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 Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:43 pm
The match had taken a turn in Jarel's favor after the thunderous chokeslam had driven the young champion into the mat ferociously. This was responded with an unimpressed tone of bitterness behind AJ's aging voice. Relentlessness was made apparent within AJ's stubborn attitude.
"Chokeslam him again, you crook. It wouldn't be the worst thing you've ever done."
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:50 pm
Jarel sits back up with a hiss after missing the elbow. That stung, but when's the last time anyone saw a big man nail an elbow drop anyway? He forces himself back to his feet and resumes to attack, reaching down to pull Salem up by his hair. This time, he'd look to put an exclamation point on this early with an old finisher and favorite, the Tombstone
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:56 pm
First dazed, now dangling - things were turning from bad to worse for the world champion as he was caught during his weak crawl towards the ropes, pulled up in an inverted position in preparation for one of wrestling's most devastating maneuvers. Though AJ appeared unimpressed, the crowd most certainly wasn't as hundreds of people stood on their feet in anticipation of what would happen next. But in an act of desperation, Salem hooked his legs around Jarel's neck just as he was being dropped, trying to push himself off Damone's waist to instead reverse the Tombstone into a Hurricanrana!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 5:02 pm
(headscissors was probably a more accurate description of what you went for there)
despite blood loss and freezing temperatures, Salem is showing resilience here. Fresh off a chokeslam, he's countering a tombstone with a takedown that does indeed launch the much larger Dragon across the ring and leaves him flat on his back. Clearly, the fans wouldn't be able to guess the outcome of this match until the end
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 5:07 pm
(D'oh! Homer moment. Thanks, man. You're right - that was what I was going for.) Salem turned what could've been the end of his world title reign into an opportunity for him to fight on - or at least gather his strength to fend off another such nail going into his coffin, so early in the match. Despite the rousing applause his counter had received, Croft didn't have the strength in him yet to capitalize on it. In fact, the champ was struggling to simply stand back up, still reeling from the chokeslam and the dizziness that'd started setting in from his disorientation. Scampering slowly across the mat on first his stomach, then his elbows and knees, Salem reached out for the middle rope nearest him, hoping to find a vertical base before Jarel's grip found him once again!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 5:15 pm
Summers looked at the empty chair planted firmly in the snow. He slugged his way towards it taking a seat in the tender warmth of the chair. Summers setting up for nice time nodding his head to Warner, Summers being very friendly with man, himself be a bit of a superstar at the moment. Summers didn't feel any strong emotion towards either one of the competitors. Taking out a pack of chewing gum, citrus flavored, he began to chew watching the match before him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 5:27 pm
Jarel sits up again, a little slower this time. The cold will definitely be sapping quite a bit of his strength. But he must fight on as he attempts to get to a vertical base once moe, reeling a bit from the headscissors he'd just been taken down with as well
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 5:36 pm
Salem had reached the ropes at last, grasping the bottom, then the middle cables on his way to pulling himself back upright. By now, the fans were clapping and cheering for both men, neither of whom was letting the weather or each other prevent them from giving this their all. From the opening bell, this had already proven to be a grueling fight that seemed to be teetering back and forth between the two competitors. Cold was sapping his strength almost as fast as Jarel, or the effort he was putting into stopping him, for that matter.
By now, blood that'd trickled down his lips and chin had already hardened into a crimson crust, Salem's mouth stinging but not otherwise bleeding as the swelling had clotted any further bloodflow. But that didn't mean Croft was comfortable, hanging from the top cable like he had something to prove. Looking over his shoulder, Salem could see Jarel sitting up, trying to lift himself back up following the flinging headscissors Salem had succeeded with. Pushing himself off the ropes, Salem almost hurled himself across the ring, stumbling through a series of frantic footsteps in efforts to boot Jarel in the chin, before the big man could get back on his feet!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 5:41 pm
Jarel actually gained his feet, but not his full height, before being caught in the chin with a boot and knocked back to the mat. One has to wonder whether it's age or the weather or just Salem's speed that allowed Jarel to get caught with that boot, but either way, he's back on his back on the mat again
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 5:49 pm
The less-than-perfect kick had delivered, sending Jarel back to the canvas and leaving Salem stumbling into the opposite ropes, catching himself to avoid haphazardly tripping out of the ring from his unestablished balance. 's**t.' the world champ thought to himself, realizing that he was having to focus more on keeping Jarel at bay than actually recovering enough to capitalize on doing so, glancing over at the fallen fighter with a look of distress. But as the edges of his vision cleared from blurry to sharp, something else caught his attention - the table that'd been waiting ominously since Salem had assembled it before being caught with the crippling Chokeslam that even still left him jittery and disoriented. Pushing off the ropes, Salem tried to land in a mounted position atop Jarel's waist, hoping to stun the big man with some heavy, do-or-die fists that piqued the crowd's passion, prompting a burst of cheers at the desperate struggle Salem was putting up for his belt!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 5:52 pm
shot after shot is rained down on the veteran challenger, blurring his vision and disorienting him further. still, it's not in Jarel to just lay there and take punishment, and he reaches up to attempt to shove Salem off him
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 5:59 pm
"OH!"
"OH!"
"OH!"
The crowd gasped with each fist that was hammered down by the champion, drawing out their exclamation as Jarel pushed Salem off with a display of pure strength, leaving Croft to roll shoulder-over-shoulder for a distance before struggling to plant his hands against the cold canvas. His breath was hot and wet, laced with fatigue and sweat from the exertion he was putting himself through, in these frigid temperatures. Not that battling such a big brute made matters any easier, as Croft was expecting a similar response from the veteran. No matter how quick or cunning Salem hoped to be, it was next to impossible keeping this big man down. As he slowly got back up to his feet once again, Salem panted and hunched, not approaching "The Dragon" this time. Rather, he seemed to be waiting, scouting an opening while trying to recover some stamina, figuring it would be better to sink his fangs into his opponent after Damone had gotten back up.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 6:05 pm
Jarel's breathing is getting a tad bit labored. Salem had bounced back quite a bit from his damage and delivered some of his own. It's so cold Jarel doesn't even feel the sweat dripping off his forehead, but he does notice his hair in his eyes. He rolls to one knee and forces his hair out of his face, both a habit and a way of keeping his line of sight open, as he pushes himself back to a vertical base
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 6:10 pm
With Jarel rising to his feet once again, the crowd's loudness grew to a crescendo while Salem straightened up himself, trying to muster up some mettle to fend off the nerve damage being done to him from the frost and physicality. It was going to take something serious to keep Jarel down for long enough to drag him across the arena, and Salem had no intention of giving up, no matter what he had to endure in the process. Slapping his chest, Salem growled - provoking another audible pop from the fans as he exhibited some of his trademark passion with his voice.
"Come on!" Salem urged, beating his chest once again to beckon his challenger forward, while also stimulating his circulatory system in the process. "You wanted me...you wanted to hurt me, Dragon?! I'm right here!" he challenged, a fierce fire starting to burn in the young man's eyes as the champion roared, staking his claim of the ring.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 6:16 pm
now on his feet, Jarel cocks his head to the side, looking at the champion. Not often someone begs the Dragon to knock their head off their shoulders and farbeit for Jarel to deny them the pleasure. The Dragon crosses the ring quickly, his right hand raised......only to instead throw a kick at Salem's gut. Jarel's a brawler, but that doesn't mean he's stupid
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