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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 3:57 pm
Hito finally felt something pop, and screamed as he yanked himself along with the fading Benoit in tow.
He flailed his cane up and back, desperate to knock Benoit unconscious.
(Benoit's gotta drop at this point, man.)
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:26 pm
Benito was finally knocked out cold, arms going limp as Hito was realeased. (( I know, I'm just justifying with saying adrelaine was pumping+anger))
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 3:20 pm
Hito rolled on the floor, clutching his separated shoulder and grimacing in searing pain.
He finally rose to one knee, and looked over the bleeding form of his adversary. He smiled, even through the injury; he had won.
"The winner of this bout...and, NEEEEWWWWW EEW Television Champion...Hitooooogooorooooshiiiiiii!"
The belt was presented to him, and he looked over it for a moment before setting it down on the apron. He was concerned with a more unique prize right now.
From the timekeeper's table, he retrieved his white towel, and purposefully smeared and swiped and snapped it across Benoit's cuts, soaking it with his blood. He gripped the TV Title belt and the towel in one hand and raised them high, to a chorus of boos which grew louder when he spat on Benoit's bloody face.
He retrieved his cane, wrapped the loop around his wrist, and left, letting his injured arm dangle and his defeated opponent lay.
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