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 Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:16 pm
Just as Jamie was rolling onto his hands and knees to try to help himself up, a giant pig carcass came flying down from the truck and landed right on top of him in a rather...Precarious position. Turning his head, Jamie wide-eyed the dead husk and began to shout in panic. "Ah-Ah-AHH! AHH! Get it off me! Get it off me!" He exclaimed as he he began to crawl around on his hands and knees, much to the joy of the crowd.
Finally, he managed to fling the dead bacon back off of himself and in the same motion, he got back to his feet, shook all over, tore his shirt off and threw it at the ground angrily. "Freakin' gross!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:54 pm
 Blackjack guffawed at the sounds Jamie made as he struggled with the pig riding him. He almost slipped right out of the truck but managed to keep a hold with a loading strap to the side. When Jamie started to get himself free of the porking porker Blackjack hopped out of the truck and stalked up behind his humiliated opponent. He waited while Jamie yanked his shirt off, and when he finished, Blackjack would grab the back of his belt and clamp down on his shoulder, then Blackjack would charge forward and drive Jamie's head right for the ring post!
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:02 pm
Before Jamie could properly gather his wits, he found himself being driven into the ring post. With an audible 'bing', his skull bounced off of the harsh, cold, very unforgiving metal.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 12:28 pm
The sound of Jamie's skull bouncing off of the ring post was like a beautiful hymn. Blackjack left Jamie to stagger and stormed over to a guard rail. The fans surged forward but Blackjack wasn't interested in interacting with them. He shoved the first couple fans back until he could see a chair in the throng of bodies. He'd quickly wrestle the chair free and turn to face Jamie. The snow was building up into a slick slush around the ring and it made his charge slippery, but Blackjack managed to build some momentum as he ran at Jamie swinging the chair at Jamie's face as he neared.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:54 pm
Jamie was on wobbly knees after his meeting of the minds with the ring post. Thankfully, it blurred his vision enough so that he didn't even know that his attacker was coming. With a loud whack noise, almost like a cookie sheet being dropped on a kitchen tile floor, the chair connected with Jamie's skull. He staggered backwards before stumbling, trying to catch something out of air, and eventually landing in the snow slush like a dead body.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:10 pm
The cold steel rattled in Blackjack's numb hands from the impact with Jamie's skull. He tossed the chair aside and pointed at some nearby fans holding up two fingers. Sure enough the fans understood and soon gave up their chairs. Blackjack spat a wad of bloody spit at them and stalked away to set the chairs up about 5' from the back of the truck. Shakily he climbed back into the truck and went after the first sheet of ice. 6' long, 3' wide, and 3" thick, it was almost as if these sheets were prepared specifically for this match. Blackjack was able to wrestle with the weight of the ice and pulled it from the truck laying it out between the back of the two chairs. The ice touching the metal of the chair melted some and then refroze wedging the ice slab on the chairs pretty firmly.
With his ice altar built, Blackjack would return to his blood soaked opponent. Heat rose from both bodies as waves of steam, only the brutality of their match had kept them from freezing already. Blackjack would aim a kick at Jamie's ribs, and then he would pull Jamie up and lay him out on the slab of ice. Wearily Blackjack stumbled as he turned back to collect the chair he'd hit Jamie with and threw it up onto the truck.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:51 pm
Jamie was completely laid out from the chair shot. He was doing the old seeing stars song and dance at this point. His body jerked as the stomp connected, but his body did not fight back when he was pulled from the snow covered ground and laid on the icy sheet of certain doom...One could only imagine that this would have nothing but a positive outcome.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:45 pm
Blackjack staggered over to the truck, he was panting heavily from the near constant exertion, and his body ached from the cold wet air. Leaving smears of blood as he walked, Blackjack made his way around the truck, leaning against it as he walked. When he reached the cab, he started climbing up. He seemed to struggle near the top, his dress shoes having trouble finding a footing on the snow covered truck. Finally though Blackjack made it to the top, and he staggered over to the back edge. Picking up the chair he'd thrown, Blackjack looked down at a motionless bloody Jamie. He was impressed that Jamie had lasted as long as he did, what with a profusely bleeding head wound, but the cold would have thickened Jamie's blood stemming the bleeding some.
Blackjack kicked some snow off the truck down at Jamie. He took a hard step forward and stopped. He turned and walked a small circle, slipping a little, as he mumbled to himself trying to build up the courage for what came next. He finally stepped up to the edge, and looked down again before clamping his eyes shut. "What I wouldn't do for a glass of Milk plus." Then he jumped forward throwing his legs out in front of him. He slid the chair under his thighs and legs aiming to come crashing down on Jamie with a 12' steel chair leg drop onto a sheet of ice!
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 12:10 pm
Jamie's life flashed before his eyes...Just kidding, Jamie didn't believe in happy endings, and this was no different. All ten-brazilian pounds of Blackjack's weight came crashing down on top of the poor white man like Thor's mighty hammer as it struck down an unholy foe. With a loud shattering noise, the ice immediately gave way under Jamie. The crash was followed immediately by a huge crunching noise as his tiny form was imprinted into the snow. Jamie slightly convulsed as pain echoed throughout ever fiber of his being. Piece of ice littered the entire area around the truck now and there was more than enough blood to go around.
"This is awesome! This is awesome! This is awesome!" the crowd chanted.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 3:24 pm
Blackjack's eyes remained clamped shut as he fell, so he didn't see the looks of awe the fans were giving him in that moment. Blackjack felt the impact as he hit Jamie, crushing him through the ice sheet, and then landing hard on Jamie on the ground. Even with Jamie and the steel chair as buffers, Blackjack was jarred painfully hard. He fell back and hit the hard floor adding to the shock he himself experienced. Pain flared from his lower back to the base of his skull, it felt as if he'd had molten lava poured down his back. This pain contrasted with the bite his body felt from the bitter cold. He lay there in shock for a long moment, groaning in agony, but also for the first time, listening to the chant of the crowd. He hated himself for it, but at that moment he found himself basking in the praise of the audience. Snow fell into his mismatched eyes and he squinted, and grunted, and summoning his strength he sat partially up; enough at least to roll onto his hands and knees.
It took him too long, and he had to crawl to the truck for aid, but Blackjack was able to pull himself up onto shaky legs. He stood on his own, staggered forward to stand over Jamie's bloody form! Blackjack smirked and threw his arms up in triumph, then he dropped forward to try and cover Jamie... outside of the ring...
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 4:21 pm
The ref looked confused as Blackjack attempted a pin outside of the ring. While this was no-disqualification rules, it would appear that there we no falls-count-anywhere stipulations in play. The ref started tapping on Blackjack's bicep to alert him. "You have to get him in the ring! I can't count him unless he's in the ring!" The ref pointed to the ring and motioned with his hand a three count.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:04 pm
Between the dull roar of the crowd, and the pounding of blood in his ears, Blackjack couldn't clearly understand what the official was telling him. After a moment however it clicked, they weren't in the ring! Blackjack shuddered, but he was going to finish this. He gathered his will, snuffed out the cold agony he felt, and pushed himself up off of Jamie and out of the rubble. Blackjack would grab for Jamie's wrist, having to wipe blood off of his hands first. Tug after tug, Blackjack would pull his incapacitated opponent over to the apron, then with a heave Blackjack would pull Jamie up and roll him into the ring. Panting heavily, Blackjack climbed onto the apron and rolled in after Jamie. He'd give his opponent one more shove to roll him on his back before Blackjack would attempt a legal pin.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 9:17 pm
Jamie's dead carcass was slowly scraped from the ditch that he was planted in from the attack and shoved into the ring. It had taken Blackjack a lot of time to get Jamie into the ring, and during this time, Jamie had been building up a short burst of energy.
As soon as Blackjack made a pinning attempt, Jamie reached up and attempted to grab his arm and head and roll him over into a small-package for a sneaky win!
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:11 pm
Blackjack was caught completely off guard by Jamie's sudden attack. His world flipped over and before he could even think to react Blackjack was caught up on his shoulders his weight bent double over itself. He struggled with futility as the official slapped the mat for the first count. 1! He couldn't believe what was happening, panic welled up in him. 2! This couldn't be it he'd gone too far to let his victory be stolen away. Blackjack sucked in as much air as he could, and with a pained roar he kicked hard, breaking free of Jamie's hold; and breaking the count at the last possible moment!
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:24 pm
Damn! Jamie almost had the win with that one! Jamie's notoriety as a constrictor had established him as a submission artist, but that extended to quick pins as well. Jamie, who used up a bit of his reserve on that pin, rolled over onto his hands and knees and began to crawl toward the ropes.
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