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 Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 4:58 pm
Blackjack was coming around, his airways had opened up again, and the pain of impact had dulled into a comfortable ache. He rolled to his side shoving fans off him as many had reached out to get their hands on the dashing dealer. He rolled to his hands and knees and pushed himself up. The coold air, and the cold damp grass played a part in helping his pain to subside; his fingers clenched fist-fulls of trodden grass as he rose to his feet and staggered towards the apron.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 11:21 pm
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Cleaning out Brody's clock with the Superkick, it seemed to put him down for a good amount of time, nailing him right on the button. With Andrew and Blackjack at each other's throats at this point, it definitely gave Sakamoto a clear opening to get something going toward the match objective. Heading over to the apron, he knelt and tossed it open, searching .. searching .. searching until he produced the steel structure he was looking for. Grabbing onto the head of the ladder, he stood and began dragging it out from underneath the ring. Once he got it upright, Ryuu laid it flat across the lip of the ring and proceeded to push it into the ring under the bottom rope, looking to follow suit shortly afterward. Sometimes having the bigger weapon paid off, especially since the odds weren't looking in his favor simply based on the numbers game.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 11:58 am
Andrew rose up slowly, the cold breeze that passed through the fighting ring was soothing to say the least, if one was to make an animated book, one could start by depicting Andrew's ruffled hair flowing to the side elegantly as his eyes were glancing up to the air, breathing deeply.
Now he was attempting to get up on his own vertical base, his right arm shooting up and the hand grabbing onto the most nearby support, a fan which he took complete advantage of, seeing the fan tried to get Andrew off by backing away, helping in the process of raising the True Crimson back to his glorious feet.
Once that feat was accomplished, Andrew smirked at the fan's arrogant expression towards him, something inside him just told him to pull the fan in with the arm before he smashed with his forehead right on the fan's nose before tossing him away, a lot of the fans gathered up to assist aid to the fallen fan, blood dripping from the nose, gaze simply glass-eyed a.k.a a dead glance but he was still breathing, just out of his North and South.
Andrew's gaze was completely different, insane, a grin that could only be described as devious crossed Andrew's lips, head hanging low as he walked back towards Blackjack, his original victim. The other by now would be up on his two feet, because Andrew took about three minutes to raise up to his two feet and more two minutes with the devious act against a Fan and a few more minutes to get into his 'Ready to fight' mentality or insane mentality, the guy's completely insane right now, all red was his vision yet someone stood out from that fully red vision, the only thing in the true colors was Blackjack!
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 10:41 am
Blackjack stood leaning against the apron feigning recovery while Andrew approached him. When his would be assailant neared, the dashing dealer would throw the fistful of soil at Andrew's eyes. If the dirt hit it's mark Blackjack would leap forward to take Andrew down with a Lou Thez press, finished off with a series of punches from Blackjack's loaded fists.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 12:58 pm
Andrew was momentarily blinded by the dirt but his mind long broken, even after being struck by the Lou Thesz Press along with the series of punches, Andrew laughed like a mad man, showing a really odd mannerism right now, inhuman as a grin crossed his face, if one was to give a verb to his grin, it would be simply demonic as he started to try and throw headbutts at his opponent and target: Blackjack.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2014 2:41 pm
This moment is exactly the right moment to display the subtle and not so subtle difference between Andrew and Blackjack. Both men revel in violence, both men enjoy giving pain and savor pain of their own. Both men are psychopaths, but while Andrew is a ferocious risk taking thug, Blackjack was a precise and calculated hunter. His actions left him in control while Andrew was reduced to threading about on the ground. Andrew tried to shake Blackjack off with a headbutt, but with Blackjack basically sitting on Andrew's chest that didn't pan out. Blackjack leaked back slightly and grabbed for Andrew's hair, then he reared his fist back and growled. "Not exactly the cleverest nut in the mad house are yah?" Then he struck at Andrew's cheek with his brass knuckle loaded right fist, throwing a punch hard enough to break human bone.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 2:14 am
Andrew's eyes looked up to Blackjack, more like a controlled beast right now wanting to be free but as soon as Blackjack's fistful of Brass Knuckle struck Andrew right on the cheek, his eyes went blank for the while and head snapped to the side, Blackjack's words rebounding in his mind after that hit as Andrew did not try to move more, so this is what they call an aftermath of memory, huh?
The pain was there, subtle and clear, maybe the cheek bone is broken right now but no more movement was felt from Andrew through his eyes stayed open, just staring blankly to the side...
Blackjack's words still rebounding back and forth through his mind, all of them were true, Andrew was simply wild, not using his brains anymore which ended up costing him big time, completely forgotten of his tactician side due to rage and bewilderness, cheek bone apparently broken right now, victory slipped away through his fingers, breathing slow paced and with Blackjack on top of his chest, it made the moment most difficult to breath...
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 2:06 pm
Blackjack heard to subtle crunch and felt the telltale give of Andrew's zygomatice bone. The force of the impact left Blackjack's fist throbbing. Andrew lay limp, his eyes glazed over, and soon the broken bone would cause massive swelling; so Blackjack rose to his feet and walked past Ryu and Brody. Blackjack moved to the ringpost and grabbed the bundle he'd left for Andrew. Walking back to his semi-conscious victim, Blackjack unfolded the package with a flick of his wrists revealing the bodybag he'd brought for Andrew. Tossing the sturdy fabric down beside Andrew, Blackjack would aim a stomp onto Andrew's stomach.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 2:14 am
Andrew motionless, partially cold and adamant to his surroundings got hit in the stomach, he felt the pain but his mind had left the body by now, no reactions, only breathing kept minimally stable, thoughts scrambled up and body limp, seems he could do nothing to stop this... Not the cleverest nut in the mad house...Those words just kept on through his mind, his eyes had their first movement after some moments, they came back to the true senses but he had to really try to fight but his body had ceased, no longer wanting to go under his command, so he was not enraged anymore, almost unconscious, most likely, because in his eyes, the lights flashed in and out wherever he tried to glance, the first movements of his hands were noticeable, the tips of his fingers starting to respond but it just seemed too late right now for anything... The match just slipped through his fingers and seems like nothing else will be on his hands again with Blackjack controlling this 100%...
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 3:54 pm
Andrew was unresponsive to the hard gut stomp that Blackjack laid out on him. With the bodybag spread out next to Andrew, Blackjack was left with a decision to make. He could bend down and lowery lower his guard against Ryuu, or he could remain on his feet and start aiming hard soccer kicks for Andrew's ribcage. He chose the latter, if he could kick Andrew over onto the open bag, he might as well try and inflict maximum damage while doing so. Plus, remaining on his feet meant he would have a better chance of defending himself should his other opponents attack.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 9:15 pm
[I want to take a moment to say that this match has me more torn than I've ever been on deciding a match. All four of you have put so much effort into this match, and I'm almost tempted to let it continue for another week or so. But, all good things must end...
The winner of this contest and the first ever Sanguine Invitational victor is Blackjack via pinfall on Andrew Styles.]
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