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 Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:07 pm
Xavier landed on his feet via the help of the ropes, where he leaned on it while Damon stumbled forward, he breathed in before moving in behind Damon. He wrapped one arm around his waist, and the other around his arm, taking a step forward (to ensure safety) before bending his knees and looking to explode with a Half Nelson Suplex, looking to complete his "X Express" combination.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:12 pm
Taking that hit to the head truly did a number to Damon's thought process right now. The initial impact had struck by his ear thus, Damon was hearing ringing. A lot of ringing. Shaking his head in an an attempt to rid himself of the annoyance, Damon was not paying attention to a pursuing Xavier who caught Damon off-guard and lifted him up, only to send him crashing onto the canvas on the top portion of his back, his shoulders and the back of his head. Needless to say, Damon was in desperation to rid himself of any further in-ring torture and attempted to shake off any chance of a pin attempt Xavier would attempt to give him. If successful, he would purposely roll himself out of the ring and willingly took the fall onto the ringside floor so he could recover. He was in pain. A lot of pain, and Damon needed to truly put something together when he recovered.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:19 pm
Xavier had rolled to pin Damon, but when he rolled out of the ring, the crowd's energy, along with Xavier's adrenaline rush, were both taken out. Xavier dropped down, as he stared at the mat, the energy was sapped out of him from the match. Soon his eyes got big as he thought of another huge idea, so he started to roll out of the ring, to another side of Damon from the ring.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:27 pm
Seeing as Damon was on the ground for awhile, a ref had came over to do his job and kneel down next to Damon to see if he wanted to quit. Shaking his head and offering a direct "No", Damon couldn't let himself end the match in his own broken heap. Struggling to put himself in a push-up position, Damon simply leaned up and brought his knees forward. Resting his firearms on his thighs and doubling over still as began to roll his head and neck more. A migraine was in the midst and his body was stiff and sore from the extension of how long the match had gone on for already. It had to end soon, and if Xavier didn't best Damon, Damon would do his damnest to best Xavier.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:32 pm
X got to the outside, and immediately dropped to his knees and his left arm just limp to the side after the work on his ribs and back he couldn't afford much movement, he could just use his right arm lift the apron up to look under the ring, after spending about 20 seconds he pulled out a table!
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:35 pm
Converting to a seated position, Damon managed to crawl himself over to the steel steps and rest his legs out in front of him. Vest covered torso rested against the side of the steps and head draped down in front of him. His chest was rising and falling as he slowly began to regain a sense of regulation with his breathing. His hands had came up to run fingers through his short hair and rub the side of his face were he was kicked. It still stung like crazy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:39 pm
Xavier went to all fours on the table on the floor, taking more time to get a breather. He took his time to get to a standing position, and pulled the table up, and dragged it towards the corner of the barricade, holding his ribs in the process. Once he got near the end, he leaned the table parallel to one of the isle sides of the ring side on the barricade. He leaned on the barricade for a couple of seconds, though the biggest mistake he's making, is the fact that he has yet to pay attention to Damon once he saw him roll out of the ring, mostly thinking that he's still out.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:44 pm
His breathing was at a pace that Damon could live with, but his body was nowhere near as relaxed as it was before. From all the bumps and falls this match entailed? It's no doubt that both men would need some sort of training staff massage treatments or quick recovery methods after this match. As Damon opened his eyes and looked around the ringside, he noticed Xavier beginning to perch a table up against the barricade at an angle that could easily break both the table and the barricade. In his mind, he knew this was the only chance he had to give it his all and truly put something together. If this failed, he'd be done for. No doubt about it. Forcing himself to get up with a clench of his teeth and a grunt, Damon leaned down in to a three-point position and awaited Xavier to finish his table assemble stalkingly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:51 pm
Xavier was still leaned on the barricade. The fans yelling towards him, being a total warning to what's behind him, but with the beating his head took who knows if he's got a concussion or worse. In his blurry messed up mind, he thinks the crowd is cheering for him. As well as thinking about his messed up back and ribs. He knew he needed one more massive move to end this. When X was comfortable, he pushed off the barricade letting him stand straight up, letting out a faint yell to the crowd, lifting his fists up and dropping them down, signalling a huge move. All of this taunting while backing up to the beginning of the table, when being at the table level he pointed to the table, before turning around towards Damon.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:56 pm
This was it. It was gut-check time. The crowd was giving Xavier more then an an average amount of warnings. Some even reaching to try to turn him around. The audience had an idea of what was going to happen next. But the result, would be completely debatable. Would there be a shock and awe of Xavier side-stepping Damon as Damon crashed through both the table and barricade in a broken heap? Or would Damon take Xavier to hell with him and suffer the consequences thereafter. This was the moment of truth. As soon as Xavier turned around, about seventy-five percent of the way, Damon held his breath and put his full heart, body and mind into charging forward in an attempt to send Xavier and himself through the table and barricade to truly put a staple on the match.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 11:08 pm
Xavier turned 100%, and saw Damon coming towards him with the big charge, but by the time he saw him he was already too close, and Xavier had no energy or time to move after all of the crowd playing. He was driven, at first big *crack* at the sound of the table breaking into multiple pieces. But it didn't end there, as Xavier's body was still being pushed, his body pushed into the barricade, and Xavier's ribs cracking before the barricade was completely broken though! As the fans were chanting "Holy s**t!" The only thing left was Xavier's mangled body along with the broken heap of table and barricade.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 11:18 pm
Time almost stood still as Damon's boots struck the ringside floor and charged straight towards Xavier like a missile. The audience chatter both picked up and yelled out cautions for Xavier as Damon impacted the man. Damon's shoulder slammed into the midsection of Xavier and Damon's own arms wrapped around the mans body to carry him through the full ride. Damon's body leapt up at a nearly perfect horizontal form as both man crashed through the table at first, but then the impact of the barricade soon causing the most pain. The table had snapped and broke apart into fragments, but the barricade simply came apart in to big blocks and fell back as both men were tossed through and onto the concrete behind the barricade. Damon ended up hitting the top of his head with the barricade as he came down which caused him to be very slow moving and immediate start seeing stars. His body had rolled a few away from Xavier upon landing, but Damon was in no position to move. Damon at this point, was face first on concrete with his arms sprawled out above his head and legs partially parted. Not out cold, but visibly looking motionless.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 11:31 pm
Xavier's body was laying on the side, his arms and legs completely limp, and his body convulsing. He could barely breath with some of his ribs broken, at times he was coughing blood. His vision was blacked out from his head injuries. His body on the cold hard floor, the ref came over to him to see if he could continue, and by the look on the ref's face it didn't look too good for X.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 11:36 pm
Damon's body wasn't moving, but his eyes were fluttering. He was passing through unconsciousness, and consciousness within seconds of each other. Screw the rest of his body being in pain, his neck had just met it's match and that migraine from before was now in full swing. Damon didn't even attempt to push himself or roll over on his back. If anything, the only motions that were visible from the audience were the twitch and slowly curling of his fingers and the flinching of his eyes. A referee had came over to check on Xavier, but then turned his attention on Damon. Seeing as both men were not responding, the referee had started to debate his options seeing as a count out couldn't be called.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 11:48 pm
The replays were showed, the crowd went crazy, and the announcers had their fair share of going ballistic. Now the cameras were flipping back and forth between both men, the announcers voices were low and the crowd was almost completely silent. Xavier's body had long pauses in between his convulsions. His back was numb but his ribs still hurt like a son of a b***h. With his head completely screwed up, he tried to take a huge breath, and lifted his head about an inch off the ground. But that was all he could muster, and dropped his head, causing more damage, and stopped moving, the only thing left he can do was breathe short breaths, if he tried anything else it would be incredibly stupid and hazardous to his health.
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