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 Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 1:06 pm
Bison was not feeling that well now. His leg was caught in a chair and he was on his back. He began to sit up when he felt the folding chair clamp down hard on his ankle like a pair of steel jaws from Salem's leg drop. He let out a howl of pain and echoed through the arena as he grasped at his ankle.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 6:13 pm
Salem bounced up to his feet following the leg drop, the fans nearby shouting and cheering enthusiastically. A twisted glint had formed in Salem's eyes, and as Bison gripped at his ankle a most wicked smile would form across the defending champion's lips, snatching Bison's imposing club from the aisle during his moment of pain. Swinging it forward like an axe to the trunk of a tree, Salem attempted to hack Bison down at the chin with a punishing blow from the stick.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 3:45 pm
In the time Bison was taking to hold onto his ankle he had forgotten something. He forgot the weapon he had brought with him. The bamboo baton cracked Bison in the chin and jaw, his head whipping back as he dropped to the floor, breathing heavily as stars were appearing in his vision.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 4:15 pm
The Number Three emerged from the stairs onto the balcony above Salem and Bison. He leaned over the railing looking down at his opponents. He stepped to the side slightly, and then without warning leaped over the railing ready to make the 30 foot drop to land right on top of Salem, and Bison under him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 3:40 am
The earthen crack of the club against Bison's massive maw incited a riotous response from the nearby crowd, the Titantron replaying the scene for those not nearby to enjoy it first-hand. Meanwhile, Salem retrieved the title from the ground, looking down into its golden face as he took a moment to breathe.
However, it wasn't his own face that Salem saw as he stared into his beloved title - rather, it was the sight of Three, growing larger and larger in the reflection until all Salem could see was the Demon of the Ring's grin staring back at him...a sudden pain in his back as the man in question collapsed onto Salem from on high, dropping him into the ground atop the behemoth Bison below.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 5:56 pm
Bison felt the air blasted out of his lungs as the weight of two men along with Three's velocity dropped right on top of his torso. All he could manage to release was a deep groan as he strained to move, unable to do much.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 4:35 pm
The men were pild up, the crowd was roaring, the fans around them had been pushed back by security. Three groaned, this had been a bad idea... there was no place in the world where it had been a good one. It would take him a few moments to gather himself enough to rise. He would bend down trying to pick Salem up. If Salem got up to his feet, Three would try and drag him back down towards the ring.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 10:26 pm
Although Salem was fortunate to be falling into the hefty Bison as opposed to the unforgiving concrete steps, the impact of Three's crash landing was still more than sufficient to leave Salem in a daze. Groaning and writing with a pained expression, Salem was helpless to resist as Three hoisted the groggy champion to his feet and headed for the ring.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 10:51 pm
The Number Three grunted as he pulled Salem over the barricade, after that he would slide Salem back in under the ropes. Pausing only to grab a bottle of Demonspit Three rolled back into the ring as well. Obviously he wanted to get a pin before Bison could get up and back to the ring. In the ring though Three did not imediatley focus his attention on Salem. Instead he looked towards the stage controll area where Isis and Lilith were waiting with wicked smiles. He snapped his fingers, they flipped a switch... and the cage, that hung over the ring for that nights cage match, came crashing down around the ring; locking Salem and Three in, and hopefully keeping Bison out...
As extra protection the succubi came running to the outside of the ring where they would wait to harass Bison (with chairs) if he tried to scale the cage.
Alone in the cage Three turned to the champion, to the man who beat Three fir his title. A malicious grin cut his face in half, and he took a swigg of Demonspit...
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 11:13 pm
Bison groaned, feeling the weight of the bodies lifted off him. It took him moments to stand again, his back stiffening from the multiple impacts. He rolled his shoulders to loosen them up. He saw the cage and Three's women. Really? He was going to have women stand in his way. His body screamed at him as he grabbed the escrima club that was used against his jaw.
Bison slowly made his way, holding the weapon menacingly. He was not going to be robbed of a title once again, especially not by Three!
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 6:05 pm
Salem didn't bother struggling against Three as he was led down to the ring, opting to instead build up his energy reserves following the debilitating crash that was still being shown on the Titantron replay. Rolled into the ring, Salem was expecting Three to go for a cover, but instead the former champion turned his attention to the stage. While Three laid his plans out for the audience to marvel at, Salem was quietly getting back to his feet, leaning on the ropes to help conserve the little energy he'd had saved in the time since Three had made his daredevil return.
Finally to his feet, Salem would stand staggering behind Three as the cage was finally put into place, waiting for his ambitious rival to turn his attention back to the matter at hand - securing the belt. However, Salem would attempt to capitalize on the distraction by channeling his built-up strength into a powerful European Uppercut aimed right underneath Three's chin when the big man turned around. The move was one of Salem's signatures, affectionately called the "One-Hitter Quitter" - whether or not the force of Salem's fist would live up to the moniker on the receiving end, Salem himself would collapse to the mat in exhaustion following the sudden gambit move.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 6:37 pm
The crowd was in an uproar, the Asylum Championship was quickly becoming known for over the top matces. The cage stood resolute around the ring, keeping Bison from returning. Isis and Lilith would keep heir distance, they were ordered to attack Bison only when he tried to climb the cage, or break the door open.
Three turned, clocked by the weapon padded European uppercut. The impact lifted him from his feet and he landed with a thud on his back. He was still for a moment, but then he started to laugh. Still laying on his back he continued to laugh, even as he sat up. His eyes burned red, as though at any moment flames could leap from his ocular orbs. He rose, slowly, but steady. On his feet the demon of the ring spat a wad of black blood and spit on the mat. "That's a nice lovetap Salem. But your a champion now, it's time you learned how it's done!" Three would reach to pull Salem up by his hair, once standing Three would aim a hard knee strike for Salem's diaphram in an attempt to double the champion over. After that Three dashed into the ropes, rebounding with the added speed of the ropes. Winding his arm up, Three would sprint at Salem and at the same time bring his thick forearm up in a high powered European Uppercut, his own signiture "Blackout" strike.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 6:43 pm
Bison moved over to the door, slamming the club on the cage wall to emphasize the fact he was holding a weapon he knew how to use. He would see for sure how brave these women were.
"Come on! Want to stop me? Come on!" he shouted at them, holding the club ready. He planted his big boot on the cage door, planning to cave it in if need be. All the while he held his weapon ready, The Alpha Male would gladly knock down a pair of women if they dared get in his way.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 6:54 pm
Isis and Lilith had no fear, only duty to their master, and all the skills he has emparted on them. Isis would charge at Bison's front, as if to swing at him with the chair. Lilith at the same time came at his back. Both were ready to swing, but it was Isis he prepared to block the club with the chair she held.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 6:58 pm
Salem collapsed to the mat along with Three, rolling to his back to try and catch his breath following the desperate attempt to take the former champion off his feet. Salem had been fighting hard to keep his head above water, and thus far he'd managed to do that, but the presence of a cage and a fresher opponent would surely prove to be a new mountain for the intrepid young champion to climb.
Three, though, looked to make matters easier on Salem by dragging him up to his feet with a hard tug of his hair. Wincing in pain, Salem would cough violently, hunched forward from the debilitating knee causing Salem to focus more on holding his ribs and stomach than holding Three at bay. It was for this reason that, as Three barreled back after bouncing against the ropes, Salem was only just realizing the potential danger when Three's fist came crashing up into his jaw, knocking him back wildly as a trail of blood flew from his mouth, following the trajectory of his head while he crumpled against the mat in a numb heap of flesh.
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