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 Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 10:03 pm
Salem had narrowly avoided an assault from Three, but Bison was proving to be on his game as well, sending the former champion back with a powerful shoulder block. As Bison rushed forward for his clothesline, Salem would take advantage of his speed and drop low, attempting to catch the massive Mbadi's ankles with a drop toe hold, trying to send the big man falling forward with his own momentum into the nearby bed of nails.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 10:18 pm
Bison's bellows of pain as he fell onto the bed of nails could be heard all around the arena. He rolled off the nails, clutching at his torso.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 10:26 pm
When Three saw Bison collide with the bed of nails, and Salem on the ground tripping the big man up, he jumped forward; trying to catch Salem up in a facelock. If he could, he would stand quickly guiding Salem back up as well, and once up Three would quickly try to fall bckwards, and catcch Salem with a snap suplex, where if it hit he would land right where Bison rolled after hitting the bed of nails.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 10:37 pm
Salem had managed to catch Bison against the bed of nails, but immediately found himself at odds with Three, who showed that there was no love lost as he lifted Salem from the arena floor to his feet with a facelock. As Three went for the suplex onto the bed, however, Salem would land on his feet, halting himself from falling back-first into the fallen "Alpha Male". In that instant, Salem would reach up and suddenly let his legs give out, trying to catch Three - and himself, by extension - with a Neckbreaker onto the writhing Bison out of nowhere.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 10:45 pm
It wouldn't really matter if Salem landed on his feet or not. Three had him in a facelock, and Three threw his weight at the ground to add impact to the move. Salem would be bent backwards, with his face and head clenched in Three's arm; and unless he was able to not only support Three's weight like that, but to also stop his falling momentum, feet or not Salem was goin down.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 10:56 pm
Though Salem had tried to halt the larger Three from succeeding in his attempt to drive him into the floor, his efforts would be in vain as Three's leverage bore down on him courtesy of the size and weight difference between them. Taken off his feet almost as soon as he'd planted them, Salem would have no time to follow through with his counter, instead dropped into the fallen Bison back-first.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 11:02 pm
Bison grunted as he felt the weight of Salem slamming down on him. It was hard to notice the pricks of blood from the nails against his dark skin but he felt it. He started to crawl away towards the barricade, trying to pull himself up.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 11:12 pm
The Number Three sat up panting heavily. All three men had been going nonstop since the match started; and his shortness of air was a testimate to that. Then the roar of the crowd came to him, Three had been so focused on the match that he had blocked out the tumolt of praise they had been recieving. He rolled away climbing up to his feet next to the turnbuckle.
He took note of Bison getting up, and looked at Salem. Three wasn't going to rush in on Bison jut yet, he knew Salem would have hurt him, and the bed didn't help, but despite Three's ignoring Bison; the demon was aware of the threat this goliath possessed. So instead of going after Bison Three sought to be the bait.
"Hey whats-yer-name!" Three shouted, "What's wrong, cant keep up with championship material? Did Chrono beat the fight out you, yah big dumb ape!"
Three wanted Bison to charge, because if anyone could handel a charging opponent the master of the Death Trap could. However the finisher was not Three's plan. Another drop-toe hold was... and this one had a turnbuckle on the other end of it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 11:23 pm
Bison got up, glaring at Three. His breathing got heavier as he indeed charged at three with a mighty lariat aimed to clobber the demon to the floor. Bison will not be insulted like this! He felt nothing hit as he was once ore tripped up, his head smashing into the corner post.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 3:49 am
Salem was left reeling on the matted floor, spine jarred by the previous Suplex courtesy of Three. Slapping his hand to the mat, he tried to spark his adrenaline once more while his two size able adversaries duked it out. Stumbling to his feet as Bison was sent face-first into the turnbuckle, the "Charismatic Calamity" knew that he needed to adjust his strategy if he were to overcome his seasoned opponents. As Three was getting up from his deftly drop maneuver, Salem would charge forward and swing out his leg, looking to punt the "Demon of the Ring" in the side of his skull while he was unaware.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 6:34 am
Three tripped Bison up, after goading the brute into charging; the resulting, DING!!! was a satisfying reward! Another chip on the boulder, Three was juggling these men like they were props in the circus. He needed to get up quick, and with a mighty shove Three pushed himself u... Crrrrack Salem's punt connected with Three's skull with an audience churning impact. The demon flipped over and rolled to the side like a rag doll.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 2:17 pm
For a good moment all of Bison's vision was a bright flash of pain when his head slammed into the metal of the ringpost. He fell to the ground, barely moving as he felt his head spinning.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 3:05 pm
Salem felt the satisfying collision of his heel against the side of Three's face, momentarily disabling the former champion, so synonymous with the Asylum Championship. The brutality involved in matches for this particular title were what set it apart from the other accolades to be earned in the WWE:E, and - as Salem looked over at the fallen Bison, numb from the blow against the turnbuckle - business was surely about to pick up.
Wasting no time, Salem took advantage of his opportunity by taking hold of a nearby steel chair, folding it up to make for a better bludgeoning weapon. Approaching the groggy Bison, Salem would raise the chair high before bringing it down toward the vicinity of Bison's knees, looking to slow the big man down and make holding his weight up that much harder, should the unforgiving steel connect with the Alpha Male's kneecaps.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:40 pm
Steel met flesh as Bison's knee was smacked by the chair. The Caribbean Colossus shouted in pain as he grabbed his knee, rolling over.
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