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 Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 9:54 pm
It would take a blind, deaf and dumb man to not be intimidated by hearing the laughter from a bloodied and bruised fighter with a mentality that was exclusive to Blackjack. To see how he was surrounded by electric walls and bound to this maniac by a steel chain tied around their necks was starting to sink in. AJ wasn't aware of the champion's pain tolerance, nor his unfulfilled quench for carnage, but it was seemingly starting to sink in. All those thoughts of fear for his life were completely valid, but this was for his newest addiction: glory. He needed it. AJ Warner absolutely ******** needed to redeem himself, and he would settle for nothing short of the world championship. With his focus shifted back to the light at the end of this miserable tunnel, AJ went to mount Blackjack and take flight on his facial structure, hoping to interrupt the lunatic's laughter.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 4:31 pm
 Blackjack's manic laughter continued even as AJ mounted his chest. The challenger sought to silence the disturbing and intimidating laughter, but as soon as AJ climbed onto Blackjack, the hardcore connoisseur would reach up to try and grab the chain at the base of AJ's collar. If he managed to grasp the chain, Blackjack would yank in an effort to gain a bit of momentum as Blackjack would try to catch AJ with a hard right!
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 7:33 pm
With the hard right connecting to the side of his face with the most vacant spaces inbetween his teeth, and the proficiency of Blackjack's bare-knuckle boxing, AJ was completely dazed, yet still mounted on top of the rowdy champion. This was the second time his body had gone limp in this match and they were only close to hitting the fifteen-minute mark. The street fighter mentality AJ had was seemingly deteriorating, or was at least absolutely inferior to Blackjack's prowess at a street dog.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 8:10 pm
Rather than knocking AJ off of him like he'd hoped, Blackjack apparently knocked the seasoned wrestler out. AJ collapsed onto Blackjack like a sack of ugly potatoes. The champion's head was still clouded from the heavy impacts he'd taken, and sluggishly shoved AJ off of him before the official could take it as a pin. Once free from AJ's weight, Blackjack would roll over and climb to his knees to scramble over to the ropes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 9:08 pm
How could such a man with such a limited moveset be so efficient in his strikes and be able to send AJ into a world of confusion with simple strikes? Certainly, the steel chain that served as the only connection between the two would do that when wrapped around a man's fist and sent into his adversary's head. But even without the help of it now, the punches were lethal. The crowd was baffled by how pure of a striker Blackjack was, despite how much of a chaotic p***k he could be. Soon, AJ shook it off, the void of vision being replaced with him looking up at the arena's ceiling lights. He shook his head adamantly, refusing to let his amount of lost blood and times knocked out keep him down. But for now, a breather was in need as long as Blackjack kept his distance.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 1:55 am
Blackjack too needed a moment to recover. He'd allowed his foolishness to let AJ engague him in an actual contest of wrestling. With AJ's suplexes being a specialty, combined with his own inability to grasp how to defend himself from those moves, the handful that the challenger had managed to land had been beyond devastating. Still, Blackjack understood that he couldn't allow AJ time to recover; because Blackjack might not survive another onslaught of technique. So he'd take what rest he could as he animatedly pulled himself up with the aid of the ropes. Blackjack would nod to his protege Andrew, signalling something. Andrew quickly searched through the bodybag on the stretcher they'd brought. After a moment he'd return with something compact and metallic, and carefully he handed it through an opening in the cage.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 2:18 am
The Shooter had quivered to his feet from the unbalanced state he was in, both physically and mentally. This wasn't the longest amount of time he had been in a match by any means, but the brutality and destruction Blackjack had brought with him could not be prepared for. Once he was to his feet, however, he saw the champion with his back turned to the thirty-eight year old challenger. Big mistake. AJ went to grab a hold of the back of Blackjack's belt with one hand and a handful of the deranged anti-hero's hair with the other, hoping to send him tumbling into the electric cage he had faced.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 10:17 pm
Too caught up in securing new weaponry, Blackjack hadn't realized that AJ was already recovering. Just as Blackjack received the metallic object, he was shoved unceremoniously into the cage wall, that he had had electrified. There was an audible pop as 72 volts of electricity surged through his body. Blackjack's entire body locked up for a moment and then he was propelled backwards thanks to the tention in the ropes. He fell back, jerking slightly, steam rising from his body. There was silence in the arena for just a brief moment, in that moment the drop of a pin could be heard. Then it was over; and the fans were roaring and chanting to AJ for more!
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 10:53 pm
Warner had looked like a murderer on the run now, too. There was no apologies made, no empathy felt, no regrets. Blackjack was looking to kill Warner, and rather than play the defensive, AJ had to take the initiative to walk away from this match under his own will and not be held under Blackjack's. Still in anger by how Blackjack had insulted him before, the woozy Suplex Shooter went to stand over the champion, small drops of blood falling from his jaw, and mouth off to the wild one. "Don't you ever ******** disrespect me, you worthless piece of trash. Who the ******** do y-"
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 11:28 pm
The sensation of being electrocuted was intense, and Blackjack's entire body was aching from the sudden contraction of every muscle at once. He lay on the ground burnt and sore while AJ lorded over him throwing out words of dominance. Fury and blood lust swelled up and gave him the strength to sit up. As he did he brought the stapler Andrew had handed him up. Blackjack would thrust the stapler at AJ's groin and crush the trigger in his grip, attempting to dish out damage that AJ wouldn't soon forget.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 11:49 pm
The relationship with AJ's present-day children was non-existant. After the pill addiction, his wife played the role of a cautious loving mother by keeping them away, and to be honest, his job didn't really allow visitations. As for his relationship with his future kids? Unless he planned on adopting, there would be no kids in Warner's future. The Suplex Shooters had been violated. The guns had been jammed, his testicles' undefeated Wrestlemania streak had been conquered by the stapler in Blackjack's hands. AJ grabbed his two closest friends and fell down to the mat, holding them tight and wrapped himself in the fetal position. They were blood brothers, and they would die in battle together if need be. Besides AJ's face being obviously better looking, they were compared in the sense that both had been stabbed forcefully with something thanks to the evil man's antics.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 12:04 am
It was as if Blackjack's fury had washed away the pains and aches of the match. Watching AJ cradle his damaged jewels and fall to the mat invigorated the BBW World Champion. He rolled over and pushed himself up to his feet. Wiping blood from his face as he rose. The cheers and exuberance of the audience had faltered into one massive groan of discomfort. Without knowing the pain he felt, the audience couldn't understand; but they sympathized with AJ, especially the men.
Just like that the tabled had turned, and now it was Blackjack standing over AJ. He aimed a sharp kick with the pointed tip of his bloody oxford at AJ's spine, "Respect you!? You want me to respect you some more!" Blackjack would bend down to plant a knee on AJ's neck, then taking the stapler he would ram it into AJ's ear, squeezing the trigger again and again, hoping to mutilate AJ's ear. "No one respects you! They don't respect you! To them you're just a tool. To me you're just a toy. They aren't cheering for you out of respect; they just hate me!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 12:15 am
There was no possible retort to this. The immense amount of misery that was flooding AJ's brain didn't let him think of any way to find shelter, and he couldn't avoid the rough kick to the recently fixed spine. First his balls. Then his deformed back. And soon, his ear would be getting chopped up and crushed by Blackjack's lack of boundaries. Crying for help did him no justice, but it was instinct. It was instinct when his dad had whooped his a** past the point of discipline, and it would still reign strong with Blackjack's abuse of power.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 12:27 am
Blackjack unloaded half a dozen stapled in AJ's ear before he finished. He quickly got bored with something as insignificant as AJ's ear. He stood up and looked down at AJ's wailing form with disdain. "Pathetic." Furious, Blackjack threw the whole stapler at the side of AJ's head. Blackjack grabbed the bloody chain and again started trying to drag AJ to the ropes. He would bend down wincing because of the aches in his body, and yet shrugging them off in order to continue his fun. Blackjack would attempt to pull AJ up, and display the strength of a 6'5 260lb man by lifting him into an inverted gorilla press. "Since you seemed to like my cage so much!" Blackjack then attempted to throw AJ forward into the wall of the electrified cage!
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 12:48 am
The Shooter wasn't in a position to resist Blackjack at all. His balls had been shattered, his head was pouring blood for several minutes, and his rushed return to action was serving him no justice. Was the risk worth it? Absolutely. AJ would die over a title, but the difference between he and Blackjack was that the champion was willing to kill for it. Warner would have to do the same, but he would be hard-pressed to mount a comeback after finding himself lifted into the air and thrown into the electric cage like a baby by Blackjack's hidden strength. He spazzed around the mat between the ropes and the cage wall, blood oozing from the crease between his lips and his will to continue decreasing by the moment.
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