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 Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:14 am
Mr. X rose to his feet, admiring his work with a quick nod and then staring out at the crowd. He then reaches down at Kelly, attempting to irish whip him again into the corner!
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:16 am
2.0 was whipped into the corner as he wallowed in his suffering, the holes in his back reminding him not to touch the barbed wire again.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:17 am
Mr. X backed up, went down in a bit of a sprinting squat. He then bounded over to Kelly and took a rather large leap and would try a stinger of his own!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 1:42 pm
2.0 was hit by the sti-- WRONG!!
King barrel rolled out of the corner, leaving the turnbuckles for X to stinger splash!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 1:54 pm
FFFFFUUUU-
Should have new better. Mr. X ricocheted off the turnbuckle staggering back holding his face in the utmost pain.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:00 pm
2.0 groaned as he got to his feet, quickly enough to capitalize on X's failure. King grabbed him by the hair and tried to drag it into/across the barbed wire rope!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:05 pm
Mr. X could do nothing as he was forced into the barbed wire. His face was basically imprinted into the barbed wire then dragged across. The wire broke the skin, slashing the meat ferociously and Mr. X for like the first time let out an agonizing scream as his blood stained the wire when this happened. He manage to pull away from Kelly, but immediately fell to the ground rolling around with his hands on his face.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:09 pm
2.0 dropped down and went for the pinfall while X was wallowing in pain! Hook of the leg...
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:11 pm
Blood seeped from the face of Mr. X as 2.0 went down for the pin!
"1!... 2!... 3!... 4!... F-" The shoulder miraculously came up and Mr. X was just in a world of pain. He squinted his eyes in order to keep blood from getting in it, but wanted to maintain his vision. He dragged himself away from 2.0 trying to recover- as if you could recover from these injuries within a few seconds of rest.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:16 pm
2.0 came up to his knees and groaned, his back wounds leaking blood slowly. King rolled out of the ring. This match was still somewhat tame as far as barbed wire standards go. He took a moment before going under the ring and pulling out a chair wrapped in barbed wire! He slid it into the ring... next on his shopping list? A 2x4! WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE! ********' Right!
And last but certainly not least, after rolling the 2x4 in, he went under the ring and pulled out a TABLE! WRAPPED IN BA you get the idea. 2.0 started to slide the table into the ring...
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:18 pm
Fortunately for Mr. X, it was his face that was seriously damaged, but even so, it left him moderately disoriented. Still, he'd do what he was about to. Standing to his feet, he run full sprint and jump go for a suicide jump between the middle and top rope to tackle Kelly! Regardless of the outcome, Mr. X would be basically scraped and skinned by the barbed wire.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:21 pm
2.0 looked up just as the table was out of his grasp and ended up with a face full of Mr. X! Their bodies collided and the ended up crashing and burning on the arena floor!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:23 pm
Some part of Mr. X was regretted that as he laid face down on the floor next to Kelly's body. The cuts stung like bees constantly jabbing into him with their stingers.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 3:44 pm
King rolled onto his side as he held his torso tenderly, groaning.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 4:43 pm
Mr. X tried to find the side of the barricade, but just stretching out made the pain on him sting. He rolled onto his stomach, basically resting. He tried to get up with all his might, but nothing extremely urgent made him do so, so he struggled... Struggled in "comfort."
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