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 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:02 pm
After being choked, beaten, and kicked in the skull, not many people would volunteer themselves for further punishment. But Salem wasn't like many people, not the type to give up and stay down no matter how much hurt is leveled against him. His head was ringing like a church bell, face tender and eyes throbbing with each thump of his heartbeat, it felt like the blood was going to burst from his eyes and nose as he reached out and struggled to plant his palms against the canvas. For some reason, the rhythmic clapping of the crowd inspired Salem, motivating him to act in defiance of his senses and instead look to get back up and into the fight. Still, Salem looked as though he could barely manage a push-up, let alone get back to his feet in this condition. Straining visibly, Salem grunted and groaned as he tried pushing his chest up, raising his head to face the crowd whom he couldn't yet see through the haze of pain.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:10 pm
"Auuugh.."
The frustrated villain squints at the rallying opposition. He runs a hand across his eyes to clear his bleary vision before slinking off of the ropes and onto his hands and knees. He makes careful effort to line himself up with the opponent, wrestling historians had a general idea of what the skinheaded drug fiend was about to attempt. As soon as his aim was true Freak crawled on his hands and knees towards Croft, aiming to collide the top of his shaven head with the mush of the young man.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:17 pm
Salem was finding he had strength left in him, but Freakshow was the more rested of the two and was crawling to intercept Croft before he could make a move to stand. Before "The Copperhead" could begin slithering to the ropes for assistance, the wily vermin he intended to vanquish came crashing his skull down into his, this time making a little nick in his forehead that threatened to leak blood into the young man's eyes, falling back down to the mat following the headbutt.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:27 pm
The move didn't do Freak much good either. Shorting out for just a split second collapses onto his stomach. His only consolidation was the fact that he could infer, from the fact that he felt like s**t, that his opponent felt like even more s**t. A small bit of solace in a cold indifferent universe governed by uncaring deities such as Matt Shanahan. With wobbly elbows he starts to push himself from the floor, small blood spots dotting the ring.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:34 pm
His cheek pressed to the mat, blood seeping onto the canvas from his freshly opened forehead, Salem winced as he tried to put a hand to the mat and push himself back up in defiance of Freakshow's continued attacks...but he just couldn't. Instead, "The Copperhead" pushed himself over, trying to weakly roll away from his enemy and get some distance between them, even if he was only managing to move a shoulder-length at a time. Time was the precious commodity, here, the measure by which every man is eventually judged. It decided every man's fate, eventually, and was as unmerciful as the man he was presently locked in a cage with. If he kept eating elbows and headbutts, there wouldn't be much time left for the former BBW Champion, so his only hope was to try and buy more time until he could once again get the upperhand!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:37 pm
Freakshow watched on with narrow eyes as Croft began to try creating distance. Moving with a certain predatory gracefulness his slides himself a few feet over into the proper position, making sure again, to line up with the opponent, cranium to cranium. Thumping his foot against the ground, he gets his knees up under him and propels himself forward. Tilting his head down and shutting his eyes tight, he would once again try smashing the top of his head into his opponents.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:41 pm
Salem was struggling to avoid Freak for the time being, but that was made impossible as the sinister veteran crawled once more towards him, looking to hold his scalp up and line up another headbutt to the crowd's dismay! But just as Freak lunged forward, Salem shifted - snaking an arm up while moving his head to the side, narrowly missing the skull-bump in the process! Instead, Freak found himself thrusting his head where it didn't belong...right into a guillotine choke as Salem tried to wrench in the front-facing headlock from his belly on the mat!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:45 pm
"s**t!-!" The veteran had made a rookie mistake. Never feed your head to anyone. Especially to someone who can take it right off. He knew he had a problem immediately, the new yorker shoots his hand forward, trying to get an arm between the hold and his neck but it was to no avail. The jaws were cinched in. He flails and pushes at the ground with his legs desperately, clawing at the arms of his intuitive competition.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:55 pm
Salem was running on instinct - his body, moving without being commanded as he reacted out of pure survival. Sinking the submission in, "The Copperhead" looked to deepen his grip on Freakshow's throat by executing a gator roll, trying to twist Freak shoulder over shoulder across the ring while maintaining the guillotine choke on his prey! Groaning from the sting being cut open and the burn of fatigue in his muscles, it seemed like Salem was putting all his power into this death roll, trying to wrench Freak's head right off his shoulders!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:00 pm
Freakshows head was beet red. Not just from the blood. Well, mostly from the blood. But also from being gator rolled and having his neck squeezed. Also, from the excess of blood produced by said action. Regardless, it wasn't much fun. In fact, it was terrible. He felt like his neck was going to break as his head was contorted, forcing him to roll with Croft to prevent his decapitation. On instinct he reaches for the nearby ropes. Even if he'd gotten to him the ref wouldn't be able to help. Not that he wanted to after the prior incidents. The fans are enthusiastic with regards to the proceedings. To the point that they began chanting: TAP TAP TAP Even though he couldn't tap. If he were aware of anything other than his head about to explode he'd get a kick out of it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:08 pm
The crowd clamored for Freakshow to quit, but there was no submitting, no pinfalls, no rules in this fight - it could only be ended when someone was thrown into the casket, which at present was propped up outside the ring. Only then, when someone was tossed in that haunting, wooden box would this bitter feud come to a close. But Salem wasn't eager to yet relinquish his grip, intent on making Freakshow suffer...so as he reached for the ropes, Salem began rolling the opposite direction, the sudden change in direction almost enough to snap the man's neck had "The Copperhead" wanted. Fans were on their feet, urging Salem on with their cheers and claps, the sophomore gaining strength by the second as his roll grew in quickness and guillotine tightened in intensity!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:15 pm
Freakshow, with an hand on the bottom rope, seems to relax, his shoulders slacken. He was home free, at least temporarily. Nope, no such luck. He's is lurched back onto his back in a violent twist. As he's caught in a torpedo from one side of the ring to another he puffs his cheeks, either from nausea or an attempt to keep his left few gulps of air in his body. The noise in the arena is deafening is Freak finds himself helpless, taken from post to post by his unrelenting opponent.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:07 pm
Salem was torquing Freak's neck with his tightening guillotine, "The Copperhead" showing off his finishing submission as he continued the gator roll with his enemy in-tow. But instead of stopping once he crossed the BBW logo, Salem once again whipped in the other direction, heading back towards the side where the casket was currently situated. Looking to roll under the bottom ropes, Salem would try to land on his feet to maintain the Constrictor's Coil once he'd transitioned to the ringside!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:10 pm
Freakshow finds himself on the outside of the ring. How? He wasn't sure. Probably by going under the ropes. Yeah, it was going under the ropes. Not that it made a difference to Freak seeing as he had already more or less blacked out. It was only by virtue of Salem Crofts arms around his neck that he was even somewhat vertical. Leaning on the weight of Croft his arms dangle limply over the ground.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:18 pm
Fans were on their feet as Salem rolled onto his, standing tall after having been abused during the early-goings of this match. Haggard, still trying to catch his breath, Croft at least managed a smile to the audience as he looked over his shoulder, towards the direction of the casket behind him...but rather than lead his victim back towards the burial box, he instead stepped towards the ring steps flanking him, raising his spare hand high before spinning his index finger in the air - it was a signal for his Snakebite DDT, kicking out his leg to drop back and send Freak's face into the top of the stairs!
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