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 Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 1:03 am
 There was a perverse pleasure that Blackjack felt in watching AJ sizzle on the electrified cage wall. Once AJ fell to the apron, Blackjack was almost disappointed. Careful to avoid grazing the wall, Blackjack would use the chain to again drag AJ up to a standing position. He would leave AJ draped on the ropes with his back to the cage. Backing away until the chain was taut between them, Blackjack would charge forward, sprinting at his battered opponent. At the last second possible, Blackjack would jump into a dropkick at AJ's chest trying to drive him into the electrified cage wall!
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 1:15 am
Between a rock and a hard place -- the rock being the soles of Blackjack's boots, and hard place being the electric wall behind him -- AJ was limp over the top rope, wondering what he had gotten himself into. That thought, however, would be interrupted by being shoved into the electric fence and having his back sizzle like a thin steak. He had twitched enough until his body was thankfully removed from the steel structure. But the chain he had was hung over the top rope, and he had no choice but to stand on the apron, between the set of ring ropes and instrument of death. He hung his arms over the top rope, drool letting the blood from his mouth fall much thinner, and therefore, faster than usual.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 1:22 am
Blackjack was having fun now. In this cage, he had free reign to do whatever he wanted. After climbing back to his feet he backed away again, and for the second time charged at AJ. Leaping into another dropkick, Blackjack looked to drive his full 260lb into AJ's chest, protected from electrocution only by the soles of his bloody $300 shoes!
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 1:39 am
As Blackjack charged towards him, the chain between them had become closer and closer. In a last second effort with one eye open (the other eye drowned in blood from his bite mark), AJ grabbed apart of the chain that would close the gap between the two men as he was sent into the electric cage. It wasn't apart of his plan for this to happen, but by coincidence, the cage wall behind him fall over. Was he still electrocuted? For a brief moment in time. But once the wall had fallen over towards Andrew Styles, the added agony of the car batteries would no longer apply to the cage. He had still tumbled over, the wall serving as the meat in the sandwich between AJ's scorched torso and Andrew Styles' head. Where would Blackjack fit into all of this mess?
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 1:59 am
The cage wall exploded outwards, brackets snapping along the frame. The clamps on the jumper cables came loose, nullifying the electrical effects of the battery set up. AJ fell backwards with a significant portion of the chain caught up in his hand. The tug of his collar flung Blackjack forward, and yanked him over the roped to fall unceremoniously onto the fence covered floor. Andrew was the really unlucky one. Not expecting the wall to give way, he was in the wrong place when it did. Both chain link wall, and AJ crashed into the bruiser of a man sending him crumpling to the floor beneath.
The outside of the ring was carnage, both competitors, and even Blackjack's corner-man were down. The fans were beside themselves. How they hadn't grown horse from shouting was a mystery, but as the dust settled; their cheers did not. Soon enough, chants of "Holy s**t! Holy s**t!" And "This is awesome! This is awesome!" Filled the night air.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 2:12 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 2:24 am
The burst of fury fueled energy that had turned the match in Blackjack's favor seemed to leak out of him with the blood that was now soaking into the tightly packed sand beneath him. The tug on his collar has teaked his neck, and landing on his head hadn't helped; especially after the assault AJ had leveled against Blackjack's skull only minutes before. He could register the audience crying out in enthusiasm for the match; and somewhere buried deep within him a pride swelled up, the same pride he'd felt half a year before as he battled Jamie Bader.
Disgusted with himself he swallowed that pride down, he wouldn't allow himself to be swayed by the audiences pleasure. He was here for his own pleasure. Blackjack managed enough to straighten himself out on the ground, eventually rolling onto his chest so that he would attempt to rise. But the damage he'd suffered was to great to just continue shrugging off. The cheers of the audience continued, though some noticed that Blackjack seemed phased. They took that as an opportunity to chant for AJ calling out his name as if it would be enough to revive their hero.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 2:40 am
After a few blinks, AJ went to find his balance by shifting his weight to his right and rolling to his stomach, but that lead to him rolling down the sloped surface thanks to his lack of control now. Being this weakened by Blackjack so early had really taken it's toll on artist formerly known as the Bad Chyld. The screen had reduced the live camera's size and shown a replay of what just happened, the carnage that each of the three men had to endure. It was no argument AJ had undergone the worst of it all, but Styles just had five hundred pounds on top of a steel wall come crashing down on him and Blackjack was launched from the ring by his neck. Once AJ had tumbled down the fallen cage wall, he crawled a few steps, collecting sand in his hand in case time wasn't on his side. This moment, however, would be the most that the fans ever found themselves behind the usual bad guy.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 2:56 am
Blackjack's body was angry with him. He was still bleeding openly from his mouth, and the tear in his flesh on his forehead, however the blood flow had dramatically lessened thanks to the sand that had stuck to his bloody sweaty face. Luckily it hadn't gotten into his eyes and blinded him. His chance to rest was over, Blackjack could feel AJ stirring on the bent cage wall; and he knew he had to rise and respond in kind. Knowing, and being able to do are entirely different animals however. Blackjack was able to start dragging himself up thanks to the apron. But it took his full concentration and a considerable amount of effort to accomplish. The cries of the audience calling out for AJ were supplying him with a strong motivation though.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 10:40 am
AJ still crawled away from Blackjack, even over a concussed Andrew Styles. It was unfortunate that a few steps later, the chain would rise into the air, thanks to reaching the maximum distance between the two main eventers. Warner knew that Blackjack was the heavier man, and one of the few men on the roster who's upper-body strength surpassed his own. Warner finally was able to stand, but he was so groggy that he had forgotten which state he was in. That was normal, though; Canadians and their knowledge of states, eh?
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 5:14 pm
Blackjack managed to pull himself to his feet, though he stood unsteadily on the warped cage wall. He felt the chain go taut and understood that AJ was moving and trying to get away. There wasn't much Blackjack could do about it but turn around and try to locate his opponent. Once he managed to find AJ through the haze of blood and sweat in his eyes, Blackjack would grab floor the chain and try to pull AJ towards him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 8:39 pm
This wasn't your prototypical "test of strength" by wrestling's definition, but AJ wouldn't allow himself to get pulled and dragged up the fallen fence that would serve as a cheese grater to his skin. Warner drug the heels of his feet into the thick sandy surface beneath him and tried to pull Blackjack in a tug of war. It was almost as if the middle marker between them was Andrew Styles' limp body, and Warner would make the effort to win this contest thanks to the environment he stood on and the sheer amount of desire he had to stop the onslaught.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 8:58 pm
Without proper footing, the fact that Blackjack had superior strength to bleeding opponent meant very little. The cage wall rattled with each step as Blackjack dug in as much as he could. He tugged hard, bloody fingers slipping on the blood spattered chain, but it seemed he was slowly losing ground.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 11:20 pm
AJ had leaned back as much as he could, inching for more space to grab the chain between them and burying his heels into the ground. The sand in his hands from clenching on was slowly seeping through his fingers, however, so to throw Blackjack off his game, Warner went to release his full left hand and throw sand right into Blackjack's face to temporarily blind him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 7:24 am
Just when he thought he was getting his feet under him, the chain slackened. The sudden release of tension sent Blackjack stagger backwards, nearly tripping on his own poor footing. To make matters worse, AJ had met Blackjack's intense multicolored stare with a hand full of bloody sand. Course particle of silicate filled his vision, scratching his eyes and forcing his eyelids shut against his will. Blackjack was blind; the situation couldn't get worse than this? Could it?
Yes.
Now occupied with the searing pain that rendered him blind, Blackjack completely lost his footing and quickly tumbled backward crashing down onto the wrought steel cage wall. Blind, and helpless; Blackjack was in trouble, he knew it, and he could do nothing about it at the moment. The fans knew it too, and they cheered ever louder crying out for the "Su-plex Shooter, Su-plex Shooter!"
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