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 Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 4:59 pm
Asimov, having been planted on his back by the boot, watched as Croft lept to the middle rope. As Salem turned to splash, Asimov would roll toward Croft's launching point, leaving Salem to land where Asimov once was.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 7:39 pm
Salem sprung from the rope, but his prey had evaded, leaving The Firedrake destined for only dead air! Thinking nimbly, Salem tucked his shoulder down and raised his forearms horizontally to his face, angled enough so that he'd instead land into a roll rather than flapjack onto his belly. Once he'd followed through with the maneuver, Croft would carry on to the ropes, this time on the opposite side, before bouncing back, looking to size Asimov up on the rebound!
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 8:38 am
Asimov, by this point, was to a knee. As Salem caught himself, the large man stood, looking menacingly at the newly christened Firedrake.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 9:07 am
Recoiling off the ropes, Salem charged forward towards the kneeling Asimov, looking as though he were going to attempt a running knee or a boot to the side of the heavyweight's face......but instead, Croft halted just shy of his opponent's reach, instead throwing his momentum into his hips to thrust them distastefully forward, chopping his crotch with a scowl. The crowd hooted and hollered in response, Salem gesturing outward with his hands as if to ask without asking, 'Is this what I came for?' - backing up towards the ropes as he mocked the man on his knees.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 11:13 am
As Salem chopped forward, Asimov would lash out, throwing his momentum toward landing a forearm shiver to Salem's abdomen.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 11:20 am
Salem was caught by surprise with the sudden strike, Asimov playing possum long enough to goad Croft close enough to knock the breath out of his lungs! Coughing, crouched over, Salem staggered back, eyes wide and watering after taking the sucker punch like, as the term implied, a sucka. Backed up to the ropes, Salem struggled to grab the top rope and right himself before Asimov made his next move!
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 2:02 pm
Asimov stood, locking eyes with Salem Croft. He cracked his neck while Salem recovered.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 2:09 pm
Salem straightened up at the ready, meeting Asimov's gaze as the big man waited for Croft to get righted. At first, it was a scowl on the Charismatic Calamity's lips. But that faded after a couple seconds, becoming a smile. Asimov wasn't going to give up so easily, it seemed.
Good. "You've got a little fight in you..." Salem said, stepping away from the ropes to move a couple paces in Asimov's direction, raising his fists. "...I like that."
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 3:19 pm
Whatever Salem was saying to Asimov was quite obviously being ignored. When Salem raised his hands, Asimov would attempt to grab on to his wrists. If that went through, he would quickly follow that up with a savage headbutt.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 3:27 pm
Salem offered little resistance as Asimov grasped him by the wrists, tensing up and leaning his head into the headbutt to create a cracking sound from their colliding craniums! Salem appeared to take the worst of it, stumbling back a step with a trickle of blood leaking from his forehead along the side of his nose, but Salem snarled, spitting a little with the sound as he pushed back, challenging Asimov to continue!
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 11:17 am
Rattled, but moving on adrenaline, Asimov would let go of the wrists in order to deliver a stiff short range clothesline.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 3:54 am
Asimov was rattled, shaken some - but that little break in focus, that little lapse in concentration was all Salem needed to take advantage! As Asimov released his wrists and looked to land the lariat, the M.W. Deuce ducked under and around him, hitching himself around Asimov with his arms in attempt to elevate the elephant man with a German Suplex towards the center of the canvas!
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 8:32 pm
Asimov's clothesline missed, putting him closer to the ropes. As Salem wrapped his arms around the larger man, Asimov instinctively reached both arms for the ropes, taking hold and grounding himself. Salem would find lifting Asimov more difficult now.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 4:19 am
Asimov's grip on the ropes kept Salem from hefting him off the ground, but that didn't stop the M.W. Deuce from having the last laugh - releasing his arms and immediately reaching up to ruffle the hair on the behemoth's head as he shuffled back a few steps towards the center of the ring.
"Scared?!" Salem scowled, the word raking at Asimov's flesh like nails drug down his spine, having issued a challenge of cowardice.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 4:15 pm
((Dallas will make the call for this match, for obvious reasons.))
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