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 Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 6:36 pm
Though Jarel's fist was perhaps overly telegraphed, it wasn't something Salem could afford to ignore and thus succeeded in being an effective diversion - opening Croft's guard enough for Jarel's big boot to find a soft spot to land in the champion's gut. Hunching over, Salem's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets as he strained to keep in his voice, gripping his stomach as though it had been twisted from the inside. Staggering back a couple of paces, Croft panted, straining his abdominal muscles to straighten his back up before the strike turned into a full-blown assault!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 6:38 pm
Jarel's left hand shoots forward, looking to grab Salem by the hair. He does not speak, though he does look to yank the hair a bit just to add more pain to it before using his right hand to grab Salem by the throat. AJ suggested earlier that Jarel chokeslam the champion again, and why not? though Jarel hadn't heard him, that is exactly what the challenger intends to do again
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 6:44 pm
The crowd gets riled up once again as Jarel clutches the Copperhead by his hair and throat, preparing to slam the champion into an early grave with another crippling Chokeslam! For an instant, the pain in his gut was overshadowed by the impending threat to his health, giving him enough encouragement to try breaking the big man's grip with a swat of one forearm, while swinging the other upward for a last-ditch "One Hitter Quitter", Salem's signature European Uppercut!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 6:47 pm
the uppercut strike home, forcing the Dragon to stagger backwards several steps and release Salem from his grip. The crowd will not see that chokeslam this time as Jarel is staggered, but standing
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 6:58 pm
BAM!
The uppercut connected, leaving Jarel stunned but still standing while Salem's knuckles went numb from the cold and the impact, forcing the champ to roll his fingers a bit and work life back into his digits. This was no time to pump the brakes, after all. Salem wasn't sure how many more opportunities he'd get to take the offense to his opponent like this before the weather or Jarel's resilience won out. Advancing after the staggered Dragon, Salem huffed and puffed, expelling clouds of steamy breath from his lips as he clenched his right fist a few times, swinging it back up for another One-Hitter Quitter!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 7:00 pm
Jarel is already dazed, and a second uppercut rocks him backwards, forcing him to fall back to one knee, now much closer to the table. Still, he tries to shake it off and stand up again
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 7:09 pm
BAM!
Yet another vicious uppercut found its mark, but yet again "The Dragon" refused to go down. Surely Salem's strikes were proving less effective in the harsh, wintery cold, or the fatigue of being manhandled by such a ruthless giant was starting to catch up to his attacks. Maybe Jarel was becoming a zombie, his already impressive endurance being bolstered by the numbing nerve damage being done to the big man by the single-digit temperatures. Honestly, it didn't matter why the #1 contender hadn't fallen to the mat, yet - all that mattered to the world champion was doing whatever it took to ensure it eventually happened. No matter what he had to put Jarel or himself through in the process.
Grasping Jarel by the hair, Salem took in a deep breath and jerked the heavyweight up, trying to find the strength in him for one more uppercut!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 7:18 pm
one last uppercut knocks jarel backwards......and onto the table. Those cheers from the fans are really going now. There's nothing quite as exciting as something involving a table to hardcore fans, and with teh Dragon now prone on the table, it seems we're about to see something with it finally
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 7:27 pm
BAM!
This time, Salem succeeds in sending Jarel to his back, but across the table rather than the mat. All the better, as Salem wasn't sure that he'd yet subdued The Dragon enough to get him in the hearse yet and was hoping to perhaps put the big man away right here. With the fans roaring for broken bodies and splintered wood, Salem turned away from the downed Damone to stagger over towards the nearest turnbuckle, climbing it much to the crowd's satisfaction. With his feet perched on the top rung, Salem tried his best to keep balanced long enough to...
...jump sideways, landing his feet on the top rope like a bird on a wire! Getting a big bounce up into the air, Salem sought to overcome the lack of vertical he'd have gotten from simply leaping from the corner by leap-frogging onto the cable, flipping sensationally through the air not once, but twice before elongating his body, looking to execute a 630 Springboard Splash onto the tabletop!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 7:34 pm
the crash is heard throughout the area as Salem executes an unusual but effective splash, one which puts Jarel through the table upon which he had been laying prone. the traditional holy s**t chants break out as the Dragon lays in the wreckage of the table, hoping deep down that Salem would get off him for two seconds so that he could begin breathing again
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 7:39 pm
"HOLY s**t!"
"HOLY s**t!"
"HOLY s**t!"
Landing back-first onto his opponent, the table veritably shattered under the force and weight, Salem's own momentum causing him to sit up following the double front flip, his expression one of disorientation and exhaustion. Head bobbling a little bit, Croft fell right back against Jarel from his seated position like a character from Mortal Kombat fainting following the "FINISH HIM!" without having been hit. Struggling to recover his breath, himself, Salem rolled weakly off his adversary, not trying to drag "The Dragon" from the ring as he slipped out of it. Instead, Croft was looking up the ramp towards the hearse, as he fell to his knees at ringside, experiencing a state of tunnel vision as he hobbled his way towards the vehicle.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 7:42 pm
Jarel, meanwhile, lays without moving in the wreckage of the table. The extremely cold air makes it difficult to catch his breath, and all of Salem's weight just crashed down on his torso. In short, this moment in life sucks for the Dragon. He faintly begins to move his arms, trying to re-orient himself
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 7:47 pm
Though it initially wasn't apparent what Salem intended to try as he ascended the ramp towards the hearse, it slowly became obvious as the world champion slipped into the driver's door, turning the ignition over before kicking the vehicle out of gear. A pair of white lights lit up on the backside of the wagon, indicating it was in reverse before it slowly began rolling down towards the ring. Apparently, Salem felt too exhausted to bring Jarel to the hearse, so he instead opted to bring the hearse to him as Croft warmed himself up with the heater, crowd still chanting and hollering loud enough to have drowned out the radio, had it been on.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 8:01 pm
Jarel, meanwhile, begins shoving wreckage out of the way, trying to make his way back to his feet. one way or another he has to move, to prevent being the one stuffed in that hearse
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 8:08 pm
Salem finally brought the hearse to a halt as he reached ringside, throwing the vehicle back in park but leaving the engine running. Opening the door, Salem stepped out with more vigor than he'd shown getting into it, but still using the top of the doorframe to keep himself balanced before turning his attention back towards the ring. Stumbling along the side, Salem's face was riddled with determination and resolve, clutching the handle of the rear hatch and popping it free...pulling the rear of the hearse open for Jarel and the audience to get a glimpse at the interior. Dark purple satin, stapled in pillowy tufts throughout the inside, it certainly didn't look like the furnishings one would choose for their bedroom, that was for sure. Approaching the apron, Salem grasped the bottom rope, preparing to pull himself up and into the ring to retrieve his ailing adversary for his last ride.
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