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 Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:25 pm
 Blackjack heard Jamie's threatening roar, but he couldn't focus on much beyond the pain in his knee. He tried putting a little weight under it and felt a slight pop before it seared with more pain and gave out from under him. He was helpless here while Jamie climbed the laboriously high turnbuckle. Nothing his opponent had planned could be good for him but he wasn't sure what he could do to save himself. One last time Blackjack tried to get up, leaning heavily against the guard rail, but his knee collapsed again. He landed and felt the baton under his leg. Frantically Blackjack scrambled to pull the baton out from under him, and looked up to Jamie just at he reached the top of the turnbuckle. "Eat this you dirty redneck!" And with that, Blackjack chucked the Baton at Jamie; hoping that the 5lbs. of steel would be enough to knock Jamie off.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:33 pm
Jamie was just about to come flying off the turnbuckle when suddenly the metal baton came flying his way instead. It pinged off of his head, doming him effectively, and causing him to slip on the turnbuckle. He fell and wishboned himself on the top rope before falling backwards and slamming back first onto the mat with a loud thwack. He laid there limply, holding his right knee that he seemed to have injured more due to the fall. He was in a bad way now.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:57 pm
Watched in anticipation as the baton flew up, up, up, right into Jamie's head. Time seemed to slow down as Blackjack watched him lose his balance and fall onto the ropes, and then down to the mat. He let out a bark of laughter at the sight, and the jostling of his mirth brought his attention right back to his knee. There wasn't much he could do about it, and in this bitter cold he couldn't even comprehend putting ice on the joint, so he rubbed it more working and stretching it to the point that he could at least stand.
Leaning heavily against the guard rail, Blackjack finally managed to get back up to his feet, though all his weight was resting on his left leg. He quickly hobbled over to the ring and pulled the apron up. There were two boxes of light tubes left that hadn't been reappropriated just yet. Blackjack was going to change that. He pulled the boxes out and slid them into the ring. He was about to slide in after them when something else caught his notice, the second pale of blood. The top of bucket had frozen over and snow was beginning to pile up on the bloody ice. He smirked thinking of how much a frozen pale of blood would hurt.
After hobbling over to collect the pale, Blackjack slid into the ring. He worked quickly for a bloody mess of a man. His fingers were long past numb, every movement ached as if the digits had frozen through to the bone. The snow helped as Blackjack set up a tight log cabin half of the distance to the corner from the center of the ring. It took him well over 2 minutes to finish, but at this point in the match the fans were so blood thirsty they would wait to see what carnage Blackjack had planned next. With the log cabin completed, Blackjack went to the bucket and upturned it in the center of the construction. The blood had frozen on the top, and against the metal of the bucket; but he could feel liquid sloshing about inside the bloodcicle. With a sharp jerk the ice slid out of the bucket and settled in the center of the glass cabin.
Now Blackjack was ready, and he turned his attention towards his downed opponent. It was time for Jamie to learn a taste of what happens when you intend on injuring someone!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 11:10 pm
While Jamie's injury was not completely fake, it was not nearly as bad as he was making it to be. Just like with the brainbuster on the apron, Jamie was playing a little tune he liked to call possum.
He began to rub his knee and give it a few punches here and there like a mad scientist trying to punch life into a new creation. "C'mon, c'mon..." He whispered as Blackjack began to construct his log cabin of doom. When Blackjack turned to dump the pail of bloody ice on the log cabin, Jamie sprung to life and rushed at Blackjack from behind in hopes of leaping onto him and wrapping him up in a sleeper hold!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 11:28 pm
Blackjack had lingered too long on his diabolic construction, perhaps in hindsight, the tubes didn't have to be lined up perfectly. Hindsight wouldn't help him though, not while he was locked up in Jamie's sleeper. He dropped the bucket and tried to claw at Jamie's arms to no avail. He wanted to use his size to try and drive Jamie into a corner, but his injured knee gave out at that moment. He struggled as much as he could, but his oxygen was running out and Jamie had him locked in. Vaguely he was aware of the official asking him if he wanted to tap, it was a tempting offer, but he couldn't give in.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 10:09 pm
"Tap! Tap!" Jamie screamed as he wrapped his legs around Blackjack's abdomen and fully locked in his Sherman Necktie. It was only a matter of time now. To this day, no one had been able to outlast the necktie after being locked in Jamie's signature hold. "I have no problems killin' you here in Canada!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 10:22 pm
Blackjack's vision was fading fast, his body growing heavy. He still refused to tap but was no longer able to struggle. He dropped down to one knee, and then the other. His hands, that up until now were tugging at Jamie's grip, went limp and fell at his side. Blackjack's bloody face was turning blue. Finally the official reached out grabbing Blackjack's arm and listed it. He let it fall once, and lifted it again, this time Blackjack's hand landed on the bucket he'd dropped in front of him. The official pulled Blackjack's arm up a third time, but it stopped half way. Confused, the official looked to see that Blackjack's hand had gripped the handle of the bucket.
Blackjack gagged again, trying to suck in air and reached out with his other hand. He had one last shot. He took the bucket in both hands, and hoisted it over his head, upturning it, trying to drop the bucket, ice first, onto the top of Jamie's head.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 10:42 pm
With a loud pang noise, the bucket slammed into the top of Jamie's head, causing him to lose his grip and fall backwards flat on his butt. "Agh! W-What the--Ge-Get off!" Jamie shouted as he tried to pull the bucket off of his head while a rush of freezing cold blood that wasn't even his rain down his head, neck and chest. "Ah! Ah! Cold! Cold!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 11:01 pm
The shock to one's system when having ice cold liquid dumped on them is tremendous. It's what saved Blackjack from passing out. Too bad for Jamie he couldn't hold out just a little longer, but when he let go Blackjack was able to suck in a deep breath of icy air. The cold air stung his burning lungs, and such a deep breath aggravated his broken rib. Blackjack fell forward, catching himself with his hand and coughing as he sucked in breath after breath trying to clear the fog of suffocation from his head. He looked up to see Jamie with a bucket on his head stumbling around the ring. Pushing himself up on his good leg, he started fishing in his left pocket for something. Blackjack managed to stagger over to the ropes leaning against them as his reached down to secure the brass knuckles on his left fist this time.
Having learned his lesson from earlier, Blackjack made sure the knuckles were fitted tightly over his numb fingers. He looked up as Jamie staggered towards him, and lashed out aiming a powerful loaded left handed haymaker for the bucket trapped on Jamie's head.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 11:06 pm
It sounded like someone had just put another crack in the liberty bell. The punch dented the bucket and Jamie's skull, as well as effectively smashed the frozen ice in the bucket, causing it to fall out in huge chunks at Jaime's feet. He staggered backwards from the fall, hit the ropes, slipped on the ice and fell forward.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 11:27 pm
This time the punch connected, and the knuckles stayed put. Blackjack's hand throbbed from punching a metal bucket full of ice; but he knew it could have been much worse, and compared to the pain he'd already gone through it was insignificant. He hobbled after Jamie's backwards stagger, planning on inflicting more damage. Images of Jamie's bucket covered face serving a speed ball flashed through his mind. But when Jamie slipped and started falling forward, Blackjack sought to use that momentum to his advantage. Dropping to his weakened knee, Blackjack would try to catch Jamie up onto his shoulders as the smaller man fell. Blackjack looked over to the snow coated trashcan that had once been full of light tubes. Blackjack stepped towards it, having to walk carefully on the slick mat with a bum knee. When he neared the can, Blackjack would shift to slam Jamie neck and shoulders first into the trashcan. Once Jamie was planted through the trashcan, Blackjack would lean back, trying to cover his opponent.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 11:37 pm
Jamie's limp noodle of a form was flung through the air like a Barnum and Bailey trapeze artist before it came crashing down on the trashcan, effectively putting a big crater in it. His body arched in agony as he let out a yell. "Ahhh! I hate you!" Jamie shouted as he was covered.
"One...Two...Thr--"
No! It was only a two count! Jamie bridged up with his feet at the last moment to get out of the pinfall predicament.
"Awww!" The crowd said in unified disappointment as Blackjack almost secured the win after a very long and hard fought battle.
Jamie rolled over and managed a death rattle in Blackjack's ear. "Kill yourself."
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 11:53 pm
Disappointment was etched clearly across his face when he felt Jamie break the pin. He just couldn't believe it, not after everything that happened, not after all the punishment he'd put Jamie through; this was not what he'd expected to find an opponent in BBW. He heard Jamie's death rattle and huffed, his tanks were on empty, he was running on fumes that should have burnt out long before this. At this point, it was pure stubbornness that drove him to continue. Blackjack turned towards Jamie and aimed a clubbing blow at his chest. After that Blackjack would push himself up to his good leg and would attempt to drag Jamie over to the corner. "Suicide is painless..."
Once at the corner, Blackjack would pull Jamie up using the same ear grasping technique Jamie had used on him earlier. With a shove Blackjack aimed to smash Jamie into the turnbuckle and stun him with a few more clubbing blows to his chest. After keeping his opponent stunned, Blackjack would start setting him up onto the top turnbuckle. He looked behind him one last time examining the light tube structure he'd assembled, then with a strain of finality Blackjack climbed the ropes grasping Jamie into a facelock. With one last motion he'd drape Jamie's arm over his neck and would throw himself back in an effort to bring Jamie crashing down into the cabin, giving him a first hand experience of his favored weapon.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 12:03 am
Every time Jamie's body jerked from the clubbing blow, a jolt of electricity surged through Jamie's body, trying desperately, begging for him to wake up and defend himself, but he had nothing left. He had already been running on E and now the dial was way past the E into the part of the dashboard that's hard to see because the damned steering wheel is in the way.
Jamie was stuck on the top turnbuckle like an effed up human scarecrow pike statue on Vladislov Dracula's front lawn. It seemed that Blackjack was setting Jamie up for the grand finale. The final bang. The big finish. Jamie had thrown everything that he could at Blackjack, but Blackjack was like Jaws and Jamie was looking a lot like James Bond; he just couldn't keep him down!
Jamie was jerked and hoisted into a mid-air suplex, his body aimed at the lighttube log cabin of pain and misery. Suddenly, a spark ignited the fire in Jamie's darkness, fueling itself on the black heart. Once mid suplex, Jamie rolled his body over and attempted to cross-body Blackjack in mid air through the lightube jungle gym and come crashing down on top of his frame with all of the little man's body weight.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 12:16 am
As Blackjack geared up to suplex Jamie, the audience began one long rising cheer. the volume of the frigid audience grew as the momentum increased and it seemed like Jamie was going to perish in the log cabin. But all that changed, and Blackjack wasn't even aware of it, because by the time it registered in his head that something was wrong.
BOOM!
The impact with the glass was outstanding, and the audience erupted with cheers to match the mighty detonation of glass that exploded in every direction. Blackjack lay amidst broken tubes, and white dust that could have been snow had it not been made up of microscopic particles of razor sharp glass. When the figurative smoke settled, Blackjack was laying sprawled out, blood covered every bit of exposed flesh. Jamie lay across Blackjack's body, and the official slid down quickly to start the count. The cries and cheers of the audience were so loud that anyone watching would only be able to see the official's count, the sound of the slaps being drowned out.
1 The first count slapped the mat, and Blackjack didn't move.
2 The second count fell, the audience waited on the edges of their seats, biting nails, watching for the finish to such a brutal exhibit.
3!!! The final count fell, the official turned to signal the bell, and the audience exploded reaching volumes they had not yet managed to reach in the open parking lot.
Both men had come into this match with little to none of the crowd caring about them, and regardless of how either man felt for the audience, at the moment, every single person watching was a fan of theirs.
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