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 Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 11:40 pm
Jack would make his way to his feet the minute Salem grabbed hold of Sarah..no one laid their hands on his manager for any reason. He would feel the blood continuing to run down his face as he stood and knew that this was going to become a problem the longer this match drug on but was not about to let it stop him from keeping his undefeated streak intact. As Salem shifted Sarah out of the way, Jack would be coming around the stair to meet the Charismatic Calamity in a dead sprint looking to hit the Next Generation Sensation with a running shoulder block to take Salem off of his feet.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 7:30 pm
Salem was too preoccupied with trying to deceptively dodge Sarah Skye to notice Jack getting back up to his feet, blood flowing heavily from the brow of his face. Just as he managed to move the his manager out of the way, he felt all of Arson's fury hit him like a ton of bricks, the heavyweight using the stairs to add force to his diving shoulder block. Gasping, breath knocked out of him, Salem came crashing back down to the arena floor from the impact of his opponent knocking into him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 8:03 pm
Arson would land on his feet but the momentum would cause him to have to tuck and roll to keep from tripping over his feet. He would pull himself up using the barricade, and would once again have to wipe blood from his face to keep it out of his eye. He would look at the blood and then turn around to his downed opponent and sling his hand trying to splash the blood all over the Next-Generation Sensation before in an eerie monotone voice looking down and saying "Nobody makes me bleed my own blood, you piece of s**t." Arson would then move to grab Salem by the hair of his head and jerk him up off of the ground and using every ounce of his strength sling him around and smash him directly into the security barricade.
The One Man Wrecking Crew was going to make sure that Salem did not leave the arena under his own power tonight...Jack had full intention of collecting that bounty on Salems head not because he needed the money but because he simply wanted to put this arrogant young rookie in his place.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 9:46 pm
Salem was stunned on the arena floor, the thin padding across the concrete proving little consolation to the confounded Croft. His shoulderblades were aching, arms stiff to move and defend himself from the gruesome act of Arson rubbing his blood across Salem's chest. Several nearby reveled in disgust while others were fascinated, getting out their smartphones to catch some pictures or video of Arson preparing his next attack. There'd be no referee to interfere and end this match as a result of count-out, no one to stop Arson from doing as he pleased...not even Salem, who could only grimace in agony as he was thrown into the security rail, his body bouncing off of it and back to the arena floor.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 10:03 pm
As Salem bounced off of the barricade in a similar fashion to a rag doll, a sadistic smile would come across the face of The Arsonist as he made his way over to where Salem was laid out on the ground. He would look down at the Next Generation Sensation and then up at the fans who were busy snapping pictures of Arsons blood covered face, and Jack was done trying to keep it out of his eye and blood rolled down his chest as he knelled down next to Salem looking to bury his knee in Salems chest before grabbing The Charismatic Calamity by the head with his left hand, and unloading a series of vicious right hands on Salems head with his hand that was nearly the size of a small toaster oven. The crowd at ringside was screaming for Salem to at least do something to try and defend himself against The Arsonist's unrelenting assault but as of this moment in the match,it would seem that even though Salem was able to split Arson's eye open he had had little other success in getting any kind of offense going in this match..and things looked like they were only going to get worse for him as this match drug on.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 10:07 pm
Salem's toughness was being put to the test for those in attendance tonight, Arson unrelenting in his assault as he leaned down and laid a knee across the Charismatic One's sternum. The flesh under Salem's chin would tighten up, muscles tensing from the weight of the rookie's opponent bearing down on him while Jack prepared to wail on Salem's face for a moment. Each blow felt like a lead-laden boxing glove being taken to his chin, head bobbing in recoil from every blow the man landed. Salem was limp, doing his best to weather out the storm. He didn't have the energy or opportunity to better his fortunes, just yet.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 10:24 pm
Arson would not let up, throwing blow after blow at Salems head, doing everything he could to make sure that each was harder then the last. He was trying to either give The Charismatic Calamity a concussion, or split his head open as well so he could share in the blood loss that was going on in this match. The crowd was beginning to lose faith that there was going to be anything that could be done by Salem to stop the assault from the One Man Wrecking Crew, and Jack was doing everything in his power to erase any hope they had remaining altogether.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 10:30 pm
Salem was taking a lot of punishment, and it wasn't going to be too long before Jack's fists ended up breaking Salem's skull in some form or fashion. Fans leaning over the guardrails looked down at the rookie, taking pics of Arson beating on the Most Wanted Man in Wrestling's face. However, Salem wasn't G-Fedding's hottest commodity for nothing. While Jack was hunched over and distracted, Salem would grasp the bars of the security barricade, taking advantage of the weight leaned against it to try pulling the rails over, bringing the section of steel down onto Arson's head to try and catch both his opponent and the leaning fans off-guard.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 10:56 pm
Arson was mounted and laying into the Charismatic Calamity when the crafty young rookie did something that even Arson did not expect by putting LWL fans in harms way by pulling the barricade down. The steel from the barricade collided with The Arsonist's forehead causing him to be knocked backward off the top of Salem and he tried to come to his feet, but the force of the impact from the steel hitting him on the same wound that he just suffered on the corner of the steel steps, paired with the blood loss caused the knees of the one man Wrecking crew to buckle and he came down to a knee, so dizzy from the blood loss that he had to place his hand on the ground to balance himself.
The downside to Salems efforts were that the fans that were leaned over on the barricade caused it to fall straight over and given where Salem was laid out at there was really nothing for him to do but take some of the punishment from the barricade as well. But that is a fact of life I guess right? No pain...no gain.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 3:51 am
There were a few surprised screams and entertained gasps as the barred barricade came down over Arson, striking him in the head with enough compounded force to knock the mammoth-like man back...however, though some fans had managed to jump back in time, a few came down with the section of steel, pinning Salem beneath the barricade under the group of people.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 8:20 am
Arson would shake his head, trying to regain his composure following being struck in the skull yet again. The blood loss was beginning to take it's toll on Jack as he summoned his strength to push himself up off of the ground and back up to his feet. The crowd at ringside looked on as the One Man Wrecking Crew walked over to where Salem had foolishly caused himself to be pinned down under the barricade and would smirk as the fans that where on top of it scattered like roaches in the daylight as he reached down to grab hold of the heavy steel barricade with both hands, looking to lift it up off of The Charismatic Calamity and with what would require a tremendous amount of strength from the drained Arsonist would turn and sling the barricade up over the top rope and into the ring.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 2:43 am
Salem was buried under the bodies and bars that had built up on the barricade above him, oblivious to Arson's intentions as the colossus caused those at ringside to flee from the rookie with his approach. Menacingly, Jack showed off his tremendous strength by hefting the section of guardrail up above his head, hurling it into the ring like a toy. Surely the announcers were making comparisons to Salem's much lighter body being placed in that kind of grip, but the M.W. Deuce was in desperation mode, barely managing to sit up when he felt the weight lifted off of him. No sooner than Jack would finish his feat of strength would Salem throw his forearm up, trying to slow the Herculean beast down with a blow to his groin.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 8:40 am
Not a lot of men had resorted to such underhanded tactics against Jack Arson, mainly because those who were dumb enough to strike the One Man Wrecking Crew below the belt usually got the momentum for a moment only to kindle a storm inside of The Arsonist that few men walking the Earth would be able to endure. Be that as it may, for now the underhanded tactics of the M.W. Deuce paid off in a big way, causing The One Man Wrecking Crew's eyes to balloon up to the size of a silver dollar as he grasped his wedding tackle and fell to his knees as the pain was exasperating. Paired with the blood loss, The Arsonist had took a lot of damage even though he had also inflicted a lot of punishment on Salem, this match was beginning to take it's toll on the big man as he fell over onto his side trying to get a count and make sure he still had everything down there because the low blow hit with such force that it felt like he might have shattered one, if not both of his testes!
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 7:04 pm
Salem was struggling to stand, scraping and clawing at the matted floor to get back up to his feet after the debilitating press beneath the barricade, preceded by Jack's brutal assault with those club-like fists. Salem knew that Arson was out for his head - there were twenty-thousand reasons why the rookie didn't feel bad about resorting to such tactics, given how outclassed he was in the battle of pure strength. Still, Salem tried to capitalize as he got up to a haggard knee, looking over at his savage opponent with a glare of fury.
"Come on! Come on! Get up, get up, get up!" Salem growled, waiting for his opponent to start getting up to his feet before taking further action.
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 8:16 pm
Arson would shake his head as the pain that rolled through his entire body following the underhanded tactic from Salem which was carried out in the interest of his own self preservation, because Arson had been on him like a man possessed since the ringing of the opening bell. Jack would look over at Salem, who was yelling at him like someone who had just accomplished something impressive by having to take the One Man Wrecking Crew down to his knees with a low blow. Jack would rub the blood out of his eye, which was starting to slow for the time being, and he would look over at Salem as he pushed his way up to his feet baring up his knuckles. He would lower his head and close his eyes for a brief second to refocus and would look up at The Next Generation Sensation with a menacing look on his face and spoke in a voice that was so filled with rage that it should let even Salem know that he made a big damn mistake hitting The Arsonist below the belt. "You better pray to whoever the hell it is you pray to that I have mercy on you kid, because you just engraved your own headstone." Arson would not budge from where he was standing and would wait for the M.W. Deuce to make his next move with bad intentions on his mind.
The crowd was in a frenzy at ringside as there was now a gaping hole in the barricade from where Jack had just tossed it into the ring seconds earlier giving the people in those front seats the luxury of being able to stretch their feet out and enjoy this classic that two of the fastest rising names in wrestling today were putting on.
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