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 Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 10:25 pm
 Blackjack howled in pain as Jamie seized his hear in a claw grip. He was forced to climb to his feet or risk having his ear torn off. Lines of blood trickled down his chest when he rose to his feet. Blackjack didn't put any resistance up when Jamie whipped him towards the apron, allowing himself to be thrown in to lay on the frozen mat. He lay in the thin layer of snow that had collected while the men fought outside the ring, he wished he'd been facing down, the frigid mat would feel soothing to his burning chest. Jamie's pin attempt forced a grunt from Blackjack, and he didn't fight it in the least.
The official dropped inspecting Blackjack's shoulders and slapping the first count in the same moment. His arm raised and fell a second time, and still Blackjack didn't move. Jamie's victory seemed almost assured as the official started the final count. The audience watched in anxious anticipation as the official's hand fell for a third time. But, just before the official could slap the mat for the third time, Blackjack kicked feebly. The kick was enough to lift his shoulder off the mat and break Jamie's count, though it did nothing to get Jamie off of him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 10:30 pm
"Damn. It." Jamie cursed as Blackjack kicked out. It was the first pin attempt of the match and Jamie had set his hopes a little high at thinking he could get away with a win that easily. Nothing ever came easy to Jamie, the scars on his back were testament to that.
With an audible groan, he reached down and attempted to pick Blackjack up once more, this time by his neat-and-tidy hair. If he could get him to a standing basis, he would attempt a front facelock and signal for his patented DDT.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 10:50 pm
The cold was a constant reminder to Blackjack of where he was. The bitter air had a bite to it that threatened to sap all of Blackjack's strength. Blackjack felt himself being jerked up from the frozen blood soaked mat. His breath fogged before him and he found himself with Jamie's arm mashed around his face. He'd done his scouting, he knew how dangerous Jamie's DDT was. Blackjack reached his arm around the back of Jamie's thigh, and would try to leverage himself into Jamie's side. If he could get his weight under Jamie, Blackjack would try to hoist Jamie up onto his shoulders and flip him over with a fireman carry.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 10:53 pm
Jamie almost had Blackjack where he wanted him for his DDT, but Blackjack had apparently done his Homework. With a swift motion, he hoisted Jamie onto his shoulders and was attempting a fireman's carry of some sort, but Jamie was wily as ever. He flailed his limbs about and attempted to slip himself off of Blackjack's shoulders and drop down in front of him. If he could get loose, he would kick Blackjack in the gut, put in him a front facelock again, but this time throw the arm over his head for a suplex set up.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 11:09 pm
Just when he'd thought he would change the momentum back into his favor, Blackjack found himself caught up again in a front facelock. When Jamie pulled Blackjack's arm up over the back of his own neck he knew what to expect. Summoning his strength, Blackjack squeezed his arm around Jamie's neck, dropped his weight under him and tried to reverse Jamie's suplex into a suplex of his own.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 6:31 pm
Jamie flailed his legs about as he was starting to be lifted from the mat. This was madness! Who would have guessed that someone bigger and stronger than Jamie could out muscle him? What was this world coming to?
Jamie quickly based his weight, what little of it he possessed, grabbed a hold of Blackjack's wrist, tried to spin out and grab a hold of his head so that he could counter with a russian leg sweep.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 6:59 pm
Jamie managed to slip free again,using his smaller size and greater agility to surprise Blackjack and catch him off guard with a Russian leg sweep. However, just before Jamie could throw Blackjack backwards he bent forward to hook Jamie's inside leg with his free arm. With a sharp tug Blackjack would try to pull Jamie up to catch him with a surprise sidewalk slam!
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 7:45 pm
Jamie found himself being hoisted off the ground in a sidewalk slam attempt. Thinking quickly, he slung his body up and over Blackjack's shoulder, trying to drop down behind him in a reverse-DDT type hold, ready to plant his foe back first on the unforgiving cold mat.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 8:27 pm
Before he could slam Jamie down, Blackjack found himself being used like a jungle gym. Jamie flipped up onto his shoulder and then swung his weight back bending Blackjack backwards into a very compromising inverted facelock. He groaned at being stretched and twisted, trying to spin around and give himself some leverage before Jamie could plant the back of his head into the frozen mat. Once he'd turned over Blackjack would summon his strength and shove at Jamie, trying to throw his opponent off of him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 4:20 pm
Jamie almost had Blackjack where he wanted him! Damn.
Blackjack managed to push Jamie away and prevent the offense maneuver. As as soon as Jamie was shoved, he staggered a bit, caught his footing and cocked his right fist back ready to throw a vicious right hand.
...Cue dramatic staredown + karate kid style slow motion scene.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:00 pm
 Blackjack staggered back slipping a little on the slushy bloody snow. He caught his footing and turned raising his fists when he noticed Jamie doing the same. Blackjack's mismatched eyes stared into Jamie's, tunnel vision on his opponent broken only by the puffs of breath as he panted for air. Fresh blood trickled from wounds on his chest, and his wet shirt stuck to his skin, sapping the heat his body had managed to generate. Blackjack couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it at Jamie.
Blackjack used the advantage to drop and roll out of the ring. He sprinted towards the meat truck he'd backed up to the parking lot, and dove into the back.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:33 pm
"Oh no you don't!" Jamie shouted as he knocked the bloody shirt out of the way and made chase after Blackjack. He took off his own hoodie and threw it at the turnbuckle before sliding out of the ring and heading toward the meat truck to find that slimy Blackjack.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 6:05 pm
Jamie followed Blackjack right into the back of the truck, and wasn't attacked right away. Fog wafted down from the cooling units, keeping the inside of the truck filled with warmer cold air than the world outside. In the second that it took for Jamie's eyes to adjust to the lack of light he would notice the various implements of destruction within the truck. To one side a steel table is layered with 4 3" thick slabs of ice. Against the opposite wall a utility rack is laden with knives and two heavy wooden mallets.
In a closed unit hang multiple legs of pork set up to be dried. Besides that unit, hangs a fully gutted and cleaned pig. The thick meat hook pierced through the pigs's head is attacked to a sliding rail on the ceiling of the truck. The rail covers the distance of the truck allowing the butcher to push it to the various stations within the truck. It was behind the pig that Jaime would see Blackjack's head poking out from. "Welcome welcome to my little shop of horrors, time to register!"
Then Blackjack would shove the pig, running with it to send the carcass flying at Jamie from across the truck. He roared as he crossed the truck shoving the pig harder for a final boost near the end sending the pig at Jamie like a 300lb battering ram!
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 6:56 pm
Jamie climbed into the back of the pork wagon and disappeared briefly into the darkness, much to the crowd's anticipation and soon confusion. The crowd began to grow restless as it had seemed that the match had died down now...
...Boy were they wrong. Out of no where, Jamie came tumbling out of the back of the truck before falling off of the step and landing on the hard snowy ice mixture with a loud, audible thud. What the crowd didn't catch all of was the 300 lb. pork pimp slap that had hurled Jamie out of the back of the bus. Most of them had only heard the muffled dialogue and what had sounded like someone banging a trashcan before Jamie came flying out. The small, southern superstar rolled over onto his side and emitted a rather loud, audible groan, revealing the pork and blood stains that now matted the front of his gray shirt.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:45 pm
Blackjack heard Jamie's crash and chuckled malevolently. He held onto it and spun to hang out of the truck over Jamie and shout, "Oy, sorry it wasn't kosher brotha; but you're a modern jew yea? You'll get over it! Least you're not a f**!" He stopped and looked at the pig.
"What was that?" He leaned closer as if trying to hear what the pig said. "You don't say? Well if you insist!" Blackjack reached up and pulled a hook loose, freeing the pig from the sliding track. He turned it to face properly, gave the pig a mighty shove and aimed it to fall forward on top of Jamie!
"Guess I spoke too soon!"
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