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 Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 11:57 am
Nuke was caught with a searing pain on his chest, as very small welts just about began to build up. He then could suddenly see, as Summers strangely covered his own face and was roaring at him for his own shots.
Not one to back down, the crowd needing a show as well, Fusion mustered his hardest back hand chop and tried to swipe across Summers' chest!
If that connects, he takes the bloody shirt back from SIZZLIN' HOT and puts it back on his face, opening up his own arms and calling for a shot,
"Prove to me and everyone here you're not a b***h, Summers!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 12:33 pm
Summers clutches his chest after the vicious chop from Fusion's forearm and hand makes contact. He staggers back and forth until Nuke grabs the shirt of SIZZLIN' HOT's face. Once Fusion had placed the shirt back onto his own face and egged the scorching star on he knew he had to continue in this awful idea of his.
"I still have the WWE:E Championship! Never lost it!"
Summers would step back and crow hop with the precision of Jeff Francoeur to attempt to deliver another overhand chop to the chest of Fusion. The crowd was wincing at the chops but being the kind of fans coming to the EEW shows of past, they enjoyed this kind of sick stuff. I mean, Mary Cartwright?
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2023 11:21 pm
Whether it was the taunting of Summers, the over-the-top slap across the chest, or maybe a mixture of the both.. but that one sent Nuke down to a single knee. The bloodied shirt fell to the ground as Fusion winced in pain, those welts starting to pick up and gain traction across his chest.
One hand pushing down on the floor for support, the other was clenched in to a fist as he tried to control the pain. Nuke looked up at Summers, blood still dripping from his brow, and gave him a crimson smile, almost begging for more.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 2:56 am
Summers had to shake the stinging out of his own hand after the overhand smack across the chest he delivered to Fusion. After causing his own palm to flare up red, Summers would look down to see Nuke looking back up at him with the same sick smile that he had when he first cracked himself open.
SIZZLIN' HOT would not be stifled his veteran counterpart's twisted mentality, finally acknowledging what he was facing was a monster of a different beast. The crowd began to cheer Summers on as he would look to nail a Mongolian Chop to the kneeling Fusion.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 3:17 am
A Mongolian Chop.. a move that Nuke had not seen in years. When it cracked him, he actually felt stunned for several moments, trying to catch his bearings.
Nuke shook it off after a few moments and beat his chest with his fist, crying out again.
"More! ******** more!"
Fusion stood up to his full height and looked directly in to the eyes of SIZZLIN HOT', ready and prepared to take whatever punishment was needed for these fans at ringside.
Hey, even heels know that they have to let the crowd get worked up - and damn were they doing a good job at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 4:44 am
Summers looked around after hearing Nuke's cries for more damage while he stood up. SIZZLIN' HOT had to oblige to Fusion's request but needed to add a little flair to his move to keep the people invested. Summers would begin turning his arms in large circles to his side while letting out a grunting noise.
"KRAAAA"
The crowd yelled along SIZZLIN' HOT as he charged up the Mongolian Chops. Summers's arms began to more rapidly spin, winding every bit of energy he could. SIZZLIN' HOT was beginning to turn more red than the name suggested.
"KOOOOO
The whizzing noise from the speed Summers was going could be heard four rows up. The grunt he was doing in between words could be heard in the cheap seats. He was becoming the complexion of noted tomato Dana White, except surprisingly less TRT.
"TOOOOOAAAAAA"
The crowd and SIZZLIN' HOT both roared out. Summers on this final note would look to nail a flurry of Mongolian Chops onto Fusion as he kept his arms spinning to release all the energy he had stored in the charging portion of the move.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 4:57 am
Nuke readied himself, seeing the storm that he had created, Summers brewing up a super power move. That's when it hit him. In fact, it hit him multiple times.
Chop!
CHOP!
Chop chop!
CHOP CHOP CHOP!
The crowd cheered with each strike as Nuke stayed on his feet but looked dazed and dizzy. He stepped forward and back whilst swaying, looking like he was in an almost drunken state.
That's when a last hard chop came down.
Chop.
Nuke dropped to both knees, face looking down at the mat, and his body moving and swaying slightly. He then looked back up at Summers, blinking a few times and .. smiled.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 6:31 am
Summers looked over at the Cornette face t-shirted fan near him after Fusion gave him another bloody smile. "This ********' guy right?" The fan ignores his comment and let Summers know he needed to stop doing all the outlaw mudshow bullshit he was performing but the real worker fans weren't who he was trying to appeal to. Slapping a couple hands reaching out to give some quick fives, Summers tried to plant a swift boot to the side of Fusion's face hoping to put the monster down momentarily.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 6:40 am
The boot connects, sending Nuke falling to the ground with a thud and a crash, his body bouncing off the mats a little as it got there. The crowd gave off a cheer, with Summers interacting with the home fans tonight, giving them that gratification that they always wanted.
Fusion groaned a little and laid on his side, trying to muster some cognition and real thought, other than working out where his tongue was.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 8:29 am
"WE WANT TA-BLES!"
Clap Clap
Clap Clap Clap
"WE WANT TA-BLES!"
Clap Clap
Clap Clap Clap
The furniture seemed more over than the competitors, but this was EEW where the extreme was encouraged and the hardcore were was not seen as heresy. Turning back to the dismayed Cornette fan after booting Nuke and hearing the chant, Summers shrugged deciding to give the people what they want. Going under the curtain by the ring, SIZZLIN' HOT would pull a long, shoddy looking table and placed it on the apron of the ring and the barricade to the fans.
Hitting his classic Backlund style duck walk under the table, Summers would reach Fusion who was groaning on the ground beneath him. "Pain's nothing to smile about now huh?" Summers asks Nuke, finally having gotten Nuke to stop with his demented grinning. SIZZLIN' HOT would look to pick Nuke up and slide him on top of the table, trying to keep knocking sense into him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 8:36 am
If it was Nuke having fun before, perhaps it had swapped sides now, because it sure seemed like Summers was enjoying himself now. Fusion poked his tongue out a few times and grabbed it with his hands, trying to work out if it was still in his mouth.
He grumbled to himself and rolled a little, and that's when he had some helping hands up. Man, SIZZLIN' HOT must be a nice guy doing this during such a big match.
Hoisted up and slid on to the hard wooden table, Nuke almost felt relaxed, a bit like getting ready for a massage.. but some hard shots to the body took away that dream state, as Fusion now looked up and around and realised the predicament he was in!
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 9:41 am
After hoisting Nuke onto the table and doing the practical couple of punches to make sure they're still down and not kill Fusion's heat, Summers would climb up onto the apron. SIZZLIN' HOT would promenade his way to the corner and take the climb to the top turnbuckle, you're burning as much as SIZZLIN', you gotta get a little high. Looking around as if he needed to gather the confidence to leap, Summers took a deep breathe. The veteran was an aficionado on Bret's rope but going to the top was a whole different ball game.
At the top rope, SIZZLIN' HOT pointed to the Fusion on the table and the crowd let out a thunderous scream in anticipation for the table breaking one way or another. Summers would then take flight looking to drop a short arm elbow drop onto the midsection of Nuke and send them both crashing through the table onto the floor.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 11:55 am
Nuke stammered his words and tried to move his body, but in that moment he felt temporarily paralyzed; somewhere between fear and pain that was coursing through his body.
He watched as Summers climbed the apron, up to the turnbuckle.. boy, he sure did look glorious flying through the air, that's gonna be someone's wallpaper tomorrow for sure!
Wait, no, don't get distra-
Crack!
The table split in half and then several pieces as the elbow came across the chest and body of Fusion, who took the full force of the big move. Bodies went sprawling as Nuke laid there with his eyes open, not sure if he could even get up now, the feeling of passing out washing over him.
A cold sweat ran across his forehead and back as he nodded slightly in and out of consciousness for just a moment, before shaking his head and making sure he stayed in the room.
From behind the white noise, that had just returned back to his ears, he heard the crowd kick in.
Holy s**t! Holy s**t! Holy s**t!
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 12:44 pm
The successful aerial maneuver by Summers left both competitors lying on the lightly padded floor outside the ring. The feeling of his body breaking down further than the already accelerated rate of aging and steroids was coursing through SIZZLIN' HOT's ligaments. There were possibly splinters off wood sticking into him, I'm not a doctor or acupuncturist, I don't know. I do know Summers was groaning and rolling around holding his arm, the opposite one of his most devastating move (the Second Rope Fist Drop), and midsection.
While trying to take deep breathes to collect himself, SIZZLIN' HOT heard the crowd's chants of divine excrement and began to refuel off their excitement. This was unnatural to Summers as his body was almost convulsing trying to reject the rejuvenation the adoring fans were attempting to supply him with. He rolled over to his hands and knees and began crawling to the barrier by the fans as if they were drawing him in.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2023 12:55 pm
The ref ran over to check on both men, and was able to discern that they were both living and breathing. Well, for EEW's standards that would be just about enough.
Nuke groaned again and coughed hard, rolling to his side, and trying to catch his breath again. He didn't even bother checking where Summers was, he just wanted to find a way to his feet.
Every ounce of his body cried out in pain but he didn't want to show that openly too much. I mean, he hadn't even bothered to check the cut on his forehead for a while, though he was nearly wearing a crimson mask.
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