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 Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 1:51 pm
The veteran was morphing into his old vicious self, trying to match his blood lust with Blackjack's. He looked to turn Blackjack over with his face against the steel grated structure and put his foot on his back while pulling the chain to choke him. Everytime he could get Blackjack to a choking point, he'd look to move his foot and stomp on the back of his head to shove his face into the homicidal cage. He anted to choke, abuse, and destroy the champion's will to compete and confidence of emerging victorious.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 4:13 pm
 It was all Blackjack could do to grab his collar and keep AJ from crushing his larynx with the thick leather strap, even so Blackjack was still choking on the pressure AJ was applying, struggling to suck in even the most shallow of gasps. This left his head open to the viscous kicks, each one grinding Blackjack's face into the chain link wall. The rough links of the wall tore Blackjack's wounds open even more, and blood quickly flowed freely into the sand under the steel.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 5:31 pm
The cheers still coinciding with AJ's continued attack, the rain of support had only given him more motivation to beat some more sense into the champion. Blackjack had to learn the lesson of ever wearing a belt and allowing a crafty AJ Warner get a hold of him. The Shooter stopped the rain of stomps and looked to lift him up by the arm. If so, he'd got to hug Blackjack from the side, rain some headbutts into the side of his temple, and then go for his finisher on the cage wall, the Comatose Suplex!
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 5:59 pm
Reliefb eventually came when AJ apparently grew bored with stomping Blackjack's brains in. The relief was useless though, as AJ stayed pulling Blackjack up by an arm. Blackjack stood on wobbly footing, his head to groggy from oxygen deprivation and a series of stomps. Just when he was aware enough to attempt to pull away from AJ, a headbutt smashed into his temple sending a blinding flash of light into his vision. Immediately Blackjack's entire world flipped upside down, literally, as he was flipped over to land head and neck first on the cage wall and hard packed sand. The white spots faded, everything faded, Blackjack was out.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 7:23 pm
Seeing Blackjack's body decimated from the best suplex in the world, AJ dropped to his knees and went to pin the champion. The crowd was in a wild frenzy, knowing there was no way Blackjack would be able to kick out. But as Warner laid himself on top of the maniac beneath him, it took him a couple seconds to realize the ref wasn't counting. The referee gave Warner's shoulders a nudge to let him know that despite how hardcore the match was, he still needed to pin Blackjack in the middle of the ring. The fans illustrated the Shooter's broken hopes with a sigh that had the tone of betrayal from the referee's call. They would then boo mercilessly at the man in the striped shirt, but Warner wasn't going to take his anger out on the ref. He grabbed a length of chain between the two man and went to whip Blackjack across the chest with it, a vicious scowl spread across his face. Had AJ become the murderer in this fight to the death?
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 8:32 pm
When trying to rouse an unconscious man, it's usually helpful to dump a bucket of cold water on him. Well it turns out, whipping a man across the chest with a length of bloody chain worked as well as any bucket of water. The clatter of metal links slapping wet skin was broken by the howl of pain that Blackjack released as pain alone brought him back from the dark bliss he'd slipped into. Instincts took over and the blinded champion rolled over, trying to claw himself away from AJ's lash.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 8:44 pm
The physical torture wasn't enough. Warner's character had consistently showed how he was never satisfied. After every whip connected, he would lean down towards Blackjack and yell the same two words in his face. Blackjack didn't respect him? Nobody respected him? He was going to show his respect or have his complete upper-body and it's bone structure shattered into bite-sized pieces.The two words demanded Blackjack's attention in the verbal pissing contest between the challenger and his championship-holding opponent. "SAY UNCLE."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 1:36 am
Aj unloaded on Blackjack with the chain as if each blow were retribution for the similar beating Blackjack had dished out himself. He punctuated the beating with a school yard offer to cry "uncle" and end the assault. Blackjack had no intention of giving AJ the satisfaction, but as the chain whipped into him bruising and tearing his flesh, even his arms quickly grew welts as he attempted to shield his chest. Finally Blackjack screamed in pain, the beating getting to be too much even for him. "ok! Ok, ok, stop."
If AJ relented to hear Blackjack say uncle, the dashing dealer would quickly leave the would be usurper disappointed. Because as AJ leaned in to listen, Blackjack would say in a hoarse croaking voice, "I ******** your mother!" And to follow such a childish school yard insult up, Blackjack would hawk a think wad of blood at AJ's face.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 1:45 am
After Blackjack's pleading had occurred, of course Warner wanted to hear the champion show some humility. But to his surprise -- and only his -- that was only met with a nasty insult with an even more disgusting act of disrespect, after blood from Blackjack's mouth was thrown onto AJ's cheek, in some open wounds too. Hopefully Blackjack didn't have a reputation in San Francisco, otherwise some HIV testing would be in serious order. Warner wiped the concoction of plasma off his face and whipped his hand to have it fall on the sand. A Hell-bent AJ looked down at Blackjack and yelled to him with a subtle warning for the mistakes he made recently. "MY MOTHER IS A SAINT!" He'd then look to whip Blackjack in the d**k for revenge for his mother and the now-ruined pair of testicles she gave birth to!
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 1:54 am
Blackjack had never before experienced pain, everything before this moment was just rough pleasure. Because when the chain impacted with his manhood, true pain erupted throughout his body. Blackjack roared a feral animalistic cry of pain that resonated through the beach. He wasn't consciously aware of doing it, but Blackjack realized after a moment that he'd rolled over into the fetal position, cradling the battered flesh that hung between his legs, crying. Being laid so low with such a blow was humiliating.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 2:23 am
"I'M YOUR UNCLE AND YOUR DADDY, YOU INBRED F.UCK." The crowd responded loudly in a positive light for how much passion Warner was conveying, despite the amount of bloodshed they had to witness before they saw a glimpse of him when he first became relevant. That fire was still there. AJ went to crawl up the cage and go under the bottom rope, before panting the bottom of his feet on the ropes and trying to choke Blackjack by pulling the chain up the fallen cage wall, his torso hopefully being cut up or at least bothered by the fence's design in malice.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 2:40 am
With his balls still throbbing, and not in the fun way, Blackjack was to preoccupied to retort to AJ's insult. He was pretty much a sack of potatoes for AJ to drag via the chain. Blackjack quickly found himself gaging and choking as AJ drug him over the fence wall. Furrows and scraps dug into Blackjack's back from the warped and broken steel until finally Blackjack was pulled back into the ring, left to lay as a bloody lump of meat on the mat.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 6:03 pm
There were still a couple of tacks near the corner of the ring where Blackjack blinded AJ earlier. What a fool for not picking up after himself. The Shooter went to roll Blackjack on his stomach once he was in the ring and go for a deadlift german suplex onto the half-dozen tacks that were left in the ring. If he could make it uncomfortable for Blackjack to lay down, he'd force him to by later making him unwillingly stand.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 10:27 pm
Blackjack's already shredded back as slammed viciously into the last remaining cluster of tacks still dense enough to be targeted. The impact itself was painful, landing on his neck and shoulders. But the sensation of having tacks embedded in his back was excruciating. Blackjack rolled to his side, arms frantically trying to scrape tacks off of his back, groans of pain that almost didn't sound human emanating from his mouth.
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