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 Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 7:12 pm
Bison indeed smacked the chair out of Isis' hands with the club, the blow making a resounding crash as the wood hit metal. The other chair then smacked loudly against Bison's broad back. He roared as his back arched, his Caribbean skin going red from the blow as he turned around and attempted to swing the club at Lilith.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 7:41 pm
Lilith ducked under the swing of the club that would have taken her head off rolling from the duck to under the apron. Isis, now chairless found herself in prime position with Bison facing away from her. She reared back, and aimed a haymaker for the back of Bison's knee.
Inside the cage, Three stood over Salem. He saw Bison fighting to try and get back in the ring. Three could hear the fans roaring for the match, and below him lay a bloodied Salem, the champion... Three could not have that. Salem fought a hard match against a titan of an opponent and won, not by luck, not by a mistake Three made; but by his own instincts. Someday this rookie would be great, entire arenas would chant his name. He stepped into the ring against that same titan, and even had to contend with an ogre as well; and he fought as well as any man could. But Three would not be denied his title, he was going to get it back.
Bending down Three would try to lift Salem up, and hoist him up into the air with a military press. There the demon of the ring would hold Salem for a moment, displaying his phenominal strength, displaying the champion for the screaming audience.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 8:09 pm
Salem's arms and legs hung limp as Three hoisted him up to his feet and into the air above the Demon's head. The camera flashes made Salem squint, eyes glazed and blurry from the jaw-jarring uppercut he'd eaten moments earlier. He could only stare blankly back at the crowd as Three's associates attended to Bison outside of the menacing cage.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 8:44 pm
Bison roared once more when he took a blow to the back of his knee. He dropped to a knee but grasped onto the cage to prevent himself from completely losing balance. He caught a glance of Three hoisting Salem up. A second wind burst through Bison as he kicked away at Isis. Annoying pests! The Alpha Male gripped the bottom of the cage and let out a loud bellow.
Bison's muscles strained as he lifted, his massive torso flexing as sweat formed all over his mighty frame. Not even a cage would get in his way! The raw power of Bison was beheld by the audience as he lifted the bottom of the cage enough to slide into the ring.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 9:01 pm
Three's focus had been on his opponent, lifted high above his head. Three grinned, sure that Salem was coming too, and possibly even ready for what was coming; having gone through it before. Oh how wrong he would be... Three crouched slightly while lowering Salem down to his shoulders, and suddenly he heaved, shoving up on Salem shoving him up, up into the air. Gravity would do the rest, all Three had to do was wait... Salem would fall, and Three aimed another winding up European Uppercut right for the Champion's face.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 9:28 pm
Salem was drowsy, dazed, and staring off into the distance as Three stood menacingly within the ring, showing off his dominance by holding Salem high into the air. Behind his glazed gaze, though, Salem's mind was struggling to build up the willpower to fight back. Though he wasn't certain what Three had in mind, Salem knew that Three would stop at nothing to reclaim what he desired - the Asylum Championship.
As this was only his third match as the champ, and his first title defense, Salem had come into the match eager to establish himself against a former champion and a man who'd earned his chance fighting through three cages of Hell. Salem felt he had something to prove, considering that he'd only been given his shot at Three because of pesky interference. In a way, winning the belt had given Salem a bad taste in his mouth - a feeling that he hadn't properly deserved his shot. But, here he was...on Three's shoulders, about to receive whatever punishment the former champion had in mind. Would this be Salem's curtain call? Was this how it was all to end for the champ? These questions entered the thoughts of those in the audience as Three crouched and heaved, tossing the helpless champion high into the air, looking to decapitate the young rookie with another fierce Blackout Punch from the mat below.
CRACK!
The upward-hooking fist connected, rocking Salem's head back as Bison hefted the very cage up in efforts to get back in the match. The giant drawing near as Salem's eyes rolled back in his head, the champ would fall limply against the dusty canvas, body resembling a rag doll in the way his bones buckled without resistance. Motionless with his eyes closed, the crowd let out a collective gasp as they waited to see what happened in the next few crucial moments.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 12:13 am
Three's attention was focused on the champion. He had just preformed a spectacular Death Trap, one that sent the audience into a frenzy. It was here the exaustion of such a high impact match became noticable. Three's black flesh shone with sweat, and he panted heavily. The effort of throwing anyone, even someone as light as Salem, took a great deal of strength; that's why he usually let his opponent build the momentum. However it was worth the effort to end the match with flash. He did just that, looking down at Salem his work was a masterpiece. He could score a ten count pin at this point, but he only needed three. Through all of this Bison had blown the minds of the audience by lifting the half ton cage and to reenter the match. Something that had escaped Three's tunnel vision on victory.
The demon, sure of victory, dropped to his knees attempting to cover Salem with a standard pin, only hooking the inside leg for show, rather than leverage.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 1:16 am
Bison slid his frame into the ring, the audience still in shock at the massive feat of strength shown by the Alpha Male. He saw the demon pinning the champion and charged in, dropping a double axe handle on Three's back to break the count after 2.
Bison stood up, his colossal frame glistening with perspiration as he squatted down, glaring at Three. He was ready, beckoning for his victim to stand up, stomping on the mat. When Three got up Bison was ready to hoist him up and plant him down with a thunderous Bison Buster.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 2:39 am
Three had the pin locked in, the official was on the mat, counting. 1... Three could taste his victory, he could feel his belt around his waist again. 2... Three dug his feet in, keeping as much leverage on Salem as he could, he was only a second away... the officials hand was falling, and then he looked up in surprise. The next thing Three felt was a searing pain in his back as something heavy, and hard came crashing into it. He heard the official call the two count... but he still didn't understand he was in too much pain to think.
It came to him after a moment, and he was furious... Bison had gotten past his Succubi, and back into the fight. He pushed himself up, groaning from the pain in his back. He had the match won, he had Salem beat, and the overgrown moron ruined it. Three was going to put Bison down for that, he got to his feet a plan forming in his head. Then Three was lifted high, soaring up he briefly understood what his victims felt when he threw them into the air. A massive hand planted on his stomach, it helped gravity bring him back to the mat with so much force that the whole structure seemed to bounce.
Three's world went blank, he forgot where he was, who he was, even how to breath. All he knew was.... Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 4:57 pm
Though Salem couldn't see it, he was conscious enough to feel Three's chest pressing down against his own, leveling his shoulders to the dusty canvas as the referee began the three-count. Still, the champion was too groggy to focus and get his shoulder up, barely opening his eyes to see the dancing orbs of light swirling in the air above his head. The jolting impact of Bison's axehandle against Three's back, however, suddenly sharpened Salem's focus - bringing the set lights hanging across the ceiling into sharp focus once again. As Three got up to face his attacker, Salem would roll over to his stomach and crawl towards the turnbuckle, slowly reaching the bottom rung to pull his dazed self up to his feet, leaning back into the corner to help steady his wobbly legs while Bison brought the former champion crashing to the mat with his impressive maneuver.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 12:27 am
Bison dropped to his knees after he slammed Three to the mat. He panted heavily, lifting the cage and Three so soon could wear even the alpha male out. He wiped the sweat off his brow, not noticing Salem standing up once more. Bison could taste victory, crawling over to Three's side and planting a hand on the demon's chest for a pin.
He had this... he was so close...
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 1:26 am
Gradually, the numbness that dulled Salem's senses started to dissipate, static images and noises giving way to crisp, clear sights and sounds as the champ recouperated in the corner. Bison, meanwhile, had opted to take down The Number Three with a vicious signature slam before crawling overtop his victim lethargically, tired from his physical exertions. However, the Carribbean Colossus had made no point to take notice of Salem's new position in the corner...
As Bison laid a palm flat across Three's chest, Salem would take a deep huff of breath and charge forward while the official started the count. "One!....Two!...." the ref counted as the Charismatic Calamity barreled towards the center ring, bringing his right foot up flat to drive the heel of his boot into the side of Bison's face. Trying to knock the big man out cold with the charging skull-punt, Salem would immediately drop hard into Three's chest with his shoulder, looking to try a hard cover over the former champion should his blitzkrieg attack be successful.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 7:42 pm
Bison thought he had it won. He slammed Three down, had the pin.
1...2...
Then Bison's vision flashed as his head was jarred by Salem's boot. He rolled over onto his back, his head spinning from the crashing impact of the punt kick.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 11:01 pm
Three was laying there as Bison attempted to pin him with one hand. He was aware of the count, but trying to suck air back into his lungs was all he could focus on. Then the pressure on his chest lifted, and hot sweaty air filled his lungs... but at least it was air. The breath brought him back, but his back was throbbing after the impact. Just as he was going to try and roll over, Salem popped down trying to capitalize on Bison's finisher. Three wanted to kick out right away, but his back wouldn't pull together. The first count slapped, and he tightened. The belt was his, he could not allow Salem to keep it from him. The second count fell, one second closer to losing... one second closer to being denied his belt. He couldn't let it happen, he summoned every ounce of strength he had; and with a roar he kicked, and flung his arms up, throwing Salem off him. He would not let the match end, not on his back! Sitting up, Three huffed; still hurting from the buster, he had to hold his back and try to reign in his pain.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 3:50 am
The action inside the ring was wild - fans were on their feet cheering and chanting, praising the collective efforts of the three gladiators presently inside the unforgiving cage of steel. The Asylum Championship could only benefit from having any one of them bear its gold, but it would be a question of whose resolve broke sooner to find the true champion.
Salem squinted as he laid across Three's abdomen, panting and aching while the referee began the count. Once, twice Salem felt the offical's palm strike the canvas, and in those two seconds Salem could feel the electricity from the crowd roaring in his ears, a raging flood of shouts and applause. He could feel the belt around his waist, just as it had been these recent weeks...but his daydream was broken by the sudden jolt from Three's body, causing Salem to land on his shoulder as Three evaded a pinfall.
Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, Salem lay on his side with a chastising look, loathing himself for not getting the job done. Running a hand through his hair frustratingly, Salem would roll briskly to his feet, a pep in his step from the adrenaline flaring his veins and nostrils. Standing at Three's back, Salem would hunch over and stare wildly, fiercely at the former champion, waiting for him to rise up to his feet.
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