(Sorry, my phone broke Saturday. Had to get another last night. But I'm here! Lol.)
Salem's body struck the mat hard, the former champion writhing across the canvas with a twisted expression of agony on his face. But the fiat Salem slammed against the tarp was out of frustration over having let go of the belt rather than the stinging that bit his nerves. On his stomach, Salem tried to military crawl towards the ropes, reaching up for the bottom, then the middle, hoping to pull himself up before Cartwright or Rick set themselves upon him!