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 Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 11:14 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The winner of this contest will move on to the next stage of the Sanguine Invitational! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 2:13 pm
The lights dim down in the arena for a few seconds as Demons Raining Down From Heaven starts to play as the entrance ramp is covered in smoke as the arena is brightened up by silver light. Ava emerges from the smoke with all of her skin covered by her robe with Elise following behind her holding the Undisputed Women's Title belt.  Introducing the opponent standing at six foot three weighing in at 256lbs accompanied by Elise she is, Ava!"Ava and Elise begin their march down the ramp to the ring while the announcer introduces them to a mixed reaction from the crowd as they make their way ringside. Ava then lowers her hood showing the burn mark on the right side of her face before removing the rest of the robe dropping it to the floor before walking over to the steel steps then up onto the apron. Ava then climbs into the ring between the middle and top ropes looking over at her two opponents in the ring as Elise stands at ringside. Ava moves towards the center of the ring looking back and forth between the two in the ring waiting for her last victim to show up.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 2:31 pm
 When Ava's grotesque display finally ended, the lights returned. The pa system filled with the rasp of a needle being drug across an old record. Blood began to rain over the stage as the static of the record turned into music. The rain stopped as Blackjack trudged out onto the stage and marched down the ramp. He moved slightly slower than he had in previous matched, hiding the limp he still carried from Winter Warfare. He was hunched over as well, however this was because he was carrying a pillowcase more than half full of something that appeared to be a little weighty.
He wasted no time in pandering to the crowd. Sure at Winter Warfare, Blackjack may have developed a taste for the cheer of the audience. But he'd be damned if he kissed a** for it. Still, that didn't stop him from taking his bowler hat off when he climbed onto the apron, and then throwing it out into the audience. He set the heavy sack down for a second and started taking off his dress coat. Blackjack tossed it aside and grabbed for a mic. He walked out into the center of the ring and spoke. A feat that must have been uncomfortable as he had stitches on his lower lip.
"All right now. Before we begin, I gotta say; the medical staff have told me that it's too dangerous for me to wrestle. They say that having a broken rib, a bruised spleen, bruised tailbone, and a broken fist is too great a risk for further injury." As he mentioned each of his injuries Blackjack looked at Ava and grinned maliciously. He knew exactly what he was giving her. In the bright spotlights on the ring it was easier to recognize the scars of battle. Even though he was fully dressed, Blackjack's face still looked terrible. Both of his eyes were bruised as well as his nose. What wasn't bruised was covered in scrapes that has scabbed over slightly. Also, his fight hand was tapped up, heavily.
He started walking back to his corner and he picked up the sack. Speaking the entire time. "But ole Blackjack here, he said to them doctors, Docs, I don't give a flying monkey ******** if you think I can wrestle or not. There's a match with my name on it, and a girl that needs to bleed wait'n for me. Now unless you fans want to wait around for her rag to start, I'd suggest we get this started!" Blackjack grabbed the bottom of the pillowcase and upended it in the center of the ring. A rush of glittery metal poured fourth a large pile of tacks! Blackjack turned and tossed the pillowcase and the microphone into his corner with a thunk. Turning back to Ava, Blackjack would kick the top of the pile sending a spray of sharp tacks at her; then he would charge forward looking to aim a kick at her gut while she was hopefully distracted by the tacks he kicked.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 3:06 pm
Ava silently stared down Blackjack during his entrance and little talk, and wasn't bothered by the site of tacks being pored onto the mat was was caught off guard as they were kicked right at her causing her to cover her face being unable to do anything about the kick to gut making Ava back up, hunched over, and staggered
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 3:15 pm
When his kick connected it worked exactly as planned. Blackjack would wrap his arm around her throat. Grabbing the back of her pants, Blackjack would snap backward, pulling up on Ava. Blackjack was aiming to hit her with a snap suplex that would land her right into the pile of tacks!
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 3:20 pm
As Blackjack went for the snap suplex Ava would do her best to resist it and instead attempt to counter it way attempt a few hard punches aimed for the injured ribs of Blackjack.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 3:31 pm
Blackjack roared as Ava struck his broken rib but he refused to relinquish his grip. However the blow staggered him. He would pull again as if he were going to lift her into a suplex a second time. However that was a ruse, as Ava would surly try to prevent from being flipped over. Then Blackjack would suddenly twist and dash forward leaping over the tacks to bring her down onto them with a bulldog.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 9:11 pm
Hitting the injured limbs didn't seem to be enough as Blackjack tried to lift Ava again but felt him turn and go for the bulldog, but Ava would attempt to push Blackjack away from her as he started moving for the bulldog to create distance between them.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 9:23 pm
Ok so Ava had to right idea to shove Blackjack forward to prevent being caught up in the bulldog. This sent Blackjack flying forward without her weight behind him. Luckily for Blackjack the extra momentum of Ava's shove sent him clear of the pile of thumbtacks, however as nearly the whole ring had managed to acquire a few tacks spread out, so when he did hit the mat, Blackjack would writhe in pain allowing the fans to see a couple tacks had stuck themselves to his shirt.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 5:04 pm
As Blackjack was getting up Ava wouldn't give him any breathing room and charged right at him attempting a clothesline to take Blackjack back down onto the mat.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 11:23 pm
Blackjack picked himself up quickly after hitting the mat. Tacks fell from his clothing for a moment, but Ava's clothesline caught him before he could get his bearings. Blackjack hit the mat again but started getting right back up. As he did, small red spots began to appear on the back of his shirt.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 5:50 pm
Ava turned around after the clothesline hit to see that Blackjack was getting back up, and if it wasn't for the face mask a look of annoyance would of been on Ava's face. While Blackhjack was getting back up Ava would look to take out some of that annoyance with a running kick attempt aimed for Blackjack's head.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 6:49 pm
Blackjack hadn't quite caught his bearings yet, again, when Ava came running at him. Somehow* Blackjack seemed to know she was coming though, for as Ava neared him Blackjack ducked forward and rolled into a tumble, narrowly escaping the head removing kick Ava had aimed for him. Blackjack would return to his feet, a few more tacks added to the collection on his back, and would turn and lock onto Ava. He would quickly try to grab her from behind, and using his superior size and strength, he would attempt to launch Ava over his body with a German suplex, he would hold tight to his grip around her waist ready bridge it along should he succeed.
*As Ava charged at Blackjack the tacks that covered the mat started to bounce. Fearing another clobbering clothesline, Blackjack dove forward in an attempt to duck under it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 6:58 pm
The frustration got the better of her as Ava missed the kick and was then taken up and over with the German suplex landing ring on the pile of tacks in the ring causing some of them to stick in her upperback and the lower back of her neck causing some red spots of blood to appear on her clothes. Ava wasn't moving too much due to the pain and was leaning up off the mat in a desperate attempt to get back up.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:04 pm
Blackjack let out a solid grunt when his back impacted the mat. Landing on only a handfull of tacks, not including the ones already stuck to his back, felt as if he'd landed on some legos. He felt the wave of tacs spread around him after Ava had been slammed into them. Where only a portion of the ring had had maybe a few tacks before, now most of the ring had tacks to some degree. His grip held firm though and let him know as Ava started struggling to get up. Blackjack would roll to his side allowing her to try and rise, and maybe give him a bit of a boost. When he was able to get both feet under him, Blackjack would heave again trying to bridge the first suplex into a second German suplex, this time aimed towards the ropes.
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