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 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:24 pm
THUD That was it. Freak was out. Good night. The lights had gone out. He lays face down on the stairs for a little while before sliding down, slipping down each stair before finding himself sprawled out on the ground. He didn't feel a thing. He wouldn't feel a thing. He was unconscious. Probably dreaming of his town house in Florida. That's where he wanted to be. In his townhouse in Florida with a bottle of whiskey. Taking the DDT on the stairs felt like two bottles of whiskey the morning after. He would wake up from it wanting to die, and no amount of aspirin would clear the ensuing headache.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:31 pm
Salem was caught up in the current, not thinking about what he was putting his body through when he dropped back against the stairs for the DDT. Sure, it hammered Freak's face in like a hammer does a nail. But his spine and shoulderblades hit the steel steps, too, causing "The Copperhead" to cringe once he'd executed his trademark maneuver. Stumbling forward on one knee, he held his lower back and winced, looking over at the fallen Freak to survey the damage he'd done.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:40 pm
"...Mmmmmm" A small bit of spittle forms on the floor infront of Freak. His leg twitches a little bit. His eyes were shut, he would have looked rather peaceful if it were not for the streak of blood down his face and chest. The fans chanting and roars of approval fall on deaf ears. Well, they probably would have fallen on deaf ears in the first place. Freak was always selective in that regard. Perhaps if he'd listened better he wouldn't have been locked in a cage with his arch-nemesis, leaking out of his head. Or maybe not. Who knows.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:45 pm
Salem was staggered a bit, but he was far from throwing in the towel - reaching over from his kneeling position to grab the apron and help himself over to the ring once more. Lifting the skirt up, he'd reach down and withdraw a steel chair from under the mat, turning his sights back to Freakshow with a sinister grin. Fans popped loudly as they saw Salem brandish the steel, stepping away from the apron as he watched his enemy writhe on the arena floor.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:50 pm
Freakshow stayed down for quite some time. When he came to he was damaged goods. His eyes dilated and bouncing around in his head he rolls over onto his stomach. He must have gotten it pretty good because the first thing he tried to do was crawl under the ring, again. Didn't make very much sense, seeing as he'd tried the exact same thing just moments ago. Made even less sense with Salem standing right there. Can't fault the guy for trying.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 9:22 pm
Salem watched as Freakshow's first reaction was to start crawling away, looking to escape under the ring like a worm, a rat crawling around on its stomach. But "The Copperhead" didn't bother to go after him, instead watching as he stuck his head beneath the skirt while Croft unfolded the steel chair and wrapped it around one of Freak's ankles. promptly planning to halt the goon's progress by stomping it closed on his leg!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:45 pm
"ACK-"
Freakshow finds himself pillmanized whilst halfway under the ring. In his immense pain he jerks his head upwards, smacking it hard up against one of the steel bars reinforcing the ring. Again he blacks out with his hand tightened around the edge of a table. Fortunately he wouldn't be able to feel a thing for the time being in his ankle. At least until he tries, and fails, at walking on it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 4:55 pm
Salem heard Freak's head ping off the ring's frame, a satisfied smile forming on the young man's lips as a result. The heat was only amplified by the cage surrounding them, its steel links acting like a rotisserie oven, but "The Copperhead" felt at home with a little sweat on his brow...a little burn in his muscles...surrounded by thousands of screaming fans, eating up the action unfolding before them. Sometimes, Salem couldn't help but be a showman.
Perhaps that air of bravado was what made Salem reconsider a second stomp to the chair, a blow that would've perhaps been enough to snap the elder man's ankle. But instead, as Salem dragged the limp-dicked loser out from under the ring, his venomous eyes darted towards the corner of the ring, nearby - the apron, and sitting upon it the object of his desire. A worn-out burlap sack,
swollen and squirming as if aware of its master's attention. The audience sure was, whooping loudly as Salem stepped onto the chair on his way towards his bristly satchel.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 5:08 pm
Freak is aroused from his slumber the the feeling of a steel chair clamping down over his ankle. This time he doesn't knock himself out. He just yells real loud. "AAAAAAAH!" Before curling himself up into a ball to clutch at his bad limb. It was dark wherever he was, he wasn't capable of putting two and two together to figure it he was underneath the ring just yet. Rather than pontificate on it he opted to start squirming helplessly towards the only source of light he could see, a crack shining in just under the apron.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 5:21 pm
Salem's smile turned more sinister as he neared the bag, grinning devilishly by the time he reached the corner. Leering at the satchel, the black-haired brawler seemed captivated by the way it writhed across the canvas. Reaching for the drawstring, the audience started to clap in unison, their rhythm getting more rapid. Loosening the neck of the sack, Salem jerked the bag by the back-end and tugged it off the apron's edge - letting the menacing contents spill out onto the arena floor...
Scaly. Slick to the eyes. Thick, but fluid in shape. And that hood, flared out for all to see. Rising up to more than waist-level, Salem's pet king cobra made its presence known, hissing impulsively at the sudden change in atmosphere. Approaching the beast from behind, Salem patted the back of his loyal servant's head, grabbing it firmly by the throat before cradling the second-third of its body across his other arm. letting a few feet drag behind as he brought monster towards the cowering Freakshow.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 5:29 pm
Freakshow drags himself slowly towards the light. Surely there is some kind of metaphor to be made here. I am not going to make it. In any event, slowly Freakshow drags himself towards the light. With a great deal of hesitancy he peaks his head out from under the apron. Maybe he hadn't woken up yet because there it was. Salem Croft standing over him with a big a** ******** snake. Not yet understanding the significance of the surreal image that had presented itself to him, the only thought he could muster was. "...Huh?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 5:35 pm
Freak had crawled out from under the ring on his own, but his attempt at salvation had instead been one step closer to his own demise...the vile veteran, now face-to-face with the biblical embodiment of evil. The crowd howled at the stare down as Croft lowered his serpent and let it go, Salem's snake swaying to and fro as it bobbed and weaved before his prey."The Copperhead" made not a sound, however...silent as his companion, save for the beast's occasional intimidating hiss. It was tasting the confusion in the air around Freakshow...and perhaps a little alcohol.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 5:39 pm
Freakshow stared at the serpent. He seemed mesmerized by it. The veteran tilts his head, something about this was familiar to him. "I don't understand.." He murmurs to himself, the snake likely detecting the fresh blood on the new yorker. Freak blinks a couple of times before his pupils dilate and his eyes widen in terror. It was all too real.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 5:50 pm
Immersed in the moment, the fans' cheers sounded more like crashing waves to Salem...a turning of the tide, if you will, an inevitable swing of the pendulum back towards his favor, much like the sway of Salem's cobra as Freak squatted and squinted, entranced by it. Stepping forward, Salem tapped the cobra gently on the back of its head, urging the monster to slither forward and close the distance between itself and Freak. Less than a foot away, the creature stood four feet from the ground as it glared down at the b*****d who'd terrorized the man it served for months. Ending his inaugural world title reign, driving him to the brink of madness with his cowardice and cohorts. But the world had come full-circle. The darkness had given way to dawn, and light was shining bright on Salem, today. Smirking from behind his beast, Salem savored the fear in Freak's eyes, enjoying the corner he'd put the b*****d in.
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