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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 9:19 am
With such ease, Blackjack had thrown the hobbled veteran against the vibrant steel cage like the bird Styles had just killed. Only a second against the cage was enough to brand AJ's thick skin in the pattern of the fences surrounding him. His shoulder and arm bounced off the prison walls, and Warner fell back down to the mat with a thud before he started showing signs of life in much more subtle ways: his arm was shaking as if he had developed Parkinson's from the assault, and his head would randomly lean forward. Whatever AJ had signed himself up for, he clearly didn't take all of it into context.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 11:25 am
 The sizzle of skin against electrified steel was picked up by the camera just outside the ring, the sound filled the PA system sent a shiver of discomfort and dread through the audience. The BBW world champion had completely shifted the momentum of the match with the smack to AJ's face. Through his mask of blood some of the tacks that had been driven in by the second punch were still pierced through AJ's flesh. Blackjack stood over AJ's nearly lifeless body panting for breath in the thickly humid night air. Blackjack knelt down to pull AJ up into a sitting position, and moved behind him to place a knee against AJ's spine. Taking a length of chain Blackjack would wrap it around AJ's throat and pull back on the chain. His smooth voice spoke into AJ's ear as he tightened his grip. "Look at all your fans out there. They are afraid for you, they have every reason to be. Is this what you want? Do you want this to be how they remember you?
Give in now and end it, because I'm just getting started. Think of the nightmares your fans will have. Think of the children. You don't want them to watch me murder you, do you?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 2:31 pm
Mustering a response would have been an instinctive reflex of AJ's character, but his airwaves were cut of by the thick chain pulling his throat into the back of his neck. His heels his violently bash into the mat, showing his desperation to escape Blackjack's street-thug strangle hold. Warner needed a response to this fast, and the champion's verbal ramblings were insulting the Shooter's ability to find a way out of this hold. In only a few unbearable strikes, the aging challenger had become an underdog after underestimating Blackjack. Yet here he was under a serious time constraint, slowly fading away as he tried to think of a way to live a little longer than Blackjack had planned.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 4:09 pm
Blackjack growled and leaned back harder trying to apply as much pressure to AJ's throat as he could. Blackjack wanted to make AJ tap, but he knew that the veteran wouldn't tap out; not this early. But every bit of demoralization would help. "Just tap AJ, don't make them watch this!" Then Blackjack leaned forward and bit hard into AJ's forehead, biting hard as though her were trying to tear AJ's scalp off with his teeth.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 4:34 pm
Warner's attempts at crying out in pain were translated into bloody gargling, manufacturing knots in each fan's stomach and expunging those who didn't know what a true deathmatch was. A tooth of his that was removed from his gums earlier landed in his lap followed by an ounce of blood, the chain serving as a trigger to pour out the blood of AJ's tarnished mouth. The Shooter had little to no time to save his own life, so in a matter of desperation, he went to dig his claws deep into Blackjack's face and peel some flesh. If he could at least make the monster of a man weaken his grip and remove his teeth from the Shooter's skull, AJ would lean forward as much as he could (for as little space as he may have been given) and throw his temple backwards into Blackjack's teeth. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Right?
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 11:37 am
Blackjack roared in pain when AJ's hand reached back and dug deep furrows in his cheek. Blood quickly started to dribble out of the freshly opened wounds. CRACK!
Blackjack suddenly dropped the chain and fall backwards onto his back holding his mouth as blood poured out. AJ's awkward headbutt had cracked several of
Blackjack's incisors. Blackjack rolled onto his side and spat out chips of teeth and blood onto the mat.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 9:53 am
After being given what felt like a second chance at life, AJ found breathing room and inhaled for fresh air like it was his Spinach. He felt the stinging sensation on his forehead where Blackjack's teeth had dug into and wiped blood off of its surface like spilt water on a glass table. Fans gasped at the amount of blood Warner was losing, and the referee kept trying to reassure the Shooter that he could forfeit at any time, but the prideful old man didn't even acknowledge those words. Warner pushed himself up to his feet after a few moments of sucking in air, almost falling over after he found his feet flat on the canvas. The hobbled veteran turned to Blackjack, staying behind him and anxiously waiting for him to rise with two feet of chain in his grasp.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 5:58 pm
Rolling over onto his stomach, Blackjack spat another wad of blood out of his mouth. He started pushing himself up to his hands and knees, and then he started looking around for AJ.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 6:59 pm
With a chain grasped in each hand now, AJ looked for far more than personal redemption. He was just nearly strangled to death only moments ago, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't do the same to his assailant given the opportunity. Warner would try to wrap the chain around Blackjack's throat from behind him and tighten it to the point he thought he could crush the champion's throat, assuming Blackjack's spider senses weren't tingling. If successful, the Shooter would look to live up to his moniker by pulling Blackjack towards him and dropping him on his head with a Sleeper Suplex!
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 7:16 pm
 Blackjack spotted AJ just moments too late. By then the chain was already wrapping around his throat, crushing his larynx and stopping his airflow immediately. Blackjack wouldn't be strangled to death however, as AJ had more sinister plans in mind; and the hardcore connoisseur found himself being lifted by the chain around his throat and hurled over his opponent to come crashing down on to top of his head. The champion's body flipped over and he landed on his knee, standing up for a moment in a dazed bloody haze. Then Blackjack fell forward, still sitting on his knees, and the audience erupted with cheers so enthusiastic you'd think AJ just made a basket from half court.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 7:29 pm
The artist formerly known as the Bad Chyld was only a bit sinister in the sense that for a guy who was notorious for targeting his adversary's torso, he had intentionally looked to ******** Blackjack up in the head even further. So seeing Blackjack wind up on his knees was prime position for AJ to look to hit another one of his signatures, looking to show how easy it was to out-wrestle the lunatic despite how hard it was to brawl with him. But before he would try a kneeling snap DDT, AJ would look to get a handful of his own blood and slap Blackjack across the face with it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 8:43 pm
Slap! AJ's slap caught Blackjack in the face; blood splattering in a could of mist around them. Then AJ grabbed the champion as if he were planning on wrenching the title off of him. And Blackjack's head was smashed into a pile of chain that had fallen behind AJ, and then into the mat beneath them. Blackjack's head and body bounced and the champion rolled over onto his back, completely motionless. Blood oozed from a new gash opened up above his eye.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 10:25 pm
And one of the most captivating photographs that would be featured from this blood bath was AJ attempting to cover Blackjack for a pin attempt, staring off into the crowd with a blended expression of confidence and discomfort. Why? Because blood had trickled down AJ's chin like raindrops from a tree branch, rolling down his jaw line and falling off of his chin onto the mat next to Blackjack's fresh wounds. The referee, ready to expunge what he had during his lunch break, would show disgust on his face as he went for the cover on one of the few untainted areas of the mat.
One!
Two!
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 9:45 am
The True Crimson smirked while watching the events that just transpired, grins, worried expressions but all there was to Andrew's mentality right now would be madness and insanity as he moved to one of the crew surrounding the ring, not being much subtle at all as the crew member shivered in fear for that man's presence.
Andrew simply requested a microphone and that guy was so wasting time by shivers, shakes and stutters, the BBW Champion's protege and for some of the fans, a Shadow following his mentor's light would get angry and then just pick the crew member up, all the rest backing away as he made a Swing Jawbreaker out of the blue after putting that member on his shoulders.
Bending over in an elegant manner after that display of brutality, Styles put the microphone to his lips, a few inches away from REAL contact with the lips with a wide smirk crossing all over his face as his mentor was pinned by AJ while clapping lightly.
"Do not back down! Get that ******** a** of yours up and show the world what you are! Not weak or a push-over but the BBW Champion. Make your world true, you ********, get that a** up! Show me what you really are, Blackjack!"
He said in an enraged tone to his mentor who would perhaps react nicely to his protege's tone, anger fuels the mad and that was the intention for Andrew to say that in such a tone, like he was the one running the shots around here.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 5:29 pm
Every fan in the arena sat on the edge of their seats, waiting with baited breath as the official counted this latest pinfall. After such a devastating DDT, everyone expedited this to be the end of Blackjack's reign. But as the officials hand fell towards the mat, Blackjack pulled a surge of strength from deep within his own madness, and managed to throw a shoulder up off of the mat saving his championship by the skin of his teeth. The audience erupted with jeers and cries of outrage; and yet despite the cacophony of voices, laughter started to rise up from the ring. The sound brought a hush to the audience, and quite settled. Soon everyone could hear Blackjack's manic laughter!
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