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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:24 am
The pain would have woken up Raziel who could feel his bones breaking slowly with both submissions in place. It was obviously not a feeling someone would enjoy, thus why he would react to it the way he did. Snapping back to life and tapping just to escape before a lot of damage could take place. It was smart for the man to do, seeing Jasper Shaw was a psycho and Trent had to keep the submission hold in if he wanted to prevent the other man from getting the first fall.
The bell would ring and the announcer would stand to his feet and clearly say into his microphone. "The Current Champions are Trent and Jasper Shaw!" The crowd would light up. Trent who would have let go of his submission hold after Raziel tapped, heard this as his eyes lit up. Two Seasons Champions at the same time, it was a ludicrous thought but that's the current position of the title. The Archangel would begin to pick himself up under his own weight, placing his palms against the mat and forcing himself up. What was next for the bruised wrestler to do?
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 10:54 am
Jasper Shaw was angry at hearing the announcement of two Seasons Champions at the same time as he lost one more nerve in his head and another screw went loose as he gave no s**t about Trent at this point.
He kept the Psyche Lock cinched in and certainly, snapping sounds would be heard at the violent jerks that Shaw was giving to the legs within that hold, now he wrapped his legs for maximum leverage and aimed to destroy Raziel and erase a threat for a long while.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:12 pm
Jasper Shaw was intent on try to cripple the young wrestler. He couldn't tap out because only one of the champions could submit at this point. However, with his arms free, the High Octane would lean forward and look to jab Jasper as hard as he could with a thumb to the eye.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 4:10 am
The insane wrestler was poked with a thumb to the eye which made him back off, his left hand would instinctively be placed on top of the eye as he gritted his teeth, blinding a giant sounded like a nice plan but it would have been better if you blinded both eyes.
Jasper Shaw, the insanity in this match would hit the ropes and run to them before he quickly ran and aimed to smash Raziel's head on the mat with a in-promptu devastating boot to the back of the head, wanting the other to really eat the defeat painfully and not come back.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 9:13 am
Pressure was set on Trent currently, seeing he was beaten brutally with the championship technically his and another's at the same time. The Archangel would slowly crawl to the nearest set of ropes. Once he made it to the ropes, he would place his right hand on the top rope, placing a sturdy grasp so he can pick himself up. Slowly, with a large portion of energy left that he had, he would pull himself up to a stance. While Jasper looked to keep attacking Raziel, the only man who wasn't preoccupied would be recovering slowly from the beating he has received thus far.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 4:08 pm
Raziel wouldn't allow Jasper out of his sight. It was painfully obvious these two wanted to take the High Octane out of the match, he'd atleast give them a fight. Raz spun around on his back. When Jasper rushed him, he'd lift his boot and attempt to plant it right in the nuts of the Canadian.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 12:31 pm
The larger male surely had now a reason to crouch since his 'jewels' took a quite nasty boot to them, both of his hands cupping them. The fans were booing majorly now at the bad sportsmanship display of High Octane's even though the Canadian Catastrophe was the one that showed to be the most feared within the four corners of the ring and it's outer perimeter.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 2:02 pm
After the beat down the High Octane received, Raziel could give a s**t what the fans thought. Hell you know they loved that s**t anyways. Raz got to a knee and lunged towards Shaw and would look to try and lift the Canadian onto his shoulders. The High Octane would then look to go for the F'ed up. Hopefully the kick to the nuts would stun the Catastrophe long enough, and if Shaw wasn't one of those drugged up Canadians that couldn't feel their balls to begin with.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 5:09 am
The Canadian Catastrophe was lifted by the shoulders of Raziel and yes, he was stunned enough time and probably was still recovering from his genital parts but that did not mean that he could not try to reverse this whole thing since his arms were available enough.
Shaw tried to elbow his way out of there, attempting to hit the High Octane right on the temple in a way to unbalance the whole foundation of Raziel's.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 12:46 pm
As Jasper was fighting against Raziel's fireman's carry, the stage lights would suddenly spring to life - bursts of blue, green, and red and assorted shades in between spraying across the arena entrance. While this caught the attention of some, it was the bellow of upbeat guitar blasting through the speakers that attracted everyone else's awareness. Even Raziel, who was struggling to keep standing despite Shaw's best elbows, was distracted enough to turn his head towards the titantron, a familiar name plastered across the screen:SALEM CROFTThe people of his namesake cheering at the sight, the BBW Faithful stood up and screamed to welcome back "The Copperhead" from his absence, his return anticipated on his Twitter account days prior. Despite the joyous reception, though, the audience's calls failed to beckon Salem from backstage - "Machine Gun Blues" playing to almost the first line of lyrics when a figure descended from somewhere in the balcony level.
Zipping along a wire that ran to the ringside area, the dark-complected interloper drew the eyes of those in the crowd without immediately catching the eye of those still staring at the stage expecting an entrance. Those who spotted him grew louder upon realizing that it was indeed Salem Croft, dressed to kill in a copperhead-print suit vest with a button-down underneath, sleeves rolled to the elbows. No sack over his shoulder, he instead had a fedora atop his head, black with pinstripes that matched his slacks. Still, signature elements of Salem's style remained in the ensemble, his steel-toed boots and wrapped forearms visible to all those he passed over as Raziel was turning his attention away from the ramp.
Closing in on the squared circle with impressive speed, Salem let go of the zipline handle as he passed over the guardrail near the announce table, carrying his momentum into a sprint towards the apron. Slipping onto the canvas as Raziel about-faced, Salem scrambled to his feet to throw a quick Superkick into the soft spot of Raziel's jaw in the instant he realized his arrival! The sound of boot meeting bone echoed like a thunderclap throughout the arena, Mr. High Octane unable to fight through the impact after having ate so many elbows to the temple, moments earlier. So, with a stiffened knees and a stifled balance, Raziel fell backward like a chopped-down tree under the weight of Jasper Shaw's body! [Puppetry of Raziel done with Cyrus' permission.]
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:06 pm
The male by the name of Jasper Shaw and addressed as the Canadian Catastrophe heard the tune but did not know what was coming up as he was not updated on social media, so he did not know about this return that seemed to make the people just roar out in a reaction.
That mattered not one bit to the semi-insane man as he took this chance to just become the current champion without Trent as a thorn, that was a bothersome situation but without much of a thought, the Canadian Catastrophe would quickly go for the pinfall, styled as Raziel fell back, the Canadian's clever trick would be to roll the shoulders to pin the opponent's to the mat, the legs of Raziel just kicked up in the air as the referee counted.
"1"
"2"
"3"
With that, Jasper just became the sole champion in this match as the announcer said in a prompt and clear manner: "The Current Champion is Jasper Shaw!"
After that announcement, Jasper Shaw would be regaining his bearings, each second precious to breathe, a small haze to his vision as he rose up slowly, hands on the ropes as to serve for leverage to get the big guy right up on the vertical base again also Jasper was groggy because even though he was not hit with Raziel's goal move, the bump was a bit bad to the head yet the championship was his for the moment.
He would then slowly move back on his footing, stumbling once and falling to a knee, not really noticing the positioning of Salem Croft right now as he might as well be falling into the trap of Salem Croft but he totally forgot about Trent aswell, who by this point had rested too much in this match and probably, regained the pain tolerance.
But that would be quite the inevitability as Jasper stopped there with the knee pressed to the floor to glance at the crowd, breathing heavy as the sharp pain on his gonads' area had diminished greatly with the break he had to breathe, he just lifted his right arm in the air with a cough coming through his lips as he thought this was already conquered. He was taking his precious time to regain his footing while boasting, maybe that would be the capital sin with a person like Salem Croft within the ring because everyone knows that the opportunity for Jasper to lose was nearing which the fans would rekindle and clap, cheering for Salem to take it home.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:33 pm
Raziel was motionless on the mat following the pinfall, Jasper having seized control of the Seasons Championship from Trent after having capitalized on The Copperhead's intervention. But despite the change in power, the audience was irate at the announcement, jeering the Canadian Catastrophe for having gained an edge out of the encounter. Jasper ate up their irritation, posturing for them to see, but his attention should've been on the serpent stalking him just feet away...Salem, standing ominously at the center of the ring next to the High Octane, out of gas for the time being. His outfit had hardly been wrinkled in the attack, clothes still prim and clean as if they were freshly laundered. His wrist wraps, however, showed the wear and tear of his many dirty deeds done in and out of the ring. Cracking his knuckles, popping his neck, "The Copperhead" was on the hunt once more, but it wasn't just Salem who sensed blood in the air - his throngs of fans were at the ready, eager to see their returning former champion take the self-indulgent Shaw down a few pegs. Cracking his knuckles, Croft stepped closer to Jasper, his eyes narrowed into a viper-like stare as a sickening grin grew on his lips...
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:47 pm
A heated exchange was about to take place if it weren't for the fact the former co-champion was not there. The Archangel looked to run up to Salem who was ready to take a victory by capitalizing off of one's exhaustion, and send a giant forearm to Croft in hopes of getting good results. The beaten and bloodied Trent had put so much on the line already, there is no way he is losing to a person who hasn't put any soul into the match whatsoever. However, with the given forearm and the amount of time he had to run into Salem with it should do enough damage to throw Salem to the ropes and hopefully to the outside which would be a great location for him to stay deep in the mind of Trent.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:52 pm
Salem was sizing up Jasper, almost within arm's reach of the b*****d who'd took advantage of his arrival, but the sudden shuffle of feet stomping across the canvas caught "The Copperhead" by surprise - Trent flying from the corner to send a forearm into Salem's face, sending him staggering towards the ropes nearest the announce table! Hitting the cables with his back, Croft compensated his lack of balance by leaning against the ropes and leveraging his weight against them. Bouncing off the side of the ring with a newfound sting in his brow and purpose in his eyes, Salem sought to decapitate the tenacious Trent with a vicious clothesline off the rebound!
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:58 pm
Salem may have been caught off guard slightly, but the following maneuver threw Trent off his tracks even farther. A stiff arm would meet with the chest of Trent, a stiff arm that would have a lot of power in it given from the rebound and the amount of strength the Copperhead had overall. The clothesline would make it's mark and actually cause Trent to do an entire back-flip which is what really stunned the Archangel and the crowd itself. In the end, the favor was returned for Croft and Trent was seeing stars on the floor while he gasped for air to make it's way into his lungs once again, feeling pain and agony while knowing he could not save the title he deserves and the fact that he has been beaten brutally throughout the night.
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