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 Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 10:07 am
Surely, this would be enough punishment to make Blackjack second guess putting a target on his back by holding the BBW World Championship. This prestige belonged to wrestlers, not criminals. AJ went to cover the spazzing Blackjack, despite his attempts to get the tacks out of his back. Because there were still a couple in Warner's face that would need some attention after the match. Right now, all the attention should be on the Suplex Shooter climbing back to the mountain top. He was so close to getting there.
One!
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 11:51 am
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The first two counts were clear, and while Blackjack still hadn't kicked out, the third count never came. When AJ would look to check on the official, he'd notice the man apparently seizing, then he would notice two wires coming off of the official's back. Andrew Styles was attached to the other end of the wires. It seemed Blackjack's protégé had recovered and extricated himself from under the fallen cage wall, just in time to prevent Blackjack from being pinned with a well aimed tazer. With the official unable to complete the count, Blackjack's title had been saved. And it was only then, several disappointing seconds later that Blackjack roused enough to pointlessly kick out of AJ's cover.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:29 am
Beaten down. Battered. Aiden didn't have much of a time to heal from his match with Jake when he had seen that his mentor was in a match with a guy named Blackjack. He had heard the name set around the backstage area like a dark cloud. Mainly a haunting one after the events that had occurred between Blackjack and Hiro. In this instance however, it appeared as if Blackjack had an accomplice with him who was serving as an additional lackey to put an advantage on his side. Primarily serving to corner AJ into a two-on-one predicament without any rules against interference. Aiden was currently in the medical room getting wrapped up and having his battle scars being taken care of while he laid upon one of the heightened bed-like surfaces. The sand had been cleared from his face and the dried blood removed with a hand towel, but the bodily pain he had suffered from the match with Jake itself was still consistent. Enough that he gritted his teeth when one of the Trainers tried to massage away his neck pain. It hurt immensely.
Between getting the kinks and pains massages from his neck and shoulders, Aiden's ears took to mind the match going on from the television. It was a sink or swim decision essentially because as much as he didn't want to do anything for the rest of the night, his mentor was being teamed up on. The way he saw it was, AJ wouldn't be able to win the match easily if he was getting the s**t beat out of him from the two-on-one assault. Aiden's eyes closed and he sighed a deep breath through his nose in near frustration. It was apparent that Aiden wasn't in the mood to compete anymore and Aiden himself had already taken off his gloves and his elbow pads. His gear from the head-down to his waist was in a pile next to the medical bed and his boots were off for the time being. Only in just his tights simply for comfortability. The constant back and forth thoughts raging in his head and confliction as to what direction to take started to annoy him significantly. Ultimately deciding on loyalty versus comfortability, Aiden got off the medical bed.
Putting on his gear once more to the dismay of the medical and training staff, Aiden slowly but surely made his way out of the room. Soon being seen marching his way down the backstage hallways towards the direction of where the whiteboard containing the match cards and gorilla position right around the corner from that would be. Upon arrival, Aiden disregarded the audio technicians from playing his music or giving away his arrival. Instead, Aiden simply took the nearest thing he could find in hand and made his way through the curtain. What he had found however, was simple. A steel rod that was the size of a baseball bat that was used for set construction of a few stage displays. Emerging from the curtain to the unexpected sound of the live audience now taking into affect his arrival, Aiden watched the sight of Andrew Styles as his back was turned and didn't even see Aiden coming what-so-ever. Upon closing in within five feet of Andrew, Aiden readied the steel pole and swung it at the side of Andrew's left leg, right against the side of his knee.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 1:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:41 pm
Once AJ had stood up, realizing what had cost him the championship that he should have at that point won, Andrew dropped the tazer and started to climb up the apron. This was the only thing that had prevented Aiden's swing from shattering Andrew's knee. Still the blow was enough to knock Andrew off of the apron and send him crashing back down onto the broken cage wall.
Blackjack, who had finally kicked out only too late, found himself being ignored by AJ's indignation. Painfully he rolled over spitting out wads of blood. His vision was blurry at best, with sand having scratched his eyes. He registered what had happened when he heard Andrew roar in pain at having his leg bashed out from under him. Pushing himself up to his feet behind AJ, Blackjack would dig through his notorious pockets, and pull from one a combination padlock. With his finger inserted through the shackle, Blackjack aimed to drive a powerful haymaker to the back of AJ's head! If his sneak attack connected, Blackjack would take a length of chain and attempt to wrap it around AJ's throat, pulling it as tight as he could before he would lock the chain in position to leave AJ hopelessly without oxygen.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 4:27 pm
A clubbing hay-maker knocked AJ off of his feet, his vision disappearing for a moment and his mind going stale. Nothing could stop Blackjack's attempt to wrap the chain around his neck and lock the metal-links with a padlock, stopping Warner's air flow and making him think not only about how to escape this suffocation, but how to beat Blackjack within the next minute and a half before he died.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:07 pm
Slowly Blackjack stepped away from AJ's choking form, having clenched the chain around the challanger's throat. Now Blackjack was taking his time, seemingly unconcerned that his protégé was left at the mercy of the steel rod wielding Aiden. He waited for a painfully long moment watching AJ struggle to gasp in what little air he could manage. The crowd watched with baited breath, unsure if AJ could survive this. Blackjack would watch through watery eyes, enjoying the sight of AJ's complexion slowly turning blue. Then finally the BBW World Champion, would turn his back on AJ to start untying the padding on the turnbuckle behind him. After exposing the steel loop, Blackjack would move to stand in front of AJ. He sneered down at AJ and gloated. "Having trouble breathing? Don't worry it'll all be over soon." Then using the chain to pull AJ up to his feet, Blackjack would dip his head down to pick AJ up on his shoulders; with the fan favorite hero dangling behind him. One step, two, and Blackjack would lean forward pulling down on AJ's legs at the same time to try and drive AJ's head into the exposed turnbuckle with an Alabama Slam, the only move Blackjack ever seemed to really get a grasp of.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 7:51 pm
It was all a blur. How he ended up gargling on blood and mucus. How his face could show it's purple complexion through the thick red plasma. How he ended up swinging downward and hit the back of his head on the exposed turnbuckle, slicing open and denting the back of his head. His fall from grace was all at the hands of Blackjack and Andrew Styles. AJ Warner would not be remembered for rightfully winning this match before the referee was electrocuted, but for the damage he had to endure before he would be put to rest. It was over. With a pool of blood growing around his noggin and his lungs ready to burst, the Suplex Shooter had lost all the will to fight, and the fans' had their hearts tore from their chest.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 8:24 am
Too concentrated on the idea of taking out Andrew Styles from interfering in the match, Aiden didn't spend much effort looking inside the ring. After all, AJ was his mentor, so, he should have had the skill set and experience to win the match after all. That way, the two of them could celebrate their victories and look towards the future and what it held. However, it didn't look so hot for AJ. Aiden had taken the time to target Styles' leg, the same leg that he had struck first off, with more steel pole shots. Ranging from the kneecap, up the thigh, and back down to the ankle. In honest actuality, they weren't calculated shots, those were just the areas that were being targeted due to random repetitive striking. Based upon the crowd reaction to what was going on in the ring however, it didn't seem like AJ was having much of a success on his own. So with the steel pole sill clutched in his right hand tightly, Aiden turned and made the intention to walk towards the ring that way he could assist where he was needed most.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 1:52 pm
After the skull crushing finisher Blackjack had unloaded on AJ, he stood there almost in disbelief. Within his own cold heart he wasn't positive he'd manage the attack, almost convinced that any actual wrestling move against AJ would have failed. But now seeing a purple toned AJ laying there with a pool of blood growing under his head, Blackjack couldn't help but laugh. This image was grotesque to the audience, for all they saw was a psychopath laughing over what could be the dead, or soon to be, body of his opponent. Exhausted and in too much pain to care, Blackjack dropped to his knees and laid across AJ's body to claim his victory. He might have hooked a leg if the strength remained in him.
But with Aiden seemingly focused on the match now, would he even make the pin attempt? Or would AJ's protege break up the pin as Blackjack's had done. Luckily for Blackjack, Andrew wasn't completely out of the match jut yet. Having covered his head to protect it should Aiden focus the metal pipe there; he was keenly aware when the blows to his pained leg stopped. Quickly checking he saw Aiden moving towards the ring, and thinking quickly he reached out trying to grab Aiden's legs and restrain him from attacking his own mentor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 2:28 pm
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding ding ding!
No theme music played, no announcement was made. Everyone in attendance who bared witness to such a tragedy was in disbelief. The referee quickly threw his arms up in an 'X' so medical officials could run out to the ring. In a hurry, a man with bolt cutters sprinted much faster than the paramedics with a stretcher and oxygen mask. The man with bolt cutters hurried to cut the chain around AJ's neck. Warner immediately turned to his side and vomited profusely, a mix of blood and all the protein-packed meals he ate earlier. He wasn't emotional; he was mentally lost thanks to his head being shattered by Blackjack's thirst for violence. There was no crowd reaction either, for their silence told the story much better than any chants. The woman with an oxygen tank held it up to Warner's mouth, moving it out of the way when he gagged before puking once more. His body then drop in the pool of his own vomit and blood; the tragic hero's body limp and exhausted, unconscious and uncontrollable. Medical officials surrounded AJ's body so nobody would have to look at the scene anymore.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 3:00 pm
The bell was rung, and Blackjack felt his victory. The game was over for him, and medical officials, and stagehands ran to save AJ's life before brain damage set in from lack of oxygen. Blackjack simply rolled away, ignoring the commotion that this process caused. He had to use the ropes to climb up on shaky legs, demanding that the official come and remove the collar from around his throat. Once he'd been freed from the restricting chain that had held his plaything captive with him, he snatched his title away. The official attempted to raise Blackjack's arm as was the standard protocol, Blackjack was having none of it though. His love of violence and mayhem, had been sated for now and he simply wanted to escape the ring, return to his hookers, and revel in victory while licking his innumerable wounds. He clutched the belt tight to his chest, as he trudged through the sand that had finally cooled in the night air.
He had achieved his victory, and proven that he was the rightful champion. No longer could the people who opposed him claim he was simply a usurper that schemed his way to the title. And now he had proved just how far he was willing to go to keep that title. Who now would have the fortitude to challenge him, when they knew that he would be willing to kill to keep it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 4:02 pm
It was clear as day that Warner was fading in and out of consciousness from the beating Blackjack was giving him. Not only that, but the attributing factors of blood loss and being choked out by Blackjack's steel chain was quite visible. Aiden figured that it was now or never that he could be involved in the current affair and possibly swing the tide of war AJ's way. However, that wouldn't be the case. Aiden's movement was halted by ten fingers wrapped tightly around his boot, stopping his movement abruptly and applying just enough strength that Aiden wouldn't be able to move, period. By the time Aiden had given the prevention of movement any true attention, Blackjack was covering AJ and Aiden was left to watch his mentor being pinned indefinitely. It wasn't until the third slap of the mat and the ring bell sounded where the grip on his boot would be let go. Still, Aiden felt inclined to strike Styles once more across the back just for good measure. That, and to take out the frustration of being prevented from helping out AJ.
An annoyed sigh passed through his nostrils as he exchanged glares from Andrew to Blackjack in the ring. By default, disappointed that his mentor had lost a match due to low-grade means and snaky decisions from Blackjack to have his accomplice give him an edge. Medical staff had came out to assist AJ once Blackjack had collected his belt and moved away from the lain AJ, but Aiden himself felt no incline to enter the ring to check on AJ. That was the BBW's medical staff problems. That was AJ's problem. Not his. Aiden was still feeling the effects of his own match, that he had won none the less, and now it didn't seem as if he would have any further medical attention for himself. All of the medical staff obviously having left the backstage area to tend to AJ, and most likely Blackjack later. Twirling the steel pole through his fingers before clutching it again, Aiden turned his back to the ring and walked back up the ramp to escape to the backstage area. What he would do from there, was simply up to Aiden. But leaving the arena was a top priority.
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