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 Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 7:24 pm
Freak was clawing his way up the side of the casket, fans reveling in his cowardice. But the veteran hadn't the strength to get inside it, leaving the other 10% of work to be done by Salem, himself. Chuckling in twisted amusement at the mangled mess he'd made of Freakshow, "The Copperhead" knelt and patted Freak on the cheek mockingly.
"Here...let me give you a hand with that." Salem said with a grin, straightening up to grab hold of the casket's handles and swing the hatch open in preparation for his forthcoming victory.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 5:42 pm
It should come as no surprise that even while beaten and battered, Freakshow always had an extra trick up his sleeve. He was smart, too. He found himself a kid willing to do anything it took to make an impact, to create success and find himself one step closer to the glory he had so desperately craved. So here lay Jake Roman, waiting ever so patiently for Salem to fly too close to the flame. Because once that casket rose, an already defeated Jake Roman sat up with it, and looked to stun him right in the chest. Hopefully it could make his heart break in two and start to realize that sometimes, you just couldn't prepare to be choked at the hands of defeat.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 6:02 pm
Freakshow lay slumped over at the base of the casket, wheezing heavily as he shoulder began turning a rather unseemly color. For once he kept his mouth shut. Looking almost a peace he shut his eyes as his twitched up in something that could be construed as a look of satisfaction, though satisfaction seem'd to be somewhat far off a concept considering what the businessman had been through.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 6:44 pm
As Jake Roman jumped up out from the casket, Salem was stunned - in every conceivable fashion of the word. Not only was his presence unexpected, but the hundreds of thousands of volts coursing through his muscle fibers made "The Copperhead" convulse on the ground, his limbs twitching uncontrollably. Salem coughed and sputtered, trying to breathe during his seizure-like state, the pain pulsing through his nerves causing his eyelids to twitch. Meanwhile, the medical team from the match's start was rushing back down the ramp, this time with a rather broad gentleman jogging behind them carrying a cloth bag that appeared to be for Croft's missing cobra. Fans stood and booed, jeering Jake Roman for his electrifying intervention!
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 7:27 pm
Jake pushed himself up from out of the casket, his eyes locked on his hero-impersonating target. A smile would only emerge if his boss was able to stand with his newest acquisition, but for now, it was strictly business. Salem knew that, didn't he? That's why Roman looked to boost his stock in the company by climbing into the ring and pressing the end of the cattle prod into Salem's throat. If he could cause pain and make Salem regret his words all at once, he would be showing signs of empowerment under his new regime.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 10:50 am
Salem gagged and hacked as the crackle of electric current sizzled through the air, a blue light flickering against Salem's throat from the prod's tip. Salem's eyes were alternating from wide to shut, his limbs writhing like a person with Parkinson's. At this point, the gang of specialists were reaching the door to the cage - the animal handler, manning a pair of bolt cutters to try and hack the lock right off the frame!
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:15 pm
"Ah jeez... Ah christ..."
The veteran looks at his shoulders, wincing, zapping in and out of clarity. He looked towards the middle of the ring, assuming correctly that whatever was going on in there was to his benefit. "Finish him off! Finish him off and <********> He said the his new acquisition, who he presumed was Jake Roman. For all he knew it could've been Cartwright. God forbid.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:21 pm
Jake had telepathic ability with his boss, or so it seemed. Facing towards the casket and over Salem, Jake went to dig his boot under Salem's torso to roll him over, trying to make Salem roll that way by zapping him with the cattle prod when need be.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:36 pm
The crackles of electricity made Salem twitch violently with each jab of the baton, not having to roll very far before bumping up against the cart carrying the casket in question. Meanwhile, a loud SNAP was heard as the chain was cut to the cage door, medical personnel storming through the door to render aid. Would they break up the match, would Jake fulfill his master's bidding, or would Salem find a second to capitalize and turn the tide?!
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 7:12 pm
"HEY! Me first!" Freakshow rasps weakly towards the entering paramedics, pointing to his shoulder. "Do me first! I'm more!" The manager pleads as he props his back against the links of the steel cage. This was, to him, now a matter of survival rather than winning. Winning wouldn't be too bad either though.
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