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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 4:49 pm
((Ohh sorry, Miscommunication))
However, due to the fustration, Casey wasn't thinking. As he swung a kick, he put all of his weight on the opposite foot, which so happened to be close to Rey. Therefore, all Rey did was swing his foot and attempt to kick the side of Casey's knee. If the kick sent the leg too far sideways, it could tear the MCL and put the knee out of socket.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 9:14 pm
(No big deal.
Probably a good time to wrap things. Here goes.)
Rey's kick struck exactly where it needed to. The first three rows heard Casey's knee pop out of socket with a repulsive crunch.
He screamed words untypeable as he fell, clutching his ruined knee. Several times he struggled to get up, but found his leg dangling uselessly and the white-hot pain nearly impossible to focus through.
Knowing he was not only a beaten man, but that Rey would be looking to repay him in kind for the luchador's own knee injury, Casey took the only option available to him:
He used the last of his strength to lunge for a nearby microphone, intent on quitting the match and calling for security to protect him.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 4:02 pm
Rey, however, had gone and picked up a microphone for the man, and now he walked over to him. He extended the microphone with his left hand, while extending his right hand as well. He was offering a handshake for a good match, and showing that the punishment would end there. Two wrongs did not make a right, so Rey would end the punishment there.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 8:58 pm
Through his haze of pain, Casey looked up at Mysterio with a look of astonishment and confusion.
He edged himself backward slightly, his dangling leg in searing agony, feeling he was being duped.
"Rey Mysterio, you're my favorite freakin' wrestler already! Security, the match is over, get him away from me!"
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 12:15 pm
The crowd roared and leaped to their feet as Rey's entrance music began to play and Diego smiled, backing up and climbing into the ring. He celebrated, taking the Estremo belt from the offical and holding it over his head. After a while of celebration, he gave pointed to his Eddie Guerro arm band and then to the sky, before leaving the arena.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:09 pm
Casey strains and grunts in pain as he forces himself up to his feet, largely ignoring the offered assistance from the medics and officials.
His knee hurts like hell as it dangles uselessly out of the socket. Hearing the cheers of victory for Rey and knowing he'd left with his title causes greater pain still.
Casey finally has enough, and sits down on the ring apron. "Gimme a damn microphone!" he snarls at one of the officials. The zebra complied, and Casey let forth his venom.
"I've got news for all'a you...aah...the better man...SHUT YOUR DAMN TRAPS!" The boos grew louder. "The better man LOST tonight! He got lucky! That kick...that kick could've hit anywhere, and you all know it! I could've gone...damn it...all night if I had to!"
His eyes clench shut from the pain. "Listen as hard as you can, Rey. This ends nothing, Rey. I'm coming back for my title. And you broke my knee...SO I'LL BREAK YOUR GOD DAMN NECK!!"
He slams the mic down, and through a hail of hatred, the broken ex-champion drags himself out of the arena.
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