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 Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:37 pm
The vague smell of scorched skin still clung to Trent's body, but that didn't keep Salem from rolling the man onto his back - knowing that his wrists were still handcuffed - and reaching over to hook a leg and lean his back into the lad's chest for a pinfall! Could this be it? Trent had been quite a trickster throughout the match, from creating smokescreens to exposing the concrete - but the rookie had also taken a hellacious beating, too, and kept on coming. Bloodied, bruised, and possibly in shock, it wasn't a surprise that some in the audience had found the scene a bit disturbing to watch. However, the BBW Faithful didn't hold back their cheers as the referee approached, preparing to make the count!
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:48 pm
Trent would have his back pressed against the mat, along with his shoulders. Even if Trent were conscious this would be a difficult task to kick out. The official slammed his hand down on the mat once and the crowd continued to bite their nails as the suspense was a killer right now, the second hand would than be brought down, if one more count were made, Salem would have won the match without even getting pinned. Time seemed to slow down after the second count, for everyone it seemed the hand was going down slowly, as if time wasn't completely halted, but it slowed down. A raging fire inside of everyone's hearts, and finally time sped up to match its regular pace once the hand met the mat for the third time. The bell rang, and the crowd would cheer at the top of their lungs, giving a standing ovation to the Copperhead who had won the match despite what he had gone through, however Trent wasn't as lucky as Salem was.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:51 pm
As the announcer declared the victory for Salem, the referee hoisted "The Copperhead" up by one arm, raising it high for the adoring crowd. But Salem quickly shrugged the official off, stumbling towards the nearest corner to climb the turnbuckles and raise his own hand, triumphantly slapping his chest while pointing out to members in the crowd who were wearing his merchandise or carrying signs supporting him. The rush of the fans cheering for him after a match, there wasn't a feeling like it in the world. But Salem certainly looked to be nearly out of breath after his intense struggle both in and out of the ring against "The Archangel" Trent. Still, he'd managed to come out on top not once, but twice, and to Salem, it didn't get much sweeter than seeing so many smiling faces looking back at him in this particular moment.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:55 pm
The official would have gotten the key from the officer a few seconds after the match, and would have freed Trent. Something shocking instantly happened afterwards, Trent would have began gritting his teeth and raising his own body with his palms and knees. He would have seen Salem pass on his celebration and stopped him. His reaction was one of complete surprise just like the crowd. Trent continued to get up with the support of Salem's clothing, using a part of his waistline to get slowly to his feet. Salem would stand still in complete shock. Trent knew when he was beat and he was definitely beat in this match, his perspective changed and he would show that it did, by slowly picking himself up and letting go of Salem, only to extend a hand towards him. The crowd weary of what he was doing, but if he had true conviction of the heart for appreciating this match, it would surely change their view on him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:02 pm
In the middle of his post-match celebration, Salem felt the tug of someone below him pulling on his waistline, nearly dragging him off the corner in the process as Trent stood back up to his feet following the match's conclusion. Turning around with a stern look but curious stare to his eyes, "The Copperhead" seemed confused as to what Trent had wanted, whether to fight or just interrupt his ovation. But when the rookie raised his hand up for an honorable handshake, Salem smiled a little and extended a wrapped fist in return, squeezing firmly and drawing Trent close for a brief hug. Patting him on the back with his spare hand, he raised the lad's hand up high with his own, gesturing for the crowd to give it up for the gut check Trent had endured to still be standing after all the beating Salem had to throw at him. It had been a hard-fought battle, but when both men could embrace each other as friends and competitors after it all, it didn't feel like there was a loser. Standing there, basking in the chants of "B-B-W" that burst from the crowd, Salem nodded to his counterpart and released his hand, ducking down to grab his burlap sack before departing from the ring, back up the ramp.
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