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 Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:01 pm
ASYLUM CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDER'S MATCH
Falls Count Anywhere in the Building
Good Luck
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 6:07 pm
The lights completely went out and the crowd hushed. Well, except for the one person that always has to shout "WOOOO!" at every event. A hissing sound could be heard as the following words seemed to burn into the screen of the titantron! it all ends now
scream your heart out
this is where you find your ending
welcome to a death surrending
MITTERNACHT! The words glowed upon the screen for several moments before simply fading back to black. Thus once again enveloping the arena in silence and darkness. The crowd started to become anxious, clearly some were still afraid of the dark! This continued on for several moments before a Silver star faded onto the screen. Slowly the silver became a dark red and seemingly began to melt as Djerv's Headstone began to play. When, when will, when will I, when are you gonna die?
Oh, got to track you down, who's got who now?
Now, now we, now we will, now I'll have a blast
Bang! That was fast, I got you
Bang! That was fast, we ain't through
I'm coming for your headstone
Bringing a crew or doing it alone
Coming for your headstone
They won't refuse, I don't dig my part on my own
We got a big one for me, head over here, new higher throne
I'm coming for your headstone A dark blue flame suddenly ignited in the center of the stage! The flame died down, only to be followed up by small blue fires igniting along the edges of the stage and down the edges of the ramp. After several moments, another large blue flame jet up forth from the center of the stage! Only this time, someone stepped out from within it! With the flame still going strong, the person stood at the top of the ramp. Slowly the person began to walk down the center of the ramp, the light of the small blue flames just barely illuminating the person's outline. Said person walked up the steel stairs and along the apron, stopping mid way. Exactly in front of the blue flame that was still going back center stage. The little blue flames along the edges of the stage and ramp had also died down. It couldn't really be seen, but the person thrust their left arm into the air and bright, blue flames erupted from the corners! Thus revealing Claire Hawkins! The lights had returned to normal, and Claire stepped down from the corner, where she then turned about and removed her tattered coat from her person then gave it to the referee. Who in turn handed it off to a helper at ring side.
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 1:48 pm
Some time after the dazzling flames flickered away following Claire's entrance to the ring, the crowd grew eager as they waited for her opponent to arrive at ringside. After a few minutes passed without any introduction, some in the audience grew skeptical that Salem was even due to show - that was, until the silence was broken by an outburst of applause as the TItantron lit up with the man-in-question's name scrolling across the screen. Right on cue, albeit a tad unfashionably late, a solitary figure stepped out from behind the curtain with a microphone and a mason jar in-tow. Dressed in his evening best, which was to say dressed in preparation to knock someone's chin loose with his taped forearms and baggy black pants, he paced out onto center stage and drew the microphone to his lips while casting his eyes down at the ring, trying to talk over the resurgent roar of the crowd.
"...Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated." Salem said quietly, confidently, as he strolled down the entrance ramp with his signature jar of change tucked underneath his opposite arm. "Now...I know that Cartwright's been going around lately, thrustin' that remodeled Asylum Championship in people's faces...but Cartwright hasn't heard yet - daddy's home."
The crowd elicited a rousing ovation as Salem instigated against the current Asylum Champion, a man who'd drawn the M.W. Deuce's ire after having snuck away with a victory following interference from fellow nemesis, Jacob Griffin. Still, Croft seemed unburdened by the fact his beloved belt wasn't around his waist, presently. In fact, he seemed to move a bit more spryly en route to the ring, walking just close enough to the barricades for fans to get a chance to pat him on the back and shoulder in appreciation for his arrival.
"...You see, it doesn't matter what Cartwright thinks that belt is - he can have it Bedazzled, Floamed, covered in Sand Art or even Spirographed...but at the end of the day, at the end of my future rematch with him...it'll be me taking that title back home...where it belongs - with the Most Wanted Man in Wrestling, the man who carries that weight better than anyone has in over a year!"
Striding up the ring steps, Salem left his change jar on the apron while ducking under the top rope to lean up against them from inside the squared circle, looking over at Claire with an slyly drawn grin.
"...But, first. You and I have a date tonight, darlin'. So I'll be the gentleman I am and say 'Ladies first', so we can kick this thing off with a bang."
Tossing the microphone from the ring, Salem walked to the center canvas with his hands raised, nodding respectfully to his esteemed adversary as he offered her a tie-up while the fans grew even louder with anxiousness to see the pair clash.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 9:40 pm
"Cute speech." Claire said as she neared the offered lock up. Without a moments hesitation, she quickly moved in and attempted to plant a swift kick to Salem's unprotected stomach! Unfortunately speeches would do no good tonight. Tonight Salem's Original Sin was all focus!
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 6:33 am
Chivalry was dead, and Claire killed it. Salem's polite offer of a tie-up was rudely refused with a rousing kick to the rookie's ribs, startling the lad and sending him back a step. Cradling his abdomen, Croft grinned and chewed his lip through the pain before swiftly stepping forward with a thunderous boot aimed at Claire's chest!
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 12:38 pm
Chivalry often becomes over ridden with the need to survive, and in this instance, Claire needed to not only win but survive! Salem was stronger then her and entertaining the thought of his polite offer would have speeled a very bad end to her Asylum aspirations. Nonetheless, her sick had connected without fail as well as Salem's recovery from it were just as she thought, Salem stepped forward, looing for his big ol' boot to her chest, which people would wonder later just why he would try and hurt such wonderful puppies, but Claire was no longer in the place where she once was! Oh no! In fact, she had taken half a step forward and attempted to take out Salem's other leg with a dropkick to the nee!
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 3:04 am
Ordinarily, Salem held a quickness advantage over most of his opponents by way of his nimble legwork and athletic moveset, but Claire was a lithe and limber lady with more than her share of in-ring experience...a combination that must've made Croft's power-centric kick seem to come in slow motion. Just like that, the M.W. Deuce didn't have a leg to stand on as Claire kicked his balance out from underneath his back foot and left him to haphazardly tumble forward. Doing his best to lessen the impact with a quick-thinking judo roll, Salem tried taking the blow in stride as he sprung back up to his feet, his left knee bearing a slight hitch in it as he stood.
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 4:43 pm
Claire got back up to her feet as Salem sprang up to his. Well this was going to be a rather interesting match. She had seen the slight hitch as his stood, her lips slowly curving into a small smile the only thing that gave it away. Then again one had to wonder if she were letting it slip or if she was deliberately making him think about it? She could be a cruel b***h that way. Nonetheless, Claire darted forward with what could be described as malicious intent! Keeping herself low, as if she were going for another dropkick to the knee, Claire would at the last moment spring up and attempt to slam the back of elbow into Salem's face with a flying reverse elbow!
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 2:57 am
Salem stood opposite Claire, waiting for the woman to get up to her feet. She was kind enough to wait so long for him to reach the ring, it was the least he could do to allow the lady to stand after hampering his hamstring a bit with her drop kick. But that was the extent of Croft's professional courtesy as he smirked back at the beastly beauty before she charged him yet again. Though the fans were watching anxiously to see what The Witch would do, Salem saw the sudden twist of her waist and arm, ducking forward to avoid the elbow aimed at his face. But, the rookie was also wrapping her waist up with his grip, trying to fall back with her spine in his chest to reverse the momentum into a Back Body Drop!
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