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 Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 10:17 pm
Shanahan came strutting over after the police had successfully cuffed the two Marauders. There wasn't a cocky smirk on his face, but a cold sneer had taken form instead. "No interference! Not tonight, ********! Get 'em out of of here please, officers!" Matt roared as he walked by, his eyes dancing between the two men until they finally shifted to stare at Warner. It was a cold stare, but no words followed. Instead, he walked towards the back as the officers aimed to haul off the two offenders., ignoring the action between Jarel and Salem for now.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 11:20 pm
The stare that Shanahan had given him had made AJ stop his illusion of apathy. Giving a blank stare back, it had always seemed by Warner's envy and Shanahan's moral code that these two were bound to be estranged enemies. The camera caught this for a brief moment so the match would continue without long interruption. Once the camera and Shanahan turned away, the mysterious antagonist had smiled arrogantly with only three words repeating in his head: "What a fool."
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 6:19 am
(Do you plan on writing the ending of this today? I pitched an idea to Mr. Croft after all these recent shenanigans but I'm not sure if he's ran them by you or not)
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 5:44 pm
Salem wrenched The Dragon’s hair, dragging the big man back up to eye-level with the world champion before snarling in the man’s face, his brow furrowing with the growl that rumbled from his lips. For a moment, the audience was transfixed on the contrast between the two men’s faces – Jarel, staring blankly out into space with the lucidity of a dead man on his face. Salem’s glare, burning a hole through Damone’s eyes straight into his opponent’s soul. But their focus was broken by the sudden shove backward that “The Copperhead” gave Jarel, allowing room for a final swipe of the steel chair aimed at the warrior’s skull!
CRACK!
The strike connected, causing Jarel to wobble tediously on his already unsteady footing before falling face-first against the metal grating of the ramp, the crowd popping wildly at the brutality of it all. Slinging the chair aside, Salem held his knees and huffed a second, catching his breath as the steam rose off his body and out his mouth – a byproduct of the sweat and intensity that he was pouring out into this main event bout. The champion had tunnel vision, barely registering that a flock of armed officers were dragging the inebriated Freakshow and Summers up the very ramp he stood, but once he realized “The Copperhead” straightened up his spine, spreading his arms to widen his chest for an arena-rattling roar.
”I AM B-B-W!” the champion roared, momentarily emulating the kind of beast Jarel wished to be. But as the crowd chanted and “The Dragon” stumbled back up to his feet, Salem was quick with a stutter-step forward, thrusting a leg up to shove a spurred boot into the soft spot of Jarel’s chin – cutting into the legend’s flesh with a spiked Superkick! Jarel’s body tensed up, going stiff as a plank while his lids fluttered spastically with rapid eye movement. Blood started trickling down the Godfather of Hardcore’s neck, prompting a collective gasp from the audience at large before The Dragon toppled backward onto the unforgiving ramp.
”HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t!”
The crowd chanted in unison, Salem stumbling forward to grasp Jarel’s arm and start dragging him up the ramp. Running on only adrenaline and ambition, “The Copperhead” hobbled as best as he could towards the top of the stage, trying to reach the access tunnel next to it where the hearse was currently located. With every pull, the fans grew more anxious, many of the BBW faithful hoping to see Salem pull off the upset against such overwhelming size and experience. But Jarel was dead weight, and Croft was turning red by the time he finally pulled Mr. Damone over to the haunting hatchback, having to take a second to sit on the bumper before he could open the hearse. Jarel at his feet, Salem watched for a second while he consciously tried to subdue his frantic pulse, which was on-par with the level of excitement running through the stands at present. With a smirk, Salem stood back up and opened the hatch, revealing the padded quilt interior to the crowd’s approval.
”PUT HIM IN! PUT HIM IN!” the people repeated, Salem reaching down to grasp Jarel by the neck in a front headlock so as to stand him up. By now, “The Dragon” had started to recover some strength, moving his arms in efforts to break the hold, but Salem immediately clenched the hold into a Guillotine Choke, transitioning the grapple into Croft’s deadliest submission, the “Hangman’s Noose”! Gritting his teeth, Salem shook his head and barked at Jarel, telling him to give it up before the challenger finally went limp from a combination of asphyxiation and a drop in circulation to the brain. But though the crowd continued to cheer for Salem to toss “The Dragon” in, “The Copperhead” shook his chin and dropped back, converting the hold into a DDT right into the bumper of the hearse!
Releasing his grip, Salem leaned against the rear quarter panel of the hearse as he looked down at Jarel and his freshly busted nose, those along the barricade doing their best to record and take photos of the scene unfolding before them. Returning to their more expletive-laced chant, Salem summoned what reserves he still had to reach down and grasp Jarel’s arm, jerking him up and whipping him into the hearse with a final heave of strength. Slamming the door behind “The Dragon”, Croft slid along the side of the vehicle in pursuit of the driver’s door, popping it open and sitting himself inside. Still idling from being left on earlier, it took little effort for the champion to shift out of ‘Park’ and into ‘Drive’, cruising out of the arena and into the private parking area, beyond.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Your winner…and STILL BAD BLOOD WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…SALEM! “THE COPPERHEAD”! CROFT!”
With the call of the announcer and the ring of the bell, the crowd went into an upheaval as a camera crew ran out the vehicle entrance in pursuit, looking to get a word with the champion following his first successful title defense. The shake and wobble of the cameraman’s stride registered on the titantron as the audience watched Salem pull the hearse off to a remote area of the lot, opening the door and slithering out of the vehicle, barely catching himself on his feet.
”Copperhead! Uh, Mr. Croft!” the intern asked from off camera, her voice trembling a little from either the cold or the presence of the battle-worn world champion. Salem stood up before the crew could reach him, however, snatching the mic out of the woman’s hands before she could follow up her address with any inquiry.
”Let me tell you somethin’…” Salem started, staring into the lens with the same ferocity he’d looked at Jarel with only moments earlier. Though he lacked the wind to carry on with his typical bravado, “The Copperhead” did his best to make what few words he could pant as poignant as possible. ”I just made history…I just beat Jarel Damone in a Last Ride match, something no one’s ever done…but more than that, I broke him…I bloodied…him. I proved to him, and to ALL you legends out there…that if you come at ”The Copperhead”…if you try to take me down…I’ll do more than sting you. I’ll poison you, just like I poisoned him!” he said, practically spitting into the mic as he jutted his free hand towards the trunk. ”I’m prepared to face anyone, anything, to prove my place here…but let this be a lesson…” he added ominously, briefly fiddling with his spare hand to start unfurling the cloth wrapping that braced his forearm.
Once it’d been unraveled completely, Salem glanced back into the camera, lifting his eyes to gaze out at the unseen audience with an almost hollow stare. Stepping forward, the camera crew backed up as Salem advanced, stopping at the rear driver’s tire to open the fuel door. Stuffing his cloth down into the tank’s chamber, Croft reached into his pocket and pulled out a quaint Bic lighter – striking a flame to the wrapping that dangled from the tank. As the cloth caught fire, the camera crew became visibly startled, backing up several more feet from the champion who was steadily marching back towards the access tunnel.
”Once I sink my fangs into you…you don’t survive.” Salem said, the BBW personnel backpedaling quicker than the limping champion. Only a few seconds later, a vicious burst of light and sound would erupt from behind Salem, the shockwave of heat and air knocking the world champion down to a knee as the hearse erupted into flames, the camera panning to the interviewer and her astonished expression, baffled at what to say of the matter. Getting back up from the blast, Salem stumbled forward, parting past the cameraman and intern as they watched dumbfounded, filming the champ on his way through the tunnel and back into the arena.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 5:59 pm
Astonishment. Frustration. Amusement. And so far, failure. These were the odd mix of emotions that had made his long list of doctors debate whether he was bipolar or not. Each of these emotions, however, we're greatly emphasized not only in part to Salem's victory, but the way he carried himself after such a battle. There was no room for time and error though. As soon as Salem began his journey up the ramp, the timekeeper followed to give the champion what was his. AJ was handicapped but in a rush of sorts. He pulled out his cell phone and made a call on his speed dial close enough for his voice to get picked up on the phone.
"Hey, it's me. Yeah... mhmm... yeah, the plans we had for tonight? They're on. Yeah it just finished, Salem won."
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 4:53 pm
The flickering flames of the burning hearse still lingered in his eyes as Salem passed through the tunnel and back into the arena, greeted by the appreciative crowd who were on their feet for the showing Salem put into his first-ever world title defense. Cheering, clapping, reaching out for him as he walked down the ramp, the 'BBW Faithful' were sharing the love with their favorite son, who looked like he'd been hit by a car, himself. Limping, haggardly breathing in the chilled evening air that was still littered with snowflakes, Salem shivered and cupped at his abdomen to both apply pressure and warmth to his wounds while he staggered towards the approaching official. Meeting the referee at the bottom of the ramp, "The Copperhead" had his hand raised up for the crowd as he was handed the world title, its weight bearing down on his tender shoulder even more with the prestige that'd been put into it, tonight. Still, Salem nodded and waved at the audience, turning back towards the stage to begin the long, well-deserved walk back to the locker room.
As Salem walked up the ramp, the champ let his exposed hand reach out and connect with those that reached for him along the ramp, though he was too tired to stop and greet each fan who congratulated him with high-fives or pats of the arm. All Croft could think about was hitting the shower, hammering a beer, and having a few hours of sleep before his next road trip. He almost wasn't sure if his legs would carry him to the entrance curtain, but once his shaky stride had reached it, Salem couldn't help but turn around and glance back down at the arena. Unlike the thousand-yard stare he had in his eyes before, this time the champ was looking at something. Or rather, someone. It was AJ - still sitting at the commentary booth looking like the host of "Tales From The Crypt". A wrinkle formed in the sophomore's brow as he shared a look with the unannounced announcer from across the stadium. Breaking his gaze, Salem looked out at the crowd and raised the title high, provoking a final burst of applause before he turned and vanished behind the black curtain of the stage.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 5:00 pm
not far behind, as the camera caught standing in the Gorilla position, was none other than the returning Ryan Killman! The crowd gave a major pop at seeing the one man jackass movie on the titantron.  he held a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, extending the other. "..congrats champ."
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 5:10 pm
Salem damn-near walked right into Ryan, who was standing just on the other side of the curtain as the champ was coming through it. Still, "The Copperhead" kept from stumbling into Killman by pausing mid-step, startled at the sudden appearance of the beloved stuntman. With an offered handshake and a half-fifth of liquor, Salem thought he'd found himself his drinking buddy for the evening. Chuckling a little, Salem wiped off the dense layer of sweat that clung to him like the cold had outside, his remaining wrist wrap doing nothing to absorb any of the moisture from his forehead. Instead, Croft wiped his bare hand off on his pants and offered it up, smiling back at the returning warrior.
"Heh. Thanks, man. Fought hard for this..." he said, glancing over at the BBW World Title looking pretty on his shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 5:11 pm
Killman gave a lady-swooning picture-worthy poster boy smile as he poured some of the Jack into a glass and handed it to the champ.
"bottoms up champ...you earned it."
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 5:29 pm
Taking the glass he'd been poured by his fellow athlete, Salem glanced around suspiciously for a moment, looking over his shoulder and behind Killman's.
"...Just makin' sure Matt ain't about to go Elliot Ness on us. Haha."
Convinced that he wasn't at risk of being immediately tazed and/or arrested, Salem clinked the glass against Killman's bottle, bringing the whiskey to his lips to savor the stout, earthen taste in celebration of his victory.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 5:47 pm
Killman held up his bottle and swigged from it. When the bottle lowered...there was a change. Killman's wide eyes were narrowed, and the poster boy smile was gone. He looked completely serious. He held onto Salem's hand tight, then suddenly...
he yanked the champ towards him and aimed a sickening sword hand thrust right for the champ's throat.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 6:08 pm
Salem's head was tilted back, his eyes unaware of the malice that was bleeding through Killman's face. He could only gasp with a mouthful of liquor as he was dragged forward by Ryan's sudden clamp of a handshake. He'd barely had the stamina to get back to the stage curtain, let alone fend off a blitzkrieg attack from a fresh, fierce fighter like "The Unhinged One". Thus, Croft was caught with his guard down, leaving open an opportunity for the thrusting strike to connect with 'The Copperhead's throat.
"Kuh...gaaah!" Salem gasped, choking on eighty-proof alcohol as he coughed up a spray of liquor in Killman's direction, the surge of pain in his throat sending the young man falling forward to his knees, unable to hold himself up after being pulled forward into the blow. His title falling out in front of him, Salem grasped at his throat and reached out for his belt, straining to see it through the haze of saline and mist of whiskey that was stinging his eyes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 6:13 pm
Killman stared at Salem for a moment, taking one more sip from his bottle of Jack Daniels as the crowd gasped in utter shock. What was going on here!?
"y'know...funny thing about that whiskey..."
Killman said, flipping the bottle and smashing it over Salem's head.
"...it can go straight to your head."
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