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 Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 4:22 pm
And that only made the fuel behind AJ's supporting fans a full tank. Warner was so anxious to get the most coveted championship in sports -- his championship. As quickly as he could, the alleged "starved" superstar went to hook both legs of Blackjack. It was far fetched to pin anyone after a shining wizard, but he needed a feel of Blackjack's pain tolerance. After all, the man behind the belt was a walking mystery, and AJ needed to get a feel for how hungry Blackjack was to keep his reign of terror alive.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 4:45 pm
 1...
Blackjack was barely aware of what was going on around him. The shining wizard had rattled his brains, and left the champion so dazed that he didn't even register when AJ hooked his legs into the pin. Still, in the fog of his mind something burned.
2...
The audience was counting with the official. After a kick like that they had every reason to be hopeful that Blackjack was out for the count. Blackjack registered the slap. The burning roar of the audience brought him back, and the champion looked up to see the official's hand start to fall. He knew he had to do something, but his head was too out of it to know exactly. The hand fell and he knew... he couldn't let that end his reign. With a roar of effort, Blackjack threw his arm up, and at the same time kicked with both legs breaking the pin in just the nick of time to save his championship.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 5:04 pm
Okay, this sick son-of-a-b***h was tougher than AJ had thought. With a long sigh, Warner was ready to continue the assault on the prone champion. The Suplex Shooter went to lift Blackjack up by the same method of yanking the chain close to the champion's neck. If he could pull Blackjack to his feet, the bloody-mouthed challenger went to launch his opponent into the corner. If his use of the chain to control Blackjack's positioning went uninterrupted, AJ would look to hit him with a rhythm of strikes: chops with the right hand, slaps to the face with his left.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 5:26 pm
Blackjack wasn't hard to pull up, at least AJ found no resistance beyond Blackjack's 265lb weight. Blackjack was launched into the corner, and slumped down against the turnbuckles. The series of strikes and chops connected; Blackjack absorbing the punishment, was still dazed enough that he didn't really try to defend himself. Finally the abuse proved too much and Blackjack collapsed back to the mat, curling himself up into a ball.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 6:36 pm
And seeing Blackjack show weakness made the Shooter incredibly angry. It was as if every hate-driven thought he had towards Blackjack that had been produced since the infamous stabbing was rushing to his head at full-force. How was it that this psychotic coward was able to have his name on the face of the BBW World Championship, but not AJ? How dare this man who was handed the title even be able to call himself champion of the world. It was an insult to everything the Suplex Shooter had stood for. With a vicious expression written on his face that read "no mercy", AJ went to stomp his boot against the side of Blackjack's quickly and intensely until he lost the energy to keep going.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 7:03 pm
Curled up as he was, Blackjack was an easy target to stomp on. The most he was able to do was drape an arm over his head to try and protect it from the barrage of viscous stomps. Each shot took it's toll on him, and gradually Blackjack flattened out imply. After more than a dozen stomps, Blackjack looked flattened; red welts were forming on his skin in the shape of boots. He lay perfectly still with one arm draped over his head the other seemed caught under his leg.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 8:39 pm
History had shown that AJ could be a few screws loose himself. After the barrage of stomps left their mark on Blackjack's thick skin, Warner untied the top turnbuckle in that corner and threw it over the cage, the crowd cheering at the possible carnage that could bring. AJ, feeling nice after stomping a mudhole in Blackjack, elected to lift him up by his arm and dig his shoulder in his armpit. He wanted to end this now, looking to drop the champion on his head for the umpteenth time by setting up for his finishing move and his favorite variation of all, the Comatose Suplex!
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 8:51 pm
When AJ started pulling Blackjack up, the champion moved with him, he wanted to keep his arm after all. When he was pulled back up he leaned away from AJ while the challenger was trying to snag him into another suplex. Then Blackjack twisted and turned towards AJ and swung his other arm, the one that had bee hidden under his body. Something metallic glittered in his hand as it flew at AJ's face. Blackjack aimed to smack his hand into AJ's face with a fist full of tacks he'd pulled from his notorious pockets.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 9:53 pm
The fans had no idea what had happened until AJ started seizing around on the mat, his agonizing yells deafening the audience nearby. A variety of tacks were shoved so forcefully in his face that it was a blessing he didn't take any in his eyes, but the shock and instantaneous Hell that AJ was going through was too much to even think of any upsides. His Monroe was pierced, his nose was pierced, his dimples were even pierced, too. Blood poured out in small specs that would soon join together to make a "proverbial crimson mask", as Jim Ross would say. While AJ was shaking around the mat in his most miserable state, the crowd was silent. No boos from the huge Warner fans that filled the shores; they were in a state of shock much like AJ, but of course, to a much lesser degree.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 12:47 am
In the silence of the beach AJ's screams of pain were accompanied only by the sound of waves broke up the horrible cries of the fan's hero. After his hand connected with AJ's cheek, Blackjack dropped to his knees. He quickly wiped at his palm, knocking the tacks that had stuck into his flesh loose. Then he snapped. Smearing blood on his chest, Blackjack got back to his feet and grabbed a length of chain. He wrapped the chain around his fist carefully, taking his time as he circled the spasming AJ. Then as AJ rolled onto his back, Blackjack jumped down onto his chest and reached for AJ's forehead to shove his tack covered head down to the mat. Blackjack leaned in close and said, "My father hit me once. Once.
Then I caved his face in. Just...
like...
this!"
As Blackjack finished he reared back, and pulled his arm all the way back. Then he swung aiming to hit AJ in his tack covered cheek with his most powerful strike, coated with steel chain. The same bone shattering punch that had left Andrew Styles scarred and won Blackjack the Sanguine Invitational, and by proxy the BBW World Championship.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 1:04 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 1:34 am
Blackjack struck AJ the one time. A punch that hard left his fist aching as well. He stood back up and shook the chain from around his hand allowing him to try and rub the ache from his knuckles. He looked down at AJ and sneered, and after aiming a quick kick with the pointed end of his oxford at AJ's ribs, Blackjack spoke. "I warned you. I told you I was dangerous. It was for your own good that I warned you, that I warned everyone! I even gave you the chance to give in early and get out of the torture you're about to experience."
Blackjack knelt down again, getting his face close to AJ's and he spoke quietly so only AJ could hear him. "They're terrified AJ. They're terrified for you. But they don't know what terror is."
Standing back up to his feet, Blackjack's voice grew into a triumphic shout. "Let's show them what true terror is!
ANDREW!"
Blackjack pointed to his protege, giving him the cue he'd been waiting for.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 1:49 am
The boot drove into the Suplex Shooter's side like a car crash; it couldn't compare to the attacks that made the hero bleed. This was a pain that Warner had never felt before. The challenger spilling blood in this ring had reminded fans many times over the years of the woes he had gone through. Abusive parents. Dead brother. Drug addiction. Intense envy of his peers. Losing his kids to his ex-wife. But he had at least survived through all of that to make it to the main event match in the world's biggest promotion with wrestling's most coveted prize on the line. It took two moves to make him think that the chances of surviving through this were far slimmer than any life event he had been through. As far as Blackjack's bark was concerned? It was an inaudible blur to AJ, still in awe of the champion's bite. He was lost in his own world. A world of suffering. Warner was required to come back to reality soon if he wanted to bring justice to the wrestling universe.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 2:03 am
The True Crimson would clap to the air as he nodded to his mentor, walking slowly to the gurney that had the body bag on top of it, his right hand grabbing the zipper and opening the body bag.
"We shall show the world what we means by business!"
Once opened, the bodybag fell away to the sides, revealing the six car batteries lined up in two distinct rows. Thick insulated copper wires connect the positive post which has a cross on top to the negative post which had a horizontal small stripe over it of the battery next to it.
At the ends of the loop, a pair of heavy jumper cables would be connected to the positive and negative posts.
His walk would be slow as he had the other end of the jumper cables on his hands as Styles started connecting the jumper cables' clamps to the cage, sparks coming out as he connected them, his grin just purely evil as his eyes glanced to the inside of the cage, the cage after a few moments just being electrified, his hands clapping together.
To test that the cage was working, took out a small dove from his pocket as he had it in his right hand, putting the bird's head against the electrified cage with an evil grin as then he released the bird, the sparks flying as the bird's head, the brain of the poor little bird just frying.
The bird would be dead as he landed on the floor after being electrfied by the cage, kicking him away to underneath the ring. The fans just shocked by that display of sickness as he said in an evil tone to his mentor.
"It's all ready to go down, Mentor!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 2:10 am
Blackjack grinned sadistically once Andrew had electrified to steel cage. The audience was a wash of shocked gasps, and outraged cries. Blackjack knelt back down to pull AJ up to his feet, or as close to as he could manage. Once he pulled AJ up enough, Blackjack would grab the back of his pants and run the veteran towards the ropes, and at the last minute the champion would heave AJ up to throw him into the cage wall over the ropes. The cage wall hummed with electricity, calling out like a bug zapper humms to mosquitoes.
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