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 Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:06 pm
Salem hit the concrete with his wrapped forearms, sprawling out to bounce up to his feet with what could only be adrenaline and audience enthusiasm providing his energy. Looking down at "The Dragon", Salem slapped his chest once again with a hard, proud beat of his fist, shouting a primal call that the crowd echoed as Croft approached the apron, hiking the skirt up to get to the goodies beneath. Pulling out a chair, Salem slapped the steel against the apron as he snarled, looking over at Jarel with a savage expression. The fans, meanwhile, made their opinion of the situation known with a unified chant:
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP!*
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP!*
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 10:01 am
Jarel meanwhile, begins making his way back to his feet, exhaling quickly as he struggles to catch his breath following that kick to the chest, but there's far more fight left in him. He did not earn the name Godfather of Hardcore by going down easily
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 12:43 pm
Each thump in Salem's chest coincided with a thump from the chair against the ring's edge, a fire in the champion's eyes that burned so hot, it almost looked like smoke coming from his nostrils and mouth rather than the foggy steam of his breath. The crowd was lit up as well, watching with nail-biting anticipation of what would happen next as Jarel started to straighten himself back up. In that moment, however, Salem would lunge forward, looking to target his opponent's spine with a fierce swing of the steel chair into the brawler's back!
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 1:22 pm
a sound of pain escapes the Dragon as the chair strikes home, bashing him harshly across the back. He hadn't been prepared for it and it forces him to stumble forward a few steps
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:45 pm
The crack of steel against spine made a thunderclap that provoked the crowd to cheer as Jarel stumbled forward, still unwilling to relent despite the bitter cold and exhausting battle they both were waging. Nostrils flaring a little, "The Copperhead" was risking pneumonia with the layer of sweat gradually freezing to his body, much less the blood he'd already spilled and the bruises that were sure to come from Jarel's vicious treatment of him. Despite these hindrances, however, Salem swung the chair one more time at Damone's back, letting out a frustrated howl as he did so!
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:53 pm
a second shot forces the dragon to stumble forward again, attempting to put some distance between him and Salem
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:12 pm
The second steel chair shot forced Jarel further away than before, but the champion continued advancing, only focused on dealing out as much pain as could be possible to the veteran warlord. With the fans ecstatic for more, Croft clutched Damone's hair to twist it, as if trying to bring "The Dragon" back up to his feet in the most painful fashion possible!
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 5:55 pm
Freakshow, with his bag of popcorn cradled tight in his hands, removes his headset to the relief of the fans. Slowly he creeps in the snow towards the action, motioning for his tag team partner to follow him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 6:09 pm
Reaching under the table, Summers grabbed something and put it into his overcoat as he began to slither into the snow towards the ring. Checking his three, six, and nine regularly, he continued on, lifting the top of the coat to cover himself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 6:38 pm
As the only color commentator left, AJ was completely confused as to what was unfolding, hence leaving him to carry the load. He couldn't see much of the action from his position, either. So Warner took this as an opportunity to show his mysterious anger towards this match; he did a good job of masking it with false apathy.
"I guess this is a good time to practice my Joey Styles impersonation... uhhhh..."
And whenever the camera would reveal Freak and Summers' intentions, AJ would give his best rendition of the following catchphrase:
"ITS TAZZ!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 5:29 pm
The fans knew Freakshow and Brantley all too well; they were already booing at what might lay ahead. These two weren't even allowed to be out here, but it had been tolerated so far.
But no longer.
Much to everyone's surprise, the General Manager himself came charging around the stage, not bothering with a fancy entrance. In his hands was that famous baseball bat he always carried, one that Freakshow would remember well. In his wake were not security guards, but actual police officers!
"There they are!" was all that Matt shouted as he pointed down to the ring with his baseball bat, spotting the Midnight Marauders for the hired policemen scheduled to assist in defending this match, should they be needed. The police officers went around the General Manager and swarmed the outside of the ring, two in particular aiming to tackle the duo into the snow, should they not already be on the run!
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 6:17 pm
I guess Shanahan was going to play the role of "the most miserable man on the face of the Earth", if we're speaking solely in nicknames. AJ stay glued to his chair; he wasn't under the influence of anything and his former business partners had made their ill intentions far too obvious. The threat of not carrying out his mission made Warner appear more calm. But in his voice, the distraction was made apparent.
"This is a tragedy, ladies and gentlemen. And Lord knows what this means if either of them are on probation. Who are they to stop interference in a no disqualification match?! I don't care if it's for the title, this is a prime example of Shanahan's shenanigans, folks.
Hey, who do you think you officers are?! You might have a badge but lose the fanny pack and I'll kick all of your asses. This is awful."
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 5:11 pm
"Ah s**t.." Freak, his moments liquidy and loose, looks on at the swarm of police officers descending upon himself and Summers. He wrinkles his nose, a burp slipping from his throat. As he see's the two men in particular ahead of the pack he turns around, raising his hands in surrender. Regardless, he is tackled to the floor. With a face full of snow he lets out a muffled yell, "Agh! I know my rights!" As the cuffs are placed onto him he tilts his head up from the snow, cheeks red, hair matted, "Aw come one we's just havin' some fun!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 5:30 pm
Summers was confused what was happening until he took a tackle from multiple local law enforcement. "Awww damn. Strikes again." Brantley seemed all too comfortable in the situation before a crack in his character shown bright. "MY RECORD TARNISHED! THIS IS DAMN CANADA FOR YOU!"
"ALL I SEE IS A BUNCH OF PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE PRICKS THAT RUB NOSES WITH EACH OTHER!" The cuffs were roughly placed onto the wrists of Summers as he continued ranting about Canada, being drug around by dumb mounties.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 5:33 pm
"DONT TALK s**t ANOUT CANADA! GET HIM OUTTA HERE!"
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