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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:39 pm
 Blackjack found himself laying on the snow dusted mat looking up into the night sky, watching flakes of snow fall towards his face. He could see clouds of steam rising from his body out of the corner of his eyes. He had been prepared to feel pain before this, but he was not expecting this level of it. He relished the challenge but damn it was going to cost him. He rolled to his side, his back twinging and sending him a flare of pain. He started pushing himself up and his right fist ached. He noticed Jamie and frowned, his opponent was already getting up. Instinctivly Blackjack knew he had to get up first, or else. "Achh, looks like the worm has some flop left in him. Just hang tight over there, I'm on my way to kick your a** some more."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 8:02 pm
Jamie began to make his way to the edge of the ring, he stuck his body under the bottom rope and it had appeared that he was trying to wiggle his way out of the ring and way from his opponent, his upper body was hanging outside of the ring, but his legs still remained inside the thunder dome!
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 8:24 pm
Jamie was slinking his way out of the ring. Struggling through the fatigue that had sapped his strength, Blackjack managed to pushing himself up to his feet. He staggered forward drunkenly his eyes locked on Jamie's feet. He had to hurry, because Jamie was clearly too dangerous to be given any breaks. Blackjack would try to pull Jamie back into the ring, if he did Blackjack would throw himself on Jamie and unload on him with left and right fists!
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 9:02 pm
"No--No! No! No!" Jamie exclaimed as he felt himself being pulled back into the ring. He looked around for anything to grab onto, desperately. He managed to get a hold of a tin trashcan lid that he had dragged out earlier. As soon as he was yanked back into the ring, he rolled onto his back. When Blackjack leaned down to reign down fist shots, Jamie leaned up and tried to whack him across the head once or twice with the tin trashcan lid.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 9:13 pm
Blackjack didn't see the trashcan lid exactly, but, he did hear it. He heard the lid as it THWACKED against his face. The one hit was all Jamie would need. The lid hit him, warping around the shape of his head. Blackjack stood motionless, still crouching forward, for several moments. Then he teetered forward and fall flat on his face in the snow. Lights flashed in his vision, and in his head Blackjack wondered why his pillow was so cold and wet.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 9:31 pm
Jamie cracked Blackjack across the head. The bloody, still bleeding southerner sat up and tossed the trashcan aside. It had appeared that he had a moment to rest, but he refused to rest when so much was on the line. So much, more than any title belt or trophy could amount to: pride.
Jamie slid out of the ring and went to the side of the ring. Kneeling down in the snow, Jamie lifted up the apron cover and searched for a particular weapon. He pulled out a little string tied sack and placed it on the apron, he pulled the cover back down and walked around to the other side of the ring. Again, he repeated this process, but this time, he found what he was really looking for...
After a few moments, Jamie yanked free a tin trashcan full of light tubes, his signature weapon. "Let's get this party started." He hissed as he tossed the trashcan into the ring, causing a few of the lightubes to spill out. He reached down and grabbed the ones that spilled out while he was pulling it out and tossed them in as well. He tossed in another tin can that he had pulled out earlier in the match and rolled back in the ring.
"It's go time black-boy!" Jamie shouted as he bent down and picked up two lightubes. He approached Blackjack while twirling one in his hand. He raised his right arm in the air and prepared a nasty lighttube shot to the poor man's back hoping to use it as a wake up call of sorts.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 9:40 pm
The trashcan lid had served it's purpose well, and combined with the fatigue of such a violent battle had knocked Blackjack out. The feel of a vacuum sealed tube of glass shattering over his back, brought him out of his stupor. Blackjack arched up to his knees screaming in pain as the cold glass tore into his flesh. His arms reached back numb fingers rubbing through the blood that started dripping down his back. "Aaaaghhh! You dirty..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 9:46 pm
A crazy laugh erupted from Jamie's being as Blackjack reared in pain from the lighttube shot. "You wanted a war, so I brought Saratoga to Canada!" Jamie reached down and tried to get Blackjack's head in his grip so he could get him all the way up to a standing basis. Once standing, he planned to punch Blackjack in the gut and place the other lightube in his mouth, then he would place his own head under Blackjack's a drop to both knees with a wicked jawbreaker the likes of which Ed, Edd and Eddy could not even hope to fathom!
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 9:54 pm
"Son of a Bi...ack" Blackjack's insult was interupted when Jamie grasped his neck to yank him up into a standing position. He leaned heavily against Jamie, his arms still instinctively scratching at it back, trying to tug shards of glass from his bloody skin. The punch to his gut stopped that, it knocked the wind out of him and doubled him over. What happened next came too fast for the dazed dealer to stop it. Glass shattered in his mouth as his jaw was slammed into his skull from the impact with Jamie's. Blackjack's body rose up in recoil, he staggered back a few steps before crash landing on his back in the center of the ring. Groaning he turned over and coughed, spitting out a thick wad of blood when he did.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:11 pm
The crowd began to chant for the two men as the fight now reached critical levels.
"Let's go Jamie!"
"Let's go Blackjack!"
"Let's go Jamie!"
"Let's go Blackjack!"
Back and forth the crowd went. Jamie, staggering momentarily, paused and gave the crowd around him a curiously glance. Never before had anyone ever cheered for him, his actions, let alone chanted his name in public, even en mass!
Jamie's confused look turned to a glare as he approached the trashcan with light tubes. He stuffed the lightubes back into the tin can and dragged the contained over to the downed Blackjack. He performed a cutthroat taunt and pointed at Blackjack before pushing him over with his boot. He turned and grabbed the tin can, lifted it up and dumped the light tubes on Blackjack's back.
"This is it boy'o, yer' done son." Jamie whispered as he positioned the lighttubes on his opponents back. He tossed the trashcan away and pointed to the top rope as he walked over to the ring ropes. He carefully made his way to the apron, trying his best not to slip and fall on the snow, and made his way up to the top rope. After taking several moments to steady himself, he straightened out his form, pointed to the heaven's, then pointed to Blackjack, and jumped from the top rope, aiming a double foot stomp on the lighttubes that were 'protecting' Blackjack's back from the snow.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:24 pm
Blackjack was so out of it that he didn't care when Jamie kicked him over. The bleeding pain in his mouth washed the soreness from the rest of his body. Bit by bit he was spitting out bloody chunks of glass. Things had gone quiet for a moment, save the rumbling cheer of the audience. Blackjack shifted to look, trying to find his oppone..
There was a shattering of glass and an impact that forced the wind out of Blackjack's lungs. Jamie's double footstomp connected, driving glass shards into his back, stripping and tearing at flesh. Mingled in with the sounds of torment was a dull cracking sound. Blackjack floundered as copious amounts of blood seeped from the new footprint shaped wounds on his back. The broken rib caused every movement to throb in agony. He looked through a haze of red and clawed at the bloody slick mat trying to escape the ring.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:30 pm
The double footstomp connected as the crowd roared in approval. Jamie hit his mark dead on and immediately fell flat on his face in the snow. He laid there for a few moments, trying to regain his composure, he may have even tweaked his ankle on the landing. Slowly he turned and began to crawl toward his foe, but his look turned to one of worry when he saw Blackjack start to crawl out of the ring. "No, no, no!" That was it! The match was over! He just needed a 1-2-3! Jamie held an outstretched hand at Blackjack as he made his way out of the squared circle.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:45 pm
Blackjack hit the ground with a painful thud. The padding had long since frozen over and served no actual use at this point. He lay on his back in the snow, blood still coating his chest, but now pouring from his back as well. The cold would quickly slow his blood loss there, but there was little Blackjack could do about the profuse bleeding in his mouth. A deep laceration in his guns made him drool blood at an alarming rate. He panted heavily, each breath flaring with agony from the broken rib he'd suffered. Blackjack groaned, and considered quitting. He tried uselessly to roll over and resigned to remain there while the snow covered him.
Then he recognized what the fans were chanting. He hated himself for it, but he enjoyed the sounds. He could hear them chanting for Jamie, but they also shouted his name. He heard cries of "Holy s**t!" and "This is Awesome!" He couldn't explain it but hearing these chants seemed to light a fire in his stomach, and for a moment it felt as if the pain had melted away. He couldn't believe he'd considered quitting. With a new determination fueling him, Blackjack sat up, and with the help of the apron, he pulled himself to his feet.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:49 pm
Jamie made eye contact with Blackjack as he got to his feet. It was at that very moment that Jamie realized...The battle was only just beginning. It was as if this was one of those video game boss battles where just as you get the bosses health bar down, he does that cheap bullcrap where another health bar appears, but as a different color as if the game is trying to say it makes sense, but you're like 'no, that's bullcrap, I killed you', and the boss is like 'nuh uh, I'm still here', and you're like 'rawr!'.
A fire of his own was lit inside of Jamie and he began to crawl toward the apron, hoping to meet Blackjack on the middle ground and hopefully finish this fight once and for all.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 11:00 pm
When Blackjack got to his feet and met Jamie's eyes he grinned a bloody grin. His open smile allowed the blood in his mouth to escape and so the gesture appeared even more intimidating. Blood dribbled over his lips, and bubbled in his breath giving him an almost foamy appearance; as if Blackjack were some rabid beast. While Jamie might feel as if Blackjack were a boss, and whose to argue. Blackjack felt like they'd reached the end of the tutorial. The hand holding was done, and now the real violence could begin.
Blackjack started pulling himself up onto the apron as Jamie advanced on him. He fully intended to meet his opponent face to face at the ropes. When Jamie neared Blackjack held tight and reared his arm back aiming to throw the first punch over the battle line!
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