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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 1:25 pm
Freakshow greets his old ally with a firm handshake and a nose burning, "Warner!" He pats his friend on the shoulder before looking towards the action and smiling to himself. "Do watcha gotta do." He says coyly before easing clumsily into his announce seat.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 1:46 pm
This was the warmest welcome AJ had ever received from Freakshow, besides that party in EWA of course. With attention to detail, and knowing Freak was under the state of doing so as well, Warner scratched his nose with the nail of his thumb as a symbol of powdering his nose. Although the Suplex Shooter had stayed away from the nose candy for a while, he was still aware of its symptoms. He gave a slight nod to Summers, remembering him more for his triple threat match than their shared time under Freakshow's wing. AJ was handed the headset from the cowardly color commentator (say that five times fast), and sat his a** down in the leather chair.
"This might be shaping up to be a good match, but I can't remember the last time I saw a good match with decent men. Isn't that sad, Freak? Isn't that sad, Summers? You'd have to go back to, well... the last time any of us competed with one another."
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:57 am
Salem could taste copper in his mouth, his blood reminiscent of the pennies he was prone to provide those that stood against him. But in this case, the Copperhead wasn't standing- dragged back up to his feet like a punching bag that had use left in it. Those that weren't engrossed with the bloody replay or entranced by the pirate commentary panel were watching anxiously at what awaited the ascendant sophmore.
Though his eyes were glassy from the sense-shattering stomp into the steel, Salem wouldn't surrender so easily. As Jarel went to jerk him into the ring post, the champ would stand his ground, sturdying his legs to instead reverse the flow of momentum with a reverse whip, looking to send Damone lurching into the steel post with his own redirected force!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 11:06 am
Jarel finds himself blocked and reversed, sent straight into the post he'd intended for Salem. His head strikes it and the Dragon leans against it in a daze, silently grateful he wasn't bleeding yet
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 2:23 pm
Salem watched as Jarel's head pinged off the steel pole, dazing "The Dragon" enough to force the big guy to balance his equilibrium by leaning against the ring. While this helped Damone recover his senses, it left him susceptible to a follow-up from Salem, who was still shaking off the shivers from both the cold and the shock of battle. Running towards Jarel with a desperate, menacing stare, Croft whipped his right wrist in little circles as he moved to leash out some of his wrapping from his hand. Once his sprint put him behind Jarel, "The Copperhead would strike by leaping forward in a cannonball formation, grabbing the tail dangling from his right hand with his left to hook around Jarel's throat and drag him to the ground with a modified Backstabber!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 2:28 pm
still trying to see straight, Jarel is suddenly falling backwards, onto Salem's knees with the aid of wrapping tape around his throat. The Dragon's back hits Salem's knees and he falls to the side, landing facedown on the very cold, hard ground. And to think, this is only the early parts of the match. There's still more brutality to come
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 2:35 pm
The crowd popped loudly at the exciting twist of events, many gasping or cheering at the sight of Jarel's spine twisting in such a painful fashion. While Jarel was left aching after the painful maneuver carried out by the current champion, Salem himself was slow to stretch his limbs - a side-effect of sandwiching himself between the concrete and a man the size of Damone. All the same, Croft slithered back up to his feet to an enthusiastic audience, looking briefly up the ramp towards the hearse. Shaking his head, Salem silently dismissed the thought of going for the victory so soon. He doubted Jarel would be down for long, so it seemed that "The Copperhead" had other plans in mind when he reached down and grabbed his opponent up by the arm, aiming to sling him hard enough into the apron to both ail the veteran further and send him overtop the edge, hopefully rolling the hardcore legend back inside the ring.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 2:41 pm
Salem's form of help is one Jarel can really do without, especially when he finds his spine hitting the apron the hard way before being rolled into the ring. he rolls to the center, laying on his back in the blistering cold that quite frankly pisses him off even more than the pain in his back. The price an older man must pay to be champion
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 2:59 pm
Jarel was further from the hearse, but closer to the brink of exhaustion than he would have been, should Salem have opted to try and go for a victory. With the elder statesman of the industry writhing on the canvas, Croft grasped the bottom rope and appeared prepared to swoop in for more punishment...but once again, something changed the lad's mind. Instead, Salem reached down and whipped the apron up over the edge of the ring, causing those in the stands to rise up and cheer while the BBW World Champion decided to introduce a new element into the evening's main event: sliding a wooden table into the ring before slipping in after it from beneath the bottom rope.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 3:07 pm
Jarel is down, but certainly not out. He is beginning to regain his senses and now has a good idea of where he is in the ring. he rolls onto his side, taking the moment to begin getting his bearings again
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 3:13 pm
Once in the ring, Salem immediately began preparing the table by folding out its legs and sliding the locks into position, propping them up to be stood upon. Meanwhile, the contender for the world title was regaining his senses, already starting to get his bearings about him. Such was expected from a veteran the likes of Damone, a man legendary for his level of endurance to pain and punishment. Glancing over at his opponent, Salem noticed Jarel was nearing coherency, prompting him to flip the slab of wood upright before he'd return his attention towards the rousing "Dragon".
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 3:15 pm
Jarel pushes himself to his feet and finally is ready to regain control of this match. when Salem finally turns his attention to the Dragon, Jarel would attempt to catch him by the throat. that low rumble of cheers would begin as the crowd anxiously awaits the outcome of what would be a chokeslam attempt, the move jarel had failed to hit in their first encounter
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 3:25 pm
Before Salem could set his sights on Jarel following his prep work, there the giant was - standing, glaring, seizing Croft by the throat with a savage grip. Only seconds before, "The Copperhead" was certain he'd seen Damone only just starting to wake, and yet here "The Dragon" was in all his fury, hoisting the world champion high into the air with an eye-popping Chokeslam. Even Salem's eyes had gone wide, caught by surprise at how quickly his adversary had recovered, how strong he still was, and how high he had been hoisted up, allowing the rookie world champion to feel a breeze run through the air before he was sent crashing down into the canvas. Rattling the ropes upon impact, Salem's back popped in an arch as pain seared through his spine, causing Croft to gasp for breath that had been knocked clean out of his chest.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:29 pm
Jarel slams Salem down with such force he actually stumbles forward afterwards. Normally, he'd go for a pin, but he'd opted for a match without pinfalls. that works pretty well for him, and doesn't stop him from looking to inflict more pain. He'd already busted Salem open, and now looks to drop the point of his elbow across Salem's face
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:37 pm
Salem was paying for his postponement of getting Jarel to the hearse, the pain rippling through his body like echoes, aftershocks to the quaking Chokeslam that had almost put him through the mat. The champion could barely see, having clamped his eyes together when he hit the canvas, only just starting to peel his lids back and reveal his rolling eyes. Though he couldn't see effectively, the casting of a heavy shadow down upon him said enough about what kind of position the cringing champion was in, barely managing to buck his shoulders over to avoid an elbow...but lacking the energy or breath to do much else other than reach out weakly for the bottom rope, struggling to order his legs to push him towards the nearest side of the ring.
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