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 Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 7:08 pm
"You'd better get ready, former champion." Jamie replied before he threw the mic down. Jamie grunted once and quickly sprinted down the ramp before sliding in the ring Edge style. He stared daggers at The Number Three as he laid on the mat. He quickly got to his feet and made the cut-throat taunt. The ref quickly backed Jamie into the opposite corner before anything could get out of hand. The referee walked to the center of the ring and asked for The Number Three's title before the match started. It looked like this was going to be an official match!
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 6:21 pm
Three handed to Asylum Championship over to the official who then held it up for the audience to see. They where cheering and screaming with such enthusiasm that Three knew even if he had the choice he would not have turned down the match and deprive them. The official pointed to the time keeper and the bell rang to start the match off. Immediately Three charged at Jamie; though his movements were sluggish and not nearly as direct as you would expect from a rested and ready Three, but he would not give in so easy. The Asylum Championship was his now and he would defend it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 7:11 pm
"ONE MORE MATCH!" sounded over the speaker as Tim walked out onto the stage, the crowd roaring in applause. tim's theme sounding off as he headed down to the announce table. he put a headset on. "welcome tim, what makes you join us here?" "this." tim replied. "someone got the title over jed, when I should be in this match. Now, I'd never attack Three now, and I congratulate him. But that does not change the fact I deserve another shot at the title. I don;t care who holds the belt, I want one more shot."
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:36 pm
Jamie was relatively fresh and was hoping to capitalize on that. As soon as The Number Three came bolting at him, Jamie rushed him and stuck his knee out sideways, hoping to drive it into his opponents gut. That would allow Three's reckless momentum to do all the work for Jamie.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:14 am
Normally Three would never be taken in by such a basic reversal, but his fatigue had drained his reactive instincts. The knee hit him in the gut and doubled Three over before he dropped to his knees; forced to use one arm to prop himself up so he didn't collapse right down to the ground.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 3:05 pm
Jamie's knee struck gold and his bigger foe dropped down to one knee. He side-stepped and aimed to clip The Number Three in the back of the head with a standing buzz-saw kick, hoping to stun him. If it connected, he'd grab his foe by the side/back of his head and throw him face-first to the mat.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 12:22 pm
Three was kicked in the back of the head and brought down to the mat face first by Jamie who was quick to take advantage of Three's fatigue. He lay on the mat though and groaned hands reaching up to cup his face. But he wouldn't stop it wouldn't be long at all before Three was pushing himself back u to his feet, slowly though.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:59 pm
The nasty kick connected to the back of his foe's head. The crowd OOO'd at the clap from the impact. The faceplant after was just icing on the cake. Jamie stood on both feet and held his arms up in the air to taunt, but his celebration was cut short as he saw that The Number Three wouldn't stay down for long.
Jamie took a step backwards and attempted to kick The Number Three in the left bicep in hopes of kicking the arm right out from under him.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 1:58 pm
Before Three could get all the way back up Jamie came in with a shot to his arm that took his support out from under him. He hit the mat on his shoulder and rolled to his back with his right hand reaching up to grip his left arm.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 2:15 pm
The kick connected and turned out to be the perfect set-up for Jamie's knee drop. The smaller male bent over and pointed at The Number Three. "That title is mine!"
After trash-talking, Jamie began to back up slowly until he felt to familiar surface of the ring-ropes press against his back. He then took off in a slight-jog until he came to his foe, then he jumped in the air and stuck his right knee out hoping to drive it into the forehead of the grounded wrestler and roll through. If it connected, Jamie would go for the cover and hook the far leg.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 2:27 pm
Three saw what was happening before he knew, and by the time he knew what was happening it happened. Three looked just in time to see himself catch the knee drop that impacted with his forehead. A blinding flash of light filled his vision and his ears rang; dulling out all other sounds. He was stunned and unaware of what was happening. Then everything came back in a rush. Three was laying on his back on the mat; someone was holding half his body up. He could hear an outraged cry coming from thousands upon thousands of voices jeering. That's when he heard the smack, and the shout of a voice that screamed "Two!" Without thinking Three kicked with all his strength and threw his arm up into the air. The official turned and held up two fingers rather than announcing Jamie the winner; but it was close!
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 2:37 pm
Jamie had it! It was right there! RIGHT THERE!
"NO!" Jamie hissed as the ref told him plain and simple that he didn't get the pin. "ARE YOU KIDDIN' ME REF!?"
"Two! Only two!" the official repeated.
In fit of rage, Jamie pounded the mat with his fist twice. "That's it." He turned his head to The Number Three. "Get up! Get up! Get up!" He began to command. Jamie slowly slid on his hands and knees and until he was standing behind his foe. Almost as if he was signaling for the end of the world, Jamie lifted his right hand into the air to signal for the beheader. "Get up! Get up!"
Jamie got to his own two feet and stood, waiting for The Number Three to begin his rise.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 3:02 pm
Three's head was still ringing from the knee drop and the cheering that exploded from the fans was drowning out all other noise; and yet, faintly, Three could here Jamie challenging him to get up. Three would meet that challenge, his movements were sluggish and clunky at best. He heaved just to breath, and every limb felt almost useless. But he got up, to his knees, then he began to rise to meet Jamie head on; but where was he?
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:39 pm
"Yes! Yes!" Jamie shouted as soon as Three began to peel himself from the mat. Jamie slowly began to back peddle until the small of his back came in contact with the middle rope. He used the rope for a slingshot and bolted towards The Number Three, aiming to take his head off with a wicked enzu-lariat.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 8:56 pm
Three stood but loosely, his arms hung limp and he was slightly hunched. Three was exhausted but that wouldn't stop him. Jamie was behind him; it was the only place left for him, and Three soon heard proof when Jamie came running at him. With only seconds to react Three ducked avoiding the lariat that surly would have ended the match. Three watched, waiting for Jamie's next move so he was ready to react.
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