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 Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 11:28 pm
Griffin was free from the facelock, and managed to land a bit more gracefully on to the mat then if Three had driven him there with Reverse DDT. While on the ground, Griffin would throw a hard elbow at Three's injured knee, trying to bring him to the ground with one stiff blow. If he managed to ground his opponent then he would start to get to his feet and try to get some offense going before Three could recover.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 1:33 am
Three was already on his back, so there was no reason for Jacob to try and ground the demon. But the thrown elbow his home, crashing onto Three's knee. The demon roared, his eyes still clamped shut from having thumbs jabbed into it.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 11:44 am
With what seemed like the perfect time to do some real damage to Three, Griffin got up and would grab a near by chair. He took the chair and went to clamp it around Three's knee that he had been targeting and then use the other chair in the ring to smash the apparatus. Griffin's thought that if he completely destroyed Three's knee then winning this match wouldn't even be a problem. (Didn't realize you came down to the mat in your last post! My mistake.)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 2:47 pm
Three was more or less helpless as Jacob forced the chair around his knee. He was half blind, with only blurry vision to to see, and the movement of the crowd behind the cage made distinguishing particular blurs more difficult. Three would try to fend off Jacob, but the man would be able to just brush Three's hands aside, they almost never reached the right target. The crash of steel on steel rang in his ears as a blinding pain surged through his injured knee!
(No worries mate)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 11:07 pm
The grin on Jacob Griffin's face was one of a mad man as he looked down upon his helpless foe. The look even more gruesome because Griffin's face was covered in his own blood. Three had brought out a sadistic side of Jacob that fans hadn't seen from him since his early days in CzW and on GORE Tv. Jacob had Three right where he wanted him and he was going to maul the poor man's leg until he couldn't even stand. Griffin turned to the nearest turnbuckle, tossing the chair in his hands aside as he climbed to the top. He measured his leap and then came flying off the ropes attempting to mangle Three's knee by double foot stomping the chair wrapped around it.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 11:49 pm
Pain has a wonderous effect on one's focus. It can either break it, or sharpen it. Three's vision was starting to clear up, but his knee hurt too much to move it. He noticed, too late that Jacob was leaping off the turnbuckle at him. With little options available to him, Three lifted his good leg, aiming it at the sightly blurred form of Jacob. This wouldn't stop Jacob's stomp from landing on the chair and buckling it around Three's knee; but hopefully Jacob's nuts would land on that outstretched foot, and maybe by Three some time to free himself and regain his footing in the match.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 10:53 am
The out stretched foot would catch Griffin in his midsection, knocking him off even more off balance after stomping the chair around Three's knee. Griffin landed on his a**, nursing his stomach, but the grin on his face never faded as the damage had been done already. Griffin may be hurting right now, but Three wasn't going to be walking around any time soon.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 12:25 pm
After Jacob's weight landed on the chair, the steel bent around Three's knee, driving pressure down onto the join, while the backing of the chair dug itself into the back of Three's thigh. He flailed some after the impact, but nessecity drove him, the chair needed to come off before it cut off circulation through his leg. Reaching forward Three gripped the bent chair by the leg hinges that flimsily held it together. With a grunt, a moments worth of effort, and the screech of metal being torn, the hinges broke. The chair fell apart and Three knocked it off his leg with obvious disstaste. A gash had appeared on the side of Three's leg, visible through thee pants he wore, and black blood dribbled from the wound. There was little much else he could do at the moment save manually lift his joint to try and work a feeling into it that wasn't pain.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 5:43 pm
Griffin rubbed the spot where Three's foot had planted itself moments ago. He looked on as Three broke the chair free from his leg and the blood that followed it, attempting to keep up as he kept his eyes focused on his opponent. Griffin decided to try and put an end to this match up. After getting to his feet he walked towards the demon, attempting to stomp on the already trashed knee. If it landed then he would attempted to grab Three's leg and put him in a Knee Bar, trying to get the monster to tap out from the pressure on his damaged limb.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 11:22 pm
Three was still rubbing his leg when Jacob came to try and stomp on the wounded joint even more. When Jacob raised his leg to stomp down, Three lashed out attempting to grab the attacking leg under the knee and at the ankle. If he caught his opponent Three would twist to try and trip Jacob forward. Then Three would scramble forward trying to plant his strong knee into Jacob's lower spine. Snakelike arms would slide forward reaching under Jacob's arms to try and grasp him behind the neck; attempting to lock him in a grounded full nelson. If all of this fantastic spectacle of a maneuver worked, Three would wrench back on the nelson, applying pressure both to the nelson lock, and the spine being bent backward at Three's knee. There was no hope in the No Escape.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 12:03 am
Griffin's leg was grabbed by the demon and with a flip and a twist he found himself flat on the canvas. He felt the monster Three slither up his back, placing his knee into his spine and trying to wiggle his arms into position. Griffin wasn't completely out of it though and attempted to counter before Three could get his arms in place. He would pull his arms forward and throw his head back as hard as he could, trying to crash it in Three's nose and hopefully get himself out of a submission hold that would most likely mean the end of Jacob's night and this hard fought battle.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 1:22 am
Jacob's head came back and smashed into the bridge of Three's nose. White spots flared in his vision, and he reared back, a stream of blood flying from his now broken nose. He knee throbbed and he roared. He couldn't give in, this was quite possibly his last chance to come out on top of this match. He couldn't afford to lose not after losing his championship. He was the demon of the ring, he was more than just a man. But Jacob had come in with a great strategy, and it had paid off. Only Three's resilience kept him being overwhelmed already. This was do or die, pushing the pain down to his knee, Three aimed several shots for Jacob's kidneys. He would subdue this man no matter what. If one shot didn't do it, he'd aim for the other, and repeat. Then he'd reach forward this time to wrap his arm around the front of Jacob's throat. He'd lean in close lock his wrist in the crook of his other elbow, a second variation of the No Escape He'd rear back the hold crushing it's victim's windpipe. Three would rear back and roar as he applied pressure on his weakened throbbing leg for extra leverage!
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 12:12 pm
Griffin body shook as the the shot to the kidney landed and then another. Three wrapped his arms around his throat and reared back, but Jacob wasn't just going to give in! He needed an escape and and thought quickly, because if he didn't he would pass out from lack of oxygen. Griffin tucked his chin down to get him some time as he worked to make his escape from something that had NO ESCAPE! He would reach up with one hand attempting to jam his fingers into Three's broken nose and move them around trying to cause as much pain as possible while reaching down with his other hand to jam his fingers into the gash in Three's injured knee and do the same. It was a last ditch effort move, but he hoped it paid off and got him out of this bad spot.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 11:06 pm
Damnit, the match was over; Jacob just needed to figure it out, drawing it out any farther was pointless. Three let out a roar as fingers ground against Three's broken nose, and dug against the gash on his knee. Three had more to lose, and a pain threshold beyond other men. His roar was not just of pain, but exertion. He had to push past the pain in his face, which was lessened as Three reared back, pulling his face away from Jacob's pinching fingers. This match was the demons, resistance would only hurt Jacob more.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 11:43 pm
Griffin was growing weaker and the lights were dimming, but this couldn't be the end! After working so hard to get one of his biggest victories in recent memory, to have it end like this. To just let the world just fade around him, only to wake up backstage having someone telling him he was just choked out by that demon. The ref made his way over to the two wrestlers just as Jacob's eyes closed and his arms went limp. The ref gripped Jacob's left arm and raised it high and then let it drop, yelling 1 to Three and the fans as it dropped back down. The ref then raised his arm again and let it fall, this time yelling 2 to Three and the fans as it dropped. The ref then raised Jacob's arm for the last time and released it, but the arm stayed where it was raised high. Griffin's eyes shot open and he began to fight against the hold. He would throw his elbows backwards like mad, trying to crash them into Three's ribcage and hoping to weaken the death grip around his neck. Jacob's PRIDE has given him a second wind and he was going to fight until the bitter end! If he managed to break free of the demon's hold then he would start to get to his feet, which his where he would hold the greatest advantage since standing probably wasn't in Three's wheelhouse at the moment.
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