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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:25 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
Weather: Light Snow.
Wind: 4 mph.
Temperature: 3 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 4:58 pm
Soft country music flowed from the several speakers lined near the ringside. Casually strolling through the sea of fans in this freezing weather was none other than the current victim of corporate conspiracy, Jamie Bader.
Jamie hopped over the barricade and made his way to the ring before sliding in on his hands and knees and sitting up on his knees. Jamie pulled a mic out of his hoodie pocket and tapped it a few times against his thigh. "Check--Hello? Jeeze, this place is falling apart faster than Salem's title reign." Jamie paced around the ring and cleared his throat. "Seriously people, why are you here?"
Jamie leaned over the top rope and yelled at a section of the fans. "It's three degrees outside! Three degrees! Go home! Don't you have something more important to do than freezing your balls off?" He threw the mic over his shoulder and prepared for the best of the worst. "F#$% me, just--seriously."
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 6:39 pm
 After Jamie tossed the microphone aside, the dull roar of the crowd continued. Snow was falling, covering up the aftermath of the previous match. The crowd grew restless waiting for Jamie's opponent. A truck started beeping, backing up, and soon enough the truck came into view along the path from the trailers. the side of the truck read, "Kingsly's Fresh Meats, Servicing the greater Winnipeg area." It stopped next to the barricades for the fans on either side, sealing the only open escape. Then music blared from speakers mounter on the trucks roof.
Blood
Well they encourage your complete cooperation,
Send you roses when they think you need to smile.
I can't control myself because I don't know how,
And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while
The trucks door slid up, opening with a crash. Fog rolled out from the floor and bright lights inside made it hard to make out what was inside. Then Blackjack stepped forward with a bucket. And as his music called for blood, he thrust the bucket forward, launching a wave of cows blood onto the ring.
So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.
So give them blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!
Blackjack tossed the bucket aside, slipped his hands into his jacket pocket and hopped out of the refrigerated truck. He smirked and walked around the side of the ring, stepping away from the splatter of blood on the ground. Blackjack eyed his opponent in the ring with a curious gaze and the reached up, tipping his bowler hat off. He tossed it aside and removed his jacket next, tossing it onto a ringpost.
A celebrated man amongst the gurneys.
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck.
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so,
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful ********>
He continued to march around the ring at a brisk pace, keeping up with the beat of his music. He chuckled and knelt down scooping up a large handful of snow and molding it into a tight ball in his hands.
I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough.
I gave you blood, blood, blood,
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love!
A few quick rubs and he held a nicely formed snowball. He'd jump up onto the apron and stepped through, ignoring the crowds cheering. Despite regarding his opponents with disdain and contempt, the fan's were growing to like Blackjack. With two violent wins under his belt, he was starting to gain some momentum in BBW. The crowds didn't matter to him though, only Jamie. Blackjack stepped into the center of the ring, feet not slipping in the slightest on the thickening blood. He looked to Jamie, tossing the snowball up and down in his hand. "So Jamie Jerkoff, ready for some of the ole' hyper-violence?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 7:55 pm
Jamie jumped back as his foe dumped a big bucket of blood on the slightly snow covered ring. "Jeeze..." He mumbled to himself as the suit wearing weirdo entered the ring with a snowball in hand. Rolling his eyes, he stepped up to the plate with his arms outstretched and dull look on his face. "Ready whenever you are Liberace'."
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 8:14 pm
 Jamie's apparent lack of interest would do him no service today. Blackjack was pleased as punch to take Jamie up on his offer. Blackjack tossed the snowball up and caught it again one last time. Then, lifting his leg like a baseball pitcher, Blackjack wound up and launched the snowball at Jamie's head. Doubtless Jamie was expecting a tightly packed ball of snow to sting. What he didn't know was, Blackjack had palmed a D-cell battery when he took off his jacket. That same battery now made the core of a tightly packed snowball, barreling at Jamie's head.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 9:58 pm
Jamie was NOT expecting that...
The snowball connected with Jamie's forehead and the southern superstar was immediately sent to the mat, holding his head in pain. The D Battery that was once tucked away in the neat ball of snow bounced off of Jamie's cranium and went flying out of the ring upon impact.
"Son of a b#$%!" Jamie cursed as he held his face with both hands.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 11:39 pm
Blackjack jumped and laughed with giddy enthusiasm at seeing Jamie's face blasted with snow. The look of surprised pain that flashed on his face as he fell back, shocked by the impact of the heavy battery. He twisted into a celebratory dancing spin before he hopped forward trying to mount Jamie's chest. He would soothingly swat at Jamie's hand, shushing his furious cries. "Shh, shh, shhh, don't be such a baby. Let ol' BJ have a looksie." He'd try and find the spot where the battery hit, looking for swelling or red abrasions, or hopefully even lacerations. Blackjack wasn't picky though, he'd take what he could get. Once he found the point of contact, Blackjack would drive both his thumbs against it, smashing them against Jamie's skull like he was trying to crack a large egg. He'd keep the pressure up until Jamie started resisting, and then He'd get right up separating contact with one last sharp knuckle knock against that same spot.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 2:59 pm
Jamie was mounted, no homo, and very much taken by surprise by the weight of the man known as Blackjack. Before he knew what was going on, he had two hands pressed against his freshly opened head wound.
"Ahh! Ahh! Aghhh!" Jamie shouted in pain as he attempted to fight back against the painful grip. The crowd started getting excited at the first sign of blood as streaks began to run down the right side of his face. Just as it had seemed like Jamie was about to pry the hands off of his skull, he was met with a sharp jab to the skull, sending him back down with a sharp thwack against the mat.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 3:44 pm
Blackjack spun as he stood back up from hitting Jamie. He threw his arms up examining the blood smeared on his fingers. His cheerful grin widens and his expression morphs into a sadistic sneer. Wiping the blood off onto his white shirt, Blackjack stalked around Jamie giving him a moment to gather his wits. "Now now, look at the mess you made. Com'on friend, stop laying about. There's work to be done!"
Circling his downed opponent Blackjack would wait for Jamie to start getting up. After Jamie picked up most of his own weight, Blackjack would move in to grapple Jamie's head into a facelock. With his grip squeezed over Jamie's face Blackjack would throw his weight back trying to slam Jamie's bloodied head into the mat with a DDT.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 6:00 pm
Jamie flailed his arms about slowly as blood began to run down his visage. Not even five minutes into the match and Jamie had already donned the crimson mask in full form. "Ugh...Ugh..." Jamie groaned as he slowly began to pick himself back up. Right before he got his wits together, he was grabbed full force and yanked into a front neck-lock, poised for a DDT. What a shot at Jamie's own pride by getting his own signature used against him.
Due to Blackjack's inability to successfully copy Jamie's style (or perhaps the fact that blood caused some slippage, but who knows), as soon as Blackjack threw himself backwards, his grip was lost and he ended up flipping himself backwards onto the mat. Jamie staggered backwards awkwardly as the crowd reacted in equal excitement and confusion.
Before Jamie knew what was going on, his instincts kicked in and he rushed forward and began to stomp the downed opponent's head and torso. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:07 pm
Almost as soon as he threw his weight back, Blackjack realized that Jamie wasn't coming with him. He felt his sloppy grip around Jamie's face slip right off. There was a brief moment in which he had to contemplate his error, very brief. WHAM! Blackjack crashed hard into the mat all of the force he'd used delivered wholly into his back. After he landed, Blackjack arched his back groaning at the discomfort. He started to roll right away though, he couldn't let Jamie catch him off his fe... WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!
Jamie's stomps rained in catching Blackjacks side and then stomach. He cried out after the third stomp and curled himself into a protective ball. It didn't help however as a stomp caught him in the side of the head and sent a blaze of stars into his vision.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 7:12 pm
Jamie reigned down unholy stomps upon the upper body of his opponent in hopes to teaching him a lesson about who the real king of the jungle was. "Screw you! Screw you! Screw you!" Jamie shouted with each stomp. After several strikes, Jamie backed away and leaned on the nearby ropes to regain some energy. Slowly he brought his right hand up and ran it across his face in hopes of clearing his eye-sight.
"...Red." He murmured as he looked at his bloody palms. Almost instantly, another spark was struck in Jamie as he clenched his fists, moved forward and went to roll Blackjack onto his belly and sit on his back, then he would grab the sides of his head and start smashing and grinding his face into the mat below.
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 2:20 pm
When Jamie's stomps ended, there was a moment of hesitation while Blackjack expected more kicks to continue shortly, they did not. Slowly he uncurled himself, pulling his arms off of his head to look around. His vision was blurry from the last kick to his head, but he could see the form of Jamie several feet away from him. Blackjack pushed himself, trying to crawl away from his opponent, maybe reach the ropes and escape the ring. His efforts were too little however, and as Jamie reacted to seeing his own blood, Blackjack was rolled onto his stomach. A weight settled on his back trapping him, and before he could cover his head to protect it, Jamie seized it and started mashing his face into the mat. The cold canvas had soaked up much of the blood Blackjack tossed into the ring, and in the nights cold snow that blood had started to freeze. Blackjack might as well have had sandpaper grated over his face. His cheeks would be left raw after Jamie's attack, and at the moment there was nothing within Blackjack's power to stop him beyond crying out, "Stop.. no, stop.. please.. agh!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 7:15 pm
Jamie ground Blackjack's face into the cold, unforgiving mat. After several moments, Jamie got off of the larger man. "You stupid mother--" Jamie took several steps back, pointed an imaginary gun at Blackjack and ran forward. Right before he reached the opponent, he jumped in the air and attempted a leaping curbstomp.
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 7:54 pm
Blackjack's hands shot up to grab his face, but they were so cold already that they did nothing to help the biting sting in his face. He shuddered that it was over desperately trying to grab what wits he had left. Blackjack realized he'd gotten himself into a tight spot and had to get out. He became aware of Jamie's shouts only vaguely. He couldn't summon the strength to pull himself up, but he managed a roll. One roll became two, two became three, and Blackjack rolled himself out of the ring a last ditch effort to buy him some much needed space. It wasn't without it's punishments however, the thin pads had been snowed on, melted on, soaked, and frozen over the course of the night; so Blackjack landed on a frozen pad on frozen cement. Pain jolted him back into reality though, forcing him to acknowledge the desperation in his situation. For the moment he could breath, and he managed to reach his right hand into his pants pocket as he did.
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