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 Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:46 pm
The crowd groaned as a replay was thrown up onto the Titantron of the steel chair crashing down into Bison's knees with a sickening crack. The only thing more disturbing than the sight and sound of the steel assault was the look on Salem's face as he stood over his two opponents, a demented stare in the defending champion's eyes. Methodically, Salem approached Three's motionless form and brandished the chair, looking to drop the steel instrument end-first into the former champion's ankles.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 5:04 pm
The chair crashing down on Three's ankle brought him back from unconciousness. He sat up with a roar grasping his ankle.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 5:44 pm
Bison groaned in pain, crawling around the steel steps and near the ring apron. It looked like Bison was reaching under the ring.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 3:11 am
Salem grunted as the fold-up chair made contact with Three's ankles, causing the formidable warrior to thrash and howl in pain. It had seemed that Salem was momentarily gaining the upper-hand, but the self-proclaimed "Heir-Apparent of Hardcore" wasn't letting down his guard. No sooner had he struck Three would Salem turn around, trying to keep tabs on both men he was up against.
Noticing Bison struggling to get over to the ring apron, Salem would sprint up the nearby stairs and jump in a sitting position, tucking the chair underneath himself as he fell. Descending onto the preoccupied Mbadi, Salem hoped to catch the giant distracted as he went for a chair-assisted leg drop onto the man's spine, the crowd gasping at the sight.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:13 pm
Bison flopped to the ground, shouting in pain as his back erupted in pain. His hand was under the ring apron, feeling something he was searching for and wrapping his fingers around it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 8:25 pm
Three used the barricade to pull himself back up to his feet, favoring the ankle that had been attacked by the chair. He watched the aftermath of Salem's chair leg drop and nodded approval at the attack. Curious as to what Bison was reaching for Three hobbled over to the apron and ducked under. Of course he would grab one of his bottles of demon spit vodka.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 3:55 am
Salem leaped up to his feet following the electrifying steel leg drop, stirring the audience to shout and cheer. Breathing heavy, Salem was feeling the energy from the crowd, and his face lit up with the ambition of victory. Looking over towards the ringside official, Salem would march towards the referee and snatch a microphone from the table, bringing it to his lips while brandishing the chair meanacingly.
"You people want a champion?!" Salem bellowed, the referee cowering back in fear of a chair strike. Instead, Salem threw the chair away, snatching the nearby Asylum Championship and jumping over the barricade, into the fans. Salem looked back as his opponents retrieved their weapons and their senses, glaring with a devilish smirk.
"...I'll give you a champion." he whispered, darting up the isles and daring his enemies to follow, knowing that they'd require the belt for anyone to walk home with the gold. In this way, Salem hoped to draw the fight to the crowd itself, or potentially further from the arena.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 3:20 pm
Bison groaned, rubbing the ache from his back. He stretched his shoulders a bit as he felt the stiffness that came after such a bludgeoning. He pulled out the weapon he was searching for, an african fighting stick. The thing looked like a club. He stood up and saw Salem fleeing through the crowd, the coward! Bison roared as he headed over the barricade and into the crowd after him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:08 pm
Three saw Bison with the stick, the county of origin, nor it's classification mattered. It was a stick for beating the s**t out of Salem. Three grabbed two bottles of his vodka after Bison left, and slipped out from under the ring himself. He looked around for a moment before nothing the people Bison was shoving aside as he worked his way through the audience.
Three watched them go for a minute, took a long swig of vodka, and then turned walking up the stage ramp and apparently heading back stage. The camera man ran after following; confusion reining as Salem and Bison were apparently left in the crowd the latter chasing the former.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 12:00 pm
Salem looked on as Bison stormed after him in pursuit, Three taking off for purposes unknown. Though Salem knew that Three would return looking to reign hell, Bison the Barbarian was his primary focus, slapping the title proudly while he jeered the Carribbean Colossus. Cutting along a row, Salem started to move horizontally through the crowd, threatening to get away from the giant if he weren't to do the same.
"Come on!" Salem taunted, mocking the big man before the crowd into the microphone. "Can this belt even fit around your waist?" Salem continued, beaming a grin at Bison from the neighboring aisle, holding the belt up to his waist with his spare hand.
"...Because it looks pretty damn good around mine!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 2:39 pm
"You're not fit to wear the belt of a champion!" Bison roared back, cutting through the audience after Salem. No fans would get in the Alpha Male's way. He shoved people aside if they didn't move as he pursued the champion.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 2:48 pm
The titantron was flipping back and fourth between video of Bison chasing Salem, and Three dashing through the corridors behind stage. The camera man followed at a run until The Number Three tore a broom closet open. Three slammed the door behind him, and a moment later when the camera man opened the door, the closet was empty.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 8:01 am
Salem would stare down the rows at Bison, working his way to the clearing provided in the next aisle where Salem now stood. The behemoth was intimidating, and his power in the ring was laudable, but Salem's departure into the stands had been more than a momentary retreat, and not a simple act of cowardice. Rather, Salem was trying to anger the big man, taking advantage of his mobility through the crowd as opposed to Bison's in hopes of catching him by surprise. As Bison stumbled through the fans and into the aisle from a couple rows below, Salem would sprint into action, rushing down the stairs and dropping the mic, tossing the belt forward into Bison's face while he tried to establish his balance...
...However, what Bison wouldn't notice behind the belt thrown into his face would be the well-placed dropkick aimed just behind the path the belt was thrown, Salem looking to stun the audience by driving the title - or simply his own heels, were Bison to knock it away - into Bison's chin, possibly sending the giant tumbling back down the staircase towards the ringside barrier.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 5:44 pm
Bison grew more furious as he shoved people aside. He had no problems with balance, anyone who didn't want to get shoved got out of the way. When was on the hunt for Salem and he wanted to snap him like a twig! When he was getting close suddenly the title belt was coming towards his face. He grabbed it and pulled it away, he was prepared to raise it and show Salem what a true champ looked like.
.. then he caught the dropkick right between the eyes, stumbling back and tripping over a chair so he fell to the hard floor flat on his back.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 6:00 pm
Fans along the aisle were shouting in bewilderment, witnessing the brutality that was this match from mere feet away. The impact of Salem's feet to the bridge of Bison's face provoked a gasp of awe from the audience, the powerful giant tumbling backward and tangling his legs in a fold-up chair. Taking advantage of opportunity once again, Salem would jump from a couple steps away, trying to slam the steel contraption shut around Bison's ankles with a well-placed leg drop.
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