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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:48 pm
He missed? He missed!?
Jamie's arm slung right over The Number Three's head as Jamie bolted right by him. Unfortunately for Jamie, momentum didn't just stop, so he continued right across the ring until he met the other ropes. Once again, the laws of physics worked against the challenger as the ring-ropes simply re-directed him back towards the champion.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 3:03 pm
This was perfect; the universe had aligned itself just for this moment because as Jamie came back to Three, Three was ready. He surged forward throwing every ounce of strength he had left into one massive shove; upwards. Three caught Jamie under the ribs and shoved him upwards in an attempt to lift him into a pop-up toss. Then on the way back down Three would be there to greet him with a full forced european uppercut.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:22 pm
Jamie's body was flung way up into the air and on the way down he was clocked in the chest with a vicious, muscular bicep shot. Jamie's body wrapped around the arm and he slammed against the mat head first and out cold
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 8:37 pm
Three hit his mark and he staggered. He looked down at Jamie and then he swayed back almost as though he was losing his balance. Three had just enough time to throw up his demon horns taunt before he collapsed...
Three landed on his knees when the joints gave out, it was all he could manage to fall forward. He landed with one arm stretched out to cover Jamie's chest.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 9:18 pm
Jamie was out cold. It would come as no surprise that the crowd was screaming feverishly as The Number Three covered Bader.
"1...2...3! That's it, ring the bell!"
The crowd. Went. Nuts.
It would appear that The Number Three's first title defense would turn out to be a successful one, despite the attempts by the hick-snake.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 9:54 pm
Tim quickly slid into the ring, holding his bat up menacingly. When Three turned around he smiled and lowered the bat and laughing, giving the belt around his waist motion. After his silent message he slid out, leaving as his music played him out.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 7:36 pm
Before Tim could even leave the mats around the ring his music cut out. It was replaced by " TNT" -AC/DC. Three's music blared and a surge of cheers erupted from the crowd. This was Three's victory and it would be him who celebrated; not a would be challenger. The ring announcer tried calling the results of the second Asylum Championship match of the night, but the uproar of the fans was too loud. Back in the ring Three was up on his feet. The official had brought him his title, and he had found a bottle of vodka that seemed to come from nowhere. The bottle has a large
He looked back to Tim and this time his smirk faded into a look of pity, and slowly he began to shake his head. Then he left; he turned and a burst of flame erupted from the ring, and when it faded Three had vanished along with the title. The bottle of vodka was laying on the mat the liquor slowly pouring out.
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