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 Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 12:05 am
The sight of Whale charging at him was enough to cause a clench that could cut steel in Blackjack's sphincter. Without the time needed to react Blackjack was caught by the spear and slammed into the hard steel frame of one of the chairs he himself had tossed in. The pain was blinding, literally, Blackjack's vision went white after the impact and he felt like a crash test dummy after its 100th collision. The audience was in an uproar as it seemed the under dog here was about to beat BBW's most ruthless champion.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 12:55 am
This could be it! BBW's biggest jobber could be the next success story in the history books! After colliding with the former champion and sending him hard down onto the mat, Whale Helmet draped an arm over him and prayed for the three count!
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 3:21 pm
The fans were uproarious, they wanted nothing more than to see Blackjack defeated at his return; if Whale did it, all the better to propel his career. The official was down quickly to count and the audience counted with him.
One! ONE!
The first count struck and Blackjack hadn't even twitched. He had been laid out by a man more than twice his size, onto a steel chair. It was reasonable to assume Blackjack was dead.
Two! TWO!
Still Blackjack didn't move, it seemed over and the audience was counting with a fever pitch.
Thr...! THREE!
The officials hand was less than a foot from the mat when out of no where Blackjack threw his arm up into the air, stopping the count at the last possible moment. The audience wouldn't completely understand right away, not until they saw the official wave the time keeper off. Blackjack curled up and rolled onto his side. He lurched once and vomited onto the ring, a pasty mixture of pizza, and reeking of alcohol. He convulsed slightly before rolling away from his puke. Pain racked his body, leaving him somewhat unaware of his situation. All he knew was, he hadn't lost yet.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:34 pm
Whale Helmet rolled off of Blackjack when he heard the three count. He had done it! The underdog is the decade had finally beaten someone, and it was THE former champion! Whale Helmet jumped up to his feet and lifted his arms in celebration!... Except the referee wasn't lifting his arm.
Whale Helmet turned around and stared at the referee, motioning down to his opponent. Clearly he had wo- WHAT WAS THAT SMELL?
Helmet looked down at Blackjack, utterly disgusted. He hadn't seen someone vomit like that since he had at a Hot Dog and Doughnut Eating Contest! Helmet backed away, giving the man room to breathe. After all, he didn't want to be thrown up on too!
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:35 pm
Blackjack heaved multiple times after emptying the contents of his stomach onto the ring. He remained double over for a moment fumbling with something the cameras couldn't focus on. Then suddenly he stood up and started ripping his vomit flecked shirt off. When he finished only a few tattered remains hung from the cuff on his right wrist. He moved towards an adjacent corner and growled menacingly at Whale. "How pathetic do you have to be to miss out pinning a man half your size after spearing him?"
Blackjack ran his fingers through his mused hair and held his left arm out challange Whale Helmet. "Common lard a**, let's see what else you don't have!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 12:44 pm
Whale's eyes went with wide with shock at his opponent's reaction to giving the man a fighting chance! How could someone be that offensive, when Whale potentially saved his life?! A rush of anger surged to Helmet as he was challenged and insulted all in one sentence; without hesitation, the huge competitor attempted to rush across the ring and slam into Blackjack, hoping to crush him against the turnbuckles!
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 4:47 pm
Blackjack got exactly what he wanted, a Whale charging at him in a fury. Blackjack looked miniscule in comparison to the oncoming tsunami. Still expecting it to come, Blackjack was prepared and at the last possible second he acrobatically tumbled to the side trying to avoid being crushed against the turnbuckle. If he successfully dodged Whale's charge, Blackjack would turn and aim a hard right hook for the right side of Whale's lower back with a brass knuckle loaded fist. It seemed Blackjack managed to slip his trademark weapon on while he was dry heaving.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 1:48 pm
Whale Helmet collided with the turnbuckles, almost causing the ringpost itself to bend on impact! Before he could recover, he was getting pummeled in the back by the solid brass knuckles!
Whale Helmet was struck with the weapons until he couldn't help but fall down! Blackjack went for the cover, and Whale Helmet was in far too much pain to even move! [The winner of this contest is Blackjack via pinfall.]
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