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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 9:57 pm
"The following contest is an I Quit Match! In order to win, a competitor must make their opponent announce the words 'I Quit!' Introducing first..."
Weather: Rain.
Wind: 4 mph.
Temperature: 68 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 9:37 am
"I know these hills..."
"I know these hills..."
"Touch of the earth...rain in the sky..."
"Blood on the blade...hear the angels cry..."
"Remember my name...the look in my eyes, oh I..."
"Oh, I..." The haunting verse that started Salem's entrance music was made especially eerie with the rain that fell across the open-air arena, adding a cool, haunting haze to the scene. Stepping out from behind the curtain, the man in question revealed himself to the BBW Faithful, who were cheering universally for the former world champion as he started across the main stage. His burlap sack hung over his right shoulder, Salem lacked the snake-styled microphone he'd used in recent months, but the picture of his face could say a thousand words regarding what was on his mind, tonight. His jaw tense, his brow furrowed, the piercing stare of "The Copperhead" as he paced down the entrance ramp was enough to give those looking on the chills, if the rain and wind hadn't already done so.
Thoughts of Killman interfering with his match against Blackjack had been boiling inside Salem's head for days, and it seemed nothing could take his focus off removing that thorn named Ryan from his side, tonight. Still, despite his terse attitude, Croft catered to the fans and serpentined slowly from one side of the aisle to the other, allowing eager audience members from both sides of the ramp to pat him appreciatively or take a close-up of the fierce fighter on his way to the ring. But as he reached the end of the incline, Salem broke away from the grabbing arms and camera flashes to approach the ringside steps with a purpose, slipping his sack onto the apron before sliding stomach-first onto the canvas to a pop from the crowd. Pushing himself up to his feet, Salem rolled his fingers and balled them into fists, flexing the fabric that wrapped his forearms which was printed in the pattern of a copperhead.
"Introducing first, he is the first and former BBW World Champion...standing at six feet, two inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds...Salem! 'The Copperhead'! Croft!"
Salem's music was drowned out by the ovation following his introduction by the ring announcer, who gestured over towards the corner where "The Copperhead" was posted up, arms on the top ropes and eyes on the entrance ramp. Salem had nothing to say, determined to not break and say the magic words that would end his grudge match with Killman, tonight. As the music started to fade off, a chant of the former champion's name started up throughout the crowd, chanted by all the copperHEADS in attendance. But the emotionless serpent known as Salem still stared towards the stage, waiting for his opponent to arrive.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 2:13 am
{will insert entrance later}
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Killman rolled his neck after his rather intense entrance skydiving from the helicopter. He glared at Salem, moving towards the center and raising his hand... flipping a deuce for the former champion.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 8:28 pm
Killman was posturing for the public, trying to provoke them with his profane gesture, but Salem wasn't having any of it - not even waiting for Ryan's entrance music to fade out before he flew out of the corner and towards his opponent like a man possessed! Right off the bat, the crowd-favorite hellraiser was trying to hammer Killman was heavy fists, fueled by the steam sprint towards him! The first shot would be quick, a lightning-fast jab meant to blind Ryan and briefly put his balance backward, but Salem wouldn't slow down, looking to follow up with a flurry of rights and lefts meant to dial up some hurt and back the belligerent b*****d up a few steps!
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:43 pm
Killman was posturing, but he was always ready for a scrap, and it seemed this match was starting right with a scrap. when Salem came in Killman swung his fists as well, tumbling with the copperhead. Killman was forced back as they both fell to the mat, bludgeoning each other with their fists. Killman attempted to grab Salem's head and clash with a headbutt.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 5:08 pm
There was a blind fury in Salem's swings as he practically tackled Killman to the mat, Ryan trying to gain an early edge in the brawl with a headbutt that made Croft's cranium bobble a bit. Despite the brain-numbing blow, though, "The Copperhead" continued to strike - grasping at his opponent's shoulders to roll over and onto him, looking to throw some wild punches down at the man's upper-body and face! Already, fans were cheering for the bout, rooting Salem on as he started taking care of some personal business on the center of the canvas!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 6:33 pm
Killman was fighting, being no newbie to a street style scrap. He held his arms up to block the wild strikes from the copperhead. Like a wild cat, Killman reached his hands up for Salem's face and attempted to claw up his face, raking his fingernails over his eyes and cheeks.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:11 pm
Ryan was weathering the storm of fists Salem was raining down on him, but with a sudden reach of his arm Killman began trying to claw at Croft's face in order to break his resolve and back him off. Killman's fingers scratched and scraped, forcing "The Copperhead" to tilt his chin back to try and avoid having his eyes gouged. Struggling atop his opponent, Salem tried to fight back in a similar fashion - trying to use a hand to get at Ryan's face before snapping his opposite shoulder forward for a lunging elbow across the man's nose!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:23 pm
the elbow clipped across Killman's nose. The blow burst a blood vessel, blood coming out of the wild card's nostrils as he fired back with a chop to the copperhead's throat as he tried to get Salem off him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:29 pm
Salem's neck was depressed inward by the jabbing chop Killman cast out in retaliation for having his nose busted open so early in their scrapping, but though "The Copperhead" was cast a few feet away, he showed no signs of succumbing to the pain...instead, rolling to a crouch, looking up from his hanging bangs at the man bleeding on the mat before him. It wasn't certain whether Salem was snarling or coughing as he rubbed his throat, watching anxiously from a tripod position for Ryan to get back up...but, that wasn't important to the audience, who continued to chant "COP-PER-HEAD" in support of the former world champ, waiting for Ryan to get back up with a savage expression on his face!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:41 pm
Killman began to pull himself up to his knees with the bottom rope. He brushed his fingers under his nose, staring at the blood that was now on his hand. His brow furrowed and he puffed his cheeks as he realized Salem just drew first blood. he reached into his shirt and pulled out a small metal cylinder that was on a cord around his neck. he snapped it off and palmed the hidden weapon as he stood up, turning around to face Salem.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:45 pm
Huffing and hissing like a pissed-off serpent, Croft stared intently at his opponent from across the ring, even though Salem couldn't see that Killman had retrieved a concealed weapon from his person. But that didn't stop "The Copperhead" from charging forth as the man stood up and turned around - looking to catch him across the chin with a Big Boot for his troubles!
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:51 pm
Killman turned and was ready to fight back against the copperhead. When he saw Salem ready to charge he charged himself, launching his body like he was trying out for the long jump of a track and field team and swung his fist with the concealed metal bar for Salem's head. Blood for blood ********.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:59 pm
The tunnel vision brought on by Salem's anger, his bitter resentment towards Ryan for having cost him his world title against Hiro weeks earlier, it blinded "The Copperhead" to the true motives behind his opponent's attempt to create distance. Just as Ryan spun around, Salem swung his foot up...but just like that, the man was gone - having evaded the high kick with a well-timed leap that sent him over the leg and into Salem's guard, armed with his piece of pipe. By the time Salem registered the oncoming attack, he could only widen his eyes - head, snapping to the side with the swing of Ryan's fist. Instantly, the balance started to tip and sway under Salem's feet, sending the young man stumbling backward until he fell into the ropes, hanging by his arms across the middle cable with a nasty looking gash under his right eye.
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