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 Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 6:34 am
Brantley rolled out of the ring with what he had left. He went over to the barricade and sat down on it to give himself a little more of a break. He didn't feel like getting in it again for a while so he kept a look out to make sure that nobody was going to come at him, bro.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 7:41 am
Rosario was up and watching so when phil came at him witht he chair he would try to duck it, he also noticed Three behind Phil trying to take the chair. If the chair was away he would try to deliver a toe kick to Phil and try to follow up with a DDT.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 7:55 am
After regaining his senses, Jamie slowly rolled across the mat and under the bottom rope. His head was killing him now, a tylenol would be handy right about now. He flopped onto the padded floor on the outside, using his hands and knees to prop himself up as he crawled around in an attempt to shake the dizzies.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:53 am
Brantley made sure he got his well rested break and finally felt as if he were up to competition. He hopped off the barricade and went to sneak behind Jamie, grab the back of his head, and fall back on his rear end slamming Jamie onto the arena floor. Brantley hoped his size could help him with grabbing hold of Bader and taking him down.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 3:05 pm
As Jamie was finally making his way to a standing point, he was dropped with what appeared to be a sneaky sleeper slam, planting him with a nice crack to the thinly matted ground. Jamie shouted as his back met the floor.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 3:13 pm
Brantley hit Jamie with the move and saw an opportunity to get momentum further on his side. He would grab the ring apron and pull himself up. Then, he'd go to one of the pillars and start to climb. But before anyone got to him he went ahead jumped into the ring waiting for new people to hit.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 9:39 pm
(look your names a freakin number so I'm just going to use the damn number. its not a matter of intelligence its a matter of preference. and sense you choose to be an a*****e about it I'm gonna keep calling you 3 from now on. should probably be more tactful next time)
Phil looked dumbfounded when the chair was snatched away from him by 3. he was about to turn around when he was stopped by a sudden kick to the gut by Rosario. Before he could recover he was planted into the ground with a DDT causing his head to spike into the mat and his whole body to flip over onto his back.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 10:49 pm
((Have it your way. But it's your funeral.))
So here he was, Three, standing there with a chair. Fill laid out on the mat by Rosario's DDT. Rosario who had just planted the move; and Brantley who was looking for trouble in the ring. The obvious choice at this point was to let Brantley find it by bringing the chair to meet the man's face.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 8:02 am
As soon as Brantley got in the ring, he was smashed in the face by the chair courtesy of The Number Three. He fell flat on his back and held his face in pain from the sting of the attack.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 12:21 pm
It was time to clean house at this point. Three had just leveled Brantley, so he turned to see the only other man left not having just been hit in the ring. He aimed a chair shot for Rosario's before he could focus his attention away from unfulfilling.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 2:13 pm
Brantley was ********. The situation seemed to favor Three heavily, if Rosario was hit, Three might have the match won. Brantley managed to pull himself to a sitting up position in the corner but he was nowhere near standing up. He just sat there and held his face.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:53 pm
Jamie, who had managed to peel himself from the outside mat, was stalking Brantley. Time for some payback. He ran and jumped, grabbing the bottom two ropes, and aimed a tiger feint kick (619 style kick) to Brantley in the corner, shades of Cheech Hernandez!
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:55 pm
Brantley was slapped across the face from the shins of Jamie. He fell over halfway on the second rope and halfway on the bottom rope. He was pained by the kick and stopped moving.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 8:10 pm
Jamie connected with the kick, a very satisfying kick indeed. He sat on the outer apron and rubbed his shoulders. "How'd that one feel Captain Jack?" He asked over his shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 10:48 pm
Brantley was definitely not feeling swag after the kick and he just laid in the corner all strength having left him. Hopefully no one would go after him as he wouldn't be a threat, in fact he fell out of the ring and rolled under.
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