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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 11:05 pm
Jamie reached the ropes at the exact same time Blackjack did, so there would be no loading screens in this battle of the behemoths...Yes, Jamie counts as a behemoth...Shut up!
The right hand flew and cracked Jamie across the face, causing him to stagger a bit. In retaliation, Jamie turned around, reached forward and went for a mighty eye poke of doom! If he could stun Blackjack momentarily, he would try to reach forward, put him in a facelock and try to suplex him from the apron to the ring and float over into a pin.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 11:23 pm
 Jamie managed to poke Blackjack in his yellow, right, eye. This elicited a grumble of discomfort from Blackjack distracting him long enough for Jamie to grab him with a facelock. But the eye Jamie poked was the wrong eye, and Blackjack recovered quickly enough that he threw an arm up over Jamie's head. He would heave, pulling his strength from deep within, so deep that the effort renewed Blackjack's bleeding wounds. Blackjack would try to deadlift Jamie up over the ropes, turning as he did to bodily pull his opponent from the ring. Then Blackjack would hop off the apron, allowing himself to fall back down to the unforgiving floor below, but hopefully bringing Jamie down into a brutal brainbuster on the apron!
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 11:26 pm
The crowd cheered as Jamie put Blackjack in a facelock, hoping to see a feat of strength from the smaller man. A feat of strength happened alright, but from the bigger man. The crowd began to "Woah-oh-oh-oh." as Jamie was lifted and turned, but when Blackjack hopped off the apron and spiked Jamie on the apron, the crowd lost it. "Ohhh!"
Jamie was left sprawled on the apron, half of his body still on, the other half hanging off like a piece of pinestraw caught in the weird space between a car's windshield and hood. Slowly his body began to sag and his limp form slipped off of the edge of the apron and onto the snowy ground with a crunchy, crunch noise.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 11:40 pm
Blackjack didn't really get to enjoy Jamie's head colliding with the apron as much as the fans did. While Jamie was losing braincells, Blackjack got to enjoy a hardy drop onto his sliced up back. He rolled to the side in agony, arms clenched tight around his rib cage. He would have been content to wallow in the slushy snow when he heard Jamie's body thump against the hard ground right where he'd just been laying. The thought of it forced Blackjack to laugh, and that forced him to wince and whine eerily reminiscent of a little girl. He looked back at Jamie and grunted as he rolled onto his stomach again, working on an effort to stand. He managed to get his wobbly legs under him, but the second he tried to stand he staggered forward and crashed into the side of the stairs.
Great.
Now Blackjack was beating himself up for Jamie. He turned to the stairs, this time using them to climb up. Feeling woozy from blood loss, and impact trauma, Blackjack was forced to use the ring post to try and stand himself up. With the stability of the sturdy ring, he managed to get to his feet, only the first step in finishing this match. Blackjack set an unsteady foot on the middle turnbuckle and heaved to drag himself up higher. That's right, Blackjack was climbing the turnbuckle, because at the top he was going to dive off to try to end Jamie with an elbow drop to the outside of the ring.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 11:47 pm
While Blackjack was making his way toward the steps, Jamie's second--or maybe third, wind was stirring the gears of the murder machine was that Jamie Bader. He began to crawl on his hands and knees after Blackjack as the man ascended the ropes from the apron. As soon as Blackjack turned around to elbow drop Jamie, the small man was suddenly right in front of him. Reaching out, Jamie attempted to grab his ankle and give it a hard tug, hoping to cause him to fall from his perch.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 12:30 am
Blackjacks eyes widened in horror when he turned to target Jamie, only the find the bloody little troll, right there in front of him! Blackjack fell a good foot and landed on the turnbuckle, right on his a**. The impact jarred his spine again reigniting the pain he'd earned with a leg drop off the truck. That was bad enough, but Blackjack could recover from that if he... the turnbuckle wasn't enough space for him to land on and then remain without a hold. Blackjack slipped forward off the turnbuckle and fell several feet to the steel steps. He again landed on his tailbone, he'd been atomic dropped onto the steel steps. This time the pain that exploded in his back couldn't be ignored, Blackjack fell backwards laying out on the steps like a sacrifice to the gods of violence.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 12:38 am
Jamie staggered backwards right into the guard rail after plucking Blackjack from his throne and dropping him into what might as well have been the pits of hell. The crowd seemed to have felt his pain, or maybe they enjoyed it, it was hard to tell with all of the chanting going on. After regaining his composure, he took a moment to wipe blood out of his eyes.
Jamie approached Blackjack, ready to make another move, but he hesitated. Slowly his head turned to where the commentators makeshift table was. He kind-of hobble-sprinted over to the table and shoved a camera man out of the way. "Move skippy!" Jamie gave the time keeper a shove as well. He seemed to be going for...The ring bell? No, what Jamie picked up was something far worse: a bag of salt. You see, officials had been occasionally salting the parking lot and areas around the table to keep people from falling, and Jamie had seen them doing it pre-show.
With a growl, he heaved the bag up and marched his way back to the downed foe. The crowd seemed confused at first, but as he got nearer, they seemed to pick up on his malicious intent.
"No! Don't do it!"
"This is crazy!"
"Holy hell!"
Those were just a few of the things Jamie heard as he got closer to Blackjack. He slammed the bag down next to the guard rail, reached inside with the hand that was not 'completely' destroyed, and grabbed a handful of salt. He spun around, aimed and tosses it like poison ash right at the chest of Blackjack. "Yeah, you like that!?" Jamie hissed as he approached and went to smear his hand on the sternum of his foe.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 12:46 am
Pain was a sweet and wonderful sensation. It stung and bit, causing blessed discomfort. What Blackjack was experiencing now was not pain, pain was too kind, to gentle a sensation to describe this. Blackjack was in agony as Jamie ground thick rocks, and salt dust into the myriad of open and bleeding wounds on his chest. Blackjack screamed, he thrashed, trying to fight back but it was pointless. The torment Jamie was causing confused his brains ability to even coordinate limb movement. Blackjack wanted it to end right there, without even realizing it his hand started slapping the steel steps. The official could do nothing about it though, no matter how hard Blackjack tapped, the match would continue and Jamie would keep grinding salt into open wounds.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 12:50 am
After a few moments of causing pain, suffering and pure, indescribable agony, Jamie reared his right hand back and aimed a punch at Blackjack's head to disorient him. Afterward, he moved to slide back into the ring.
Once in the ring, Jamie would reach under the bottom ropes for Blackjack's legs and give them a tug forward so that they would lay snugly on either side of the ring post. From there, Jamie would release the most perfect 'Woo!' ever uttered while covered in blood and lock in one of his signature moves, the figure-4 leglock with a ring post assistance.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 1:08 am
Blackjack's fighting seemed to die down as Jamie continued to grind salt into his chest. Fatigue was again catching up to him, and helpless as he was, his flailing was just wasting his energy. Finally Jamie stopped, not that the intense burning would ever go away. Blackjack wanted to roll over and curl into a ball, he wanted to rock himself back and fourth and cry like a little girl. He was willing to do anything to end the agony he was in. Instead he got punched in the face.
Adding insult to injury, Jamie's punch broke Blackjack's nose, drawing out yet another source of blood. Wasn't it bad enough that Blackjack was already almost drowning in it? Dazed and sputtering blood, Blackjack was easy to tie up around the ringpost. But he still seemed to have energy reserves left. As Jamie applied pressure to Blackjack knees the bigger man sat up, screaming and reaching for the post so he could pull himself closer to it and ease the pressure off his knees.
Every time he got close his bloody fingers would slip off the colt wet post. Still be floundered about. Blackjack tried tapping but it still had no effect on the match, not while he was outside of the ropes. Blackjack twisted trying anything to pull the pressure away before his knee snapped. All his struggling was working against him because in no time, Blackjack has shifted until the steps were no longer under him, and he fell strait back. Now hanging upside down, the pressure on his knee was starting to tear tendons in the joint.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 9:28 pm
Jamie knew, he knew that the only way to slay a giant was to take it out at the knees. Blackjack was already crazy in the head and his torso was built like a tank, so attacking those points would get him no where because when it came down to it, Blackjack was more durable than he was.
But then, the equalizer came in. No one can fight on one leg for long, let alone no legs, so Jamie was taking every advantage he could get especially if it involved knocking the big man down to size and hopefully setting up for the death blow. The figure-4 had worked so many times for Ric Flair, Jamie was praying that it would work a miracle for him tonight. He was beginning to wonder how much longer the Bader Death Machine could run on just hate and fumes.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 9:53 pm
Blackjack's struggling continued on for a moment longer, his screaming and thrashing helping him in no way at all. Jamie didn't seem to have any compulsion to stop, he was doing this with the intention of actually harming Blackjack. He was beginning to realize this, but the instinct to keep fighting wouldn't fade away. That's when Blackjack heard a metallic thunk next to his head. He could barely see through the blood in his eyes, but noticed a foot long metal tube next to his head. Through all of his flailing about upside down, Blackjack had managed to release his impact baton from his deep pant pocket. In a last ditch effort, biting his already lacerated tongue, Blackjack grabbed the baton, gave it a flick to extend the sturdy weapon. With a roar that was equal parts pain and fatigue, Blackjack sat up, fighting against the horrific tension in knee, and started striking blindly at the ring post. The first strike hit metal, and he was too disoriented to aim better, so he lashed out faster hoping that one strike will get lucky and force Jamie to release him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:02 pm
Out of no where a searing pain lit up the right side of Jamie's leg, the likes of which Jamie had never encountered before. It felt as if a bullet had wiggled it's own way into the knee joint of Jamie's right knee. "Agh!" Jamie exclaimed as he reached down to feel his leg. Suddenly, he was struck again in the leg, but this time he released the hold on Blackjack and rolled onto his side clutching his knee. "Son of a b#$%!"
Jamie used his free arm to drag himself away from the turnbuckle while holding his knee. It had seemed as if the two strikes had effectively crippled Jamie for the time being. "Damn, damn, damn, damn!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:10 pm
When Jamie finally released the pressure on Blackjack's legs, he also released the lock that was holding Blackjack's weight up. With a painfully unpleasant impact, Blackjack's weight landed on the back of his head. At least, finally, his legs were free; not that they were usable at the moment. Blackjack panted and pushed, crawling through spilled salt and snow, adding more burning pain to the canvas of his body. He found himself leaning against the railing as he pulled his knee up to him and started trying to rub out some of the pain, but when even stretching it out hurt; things weren't looking good for him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:14 pm
Jamie crawled and crawled as fast as his little body would allow. Soon, he had neared the ropes and was using them to get back to his feet. He was limping on the knee that had been struck, but for the most part, his limbs were still partially operable. "I'm going to kill YOU." Jamie hissed as he limped his way to the turnbuckle, ready to strike again from the heavens. Jamie ascended to the top rope slowly, trying his best not to lose his footing. Once he had reached the top, he had almost lost step on the snow covered turnbuckle, but managed to recover well. With his fingers once again pointed to the sky, Jamie was aiming for an outside dive double axe handle strike in the same style of that as Randy Savage.
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