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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:59 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Watch Your Step match! Pin, submission, count out, disqualification, first blood, knock out, and being thrown over the top rope with both feet touching the floor are all legal ways to win the match. You are also only given a 2 count to release illegal holds. On the third count, you are disqualified from the match. Introducing first..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 10:08 pm
Summers ran down to the ring. His arm still had splinters from lariating table.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 12:31 pm
"Well, I grew up down an old dirt road
In a town you wouldn't know...
My pops picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks
Back in nineteen sixty-fo'...
My grandfather was a drinker,
Back in the day he put 'em down...
But a war is known to change a man,
And the whiskey's known to change a man, but...
That's not me.
I rarely drink from the bottle but I smoke a little weed...
I still live in the sticks where you wouldn't go,
In a town of twelve-hundred off an old dirt road, and
A country boy is all I'll ever be..."Salem stepped out from behind the curtain by the first verse of his music, but the time it took him to complete his methodical march to ringside took up some time, what with the former BBW World Champion making sure to address the BBW Faithful with friendly high-fives and fistbumps. A few fans took his attention for just a second to snag a photo opportunity, "The Copperhead" cutting heartstrings with his razor-sharp smile, but Croft's eyes were cold and hard...like the marble eyes of a statue, fixated on Mr. Summers who stood so confidently inside the confines of the ropes. Salem circled the ring as music started to fade, stepping up the steel stairs and ducking under the top turnbuckle to enter the squared circle via the corner. Once on the mat, Salem strode across the canvas to the center, standing atop the BBW logo while looking on at Brantley nearby. Salem had come noticeably light to the arena tonight - no microphone or sack strewn over his shoulder. But with a raise of his copperhead-print wrapped hand, a classic-style microphone would start descending from the stadium box screen, an anaconda pattern painted over the cable as Salem clutched its head once within reach. The clamoring stands would quiet to a dull roar with a sweeping look over the audience from the fan-favorite, who'd then pull the bell to his lips and speak to the captivated capacity crowd.
"...Now,before we ring this bell and get this shindig started, there's a couple of things I think need to be said, being that I was indisposed last show and couldn't be reached for comment on...recent developments." he said, shooting a quick glance at Summers before turning around to face him outright, as if he'd asked a question.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 12:47 pm
Summers pulled out a splinter from his arm. He gently placed it in his mouth. Brantley didn't have any quips to go to at this moment. All that needed to be said from him to Shanahan was said and he still believed that there's no one to beat him. Brantley's brow furrowed as he kept faced to Salem.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 1:34 pm
Salem smirked and turned away from Brantley, beginning to pace along the ropes as he brought the mic back up to his mouth and continued to talk, slipping his spare hand into his jeans.
"Now, I know you're only just now under contract, Summers...but don't think it's failed on me the part you played in this charade that eventually cost me my world title, my first, this company's first world champion his historic reign. From Freakshow's side, you watched and abided as he persistently tried to bring me down, to hold me back, from attempting to take me out during my Casket Match with Jarel to him having his hired hand Ryan Killman come out and choke me during my title defense with Hiro. And since then, I've still had to scrape tooth and nail trying to get my hands on some satisfaction...I mean, sure, I managed to pump Ryan full of cobra venom at Spring in the Ring, but that's not as satisfying as getting my hands on Freakshow, himself. But since that b*****d's been ducking me since I sent Ryan packing, I was starting to wonder if I'd get a chance at any more retribution for the pain and suffering I've been forced through by the likes of the Midnight Marauders..."
Turning around from the corner diagonal to Summers, Salem shot another sly grin back at his opponent for the evening, leaning back against the turnbuckles.
"...And then, you showed up." Salem said, satisfaction thick in his voice. Starting slowly across the ring, "The Copperhead" closed the gap between them while monologuing, diffusing the tension with his smooth stride and smoother diction. "Heh...I gotta say, when I saw you come out last show and talk that big game about being the best around here, I was actually pretty glad...I was glad, because I knew that it meant all that hot air comin' out your mouth was heating up a nice serving of humble pie...a dish that's been getting mighty cold, stewing in my thoughts of revenge...so I couldn't help but call Matt up, ask for this match, and bite my nails in anticipation for the chance to put my hands on you...throw you around this ring like I want to do your boss, that slithering, sniveling b*****d, and take out some much needed frustration on BBW's newest addition."
The 'Michael Myers' approach had been perfectly paced so that his last words were said just as he was getting within inches of his opponent, Salem leaning into Summers' personal space to let his soft-spoken threat be felt more intimately. The fans, meanwhile, were eating up the escalating tension, cheering on "The Copperhead" as he stared down Brantley almost nose-to-nose...
"..So, open up, Summers. Because I'm about to serve that up on the end of my fist...but don't worry - I'll wash it down with a nice tall glass of whoop-a**!"
With that, Salem would suddenly swing the dangling microphone bulb into the side of Brantley's skull, trying to stun the more stoic and steely Summers with a surprise shot before the bell!
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 8:49 pm
Summers took a cheap shot at Summer before the match started and sent Brantley tumbling into the ropes. Freakshow was rubbing off on Salem. Soon after, the bell rang and the match began meaning everything was off limits. Summers began falling back into the turnbuckle, still dazed from the microphone shot.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 3:42 am
Salem's extensive fanbase bellowed with cheers at the mic check "The Copperhead" connected with before the bell rang. Right out the gate, a chant of "SAY-LEM CROFT!" broke out across the arena, Summers stunned and stumbling back into the corner. The Serpent locked eyes on its prey, the reddening whelp on Brantley's forehead beckoning for him to bust it open...
Approaching while Summers was still distracted, Salem would reach over and grasp the veteran by the chin with his right hand, tilting Summers' face to lock eyes with him. But just as quickly, Salem's hand would let go...his right shoulder going forward with the motion to crack his right elbow into the man's jaw!
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 5:34 pm
Summers had his face held up right before he had a face full of bow. Salem appeared as if he wanted to throw bows. Summers was not as adept at throwing bows as Vaseline Man, but he managed his way through bow throwers. This time, Summers was in no position to throw bows. Brantley couldn't lift his arms so he just went and felt some pain in that there jaw I tell ya what.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 5:57 pm
The crowd popped pleasantly from the impact of Salem's elbow into Summers' chin, prompting "The Copperhead to grab Brantley by the hair with his left hand while cocking back his right for another forearm smash!
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 6:01 pm
Summers had his hair grabbed, it was very close to shaven off, but it was Salem managed to get most of the cranium to keep it in place. The referee turned to Salem in an attempt to get them out of the corner. Spotting opportunity, Summers reacted the way any stooge would and quickly went for a double eye poke, split finger style on Salem.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 6:09 pm
Salem was close to nailing the second elbow when Brantley's stooge tactic blinded "The Copperhead" and sent him stumbling back a step, clutching his eyes. Vision blurry, ears ringing from the acute sting, Salem's nostrils flared as he turned back towards Brantley and threw a boot to his gut!
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 6:14 pm
Salem quickly went for a boot and sent Summers into a position where he was doubled over. This created a bad situation for summers but he was momentarily stuck there.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 6:21 pm
Brantley hunched over right into Salem's hip, and the young star wasn't one to pass up such a golden opportunity. Hooking his right arm around the veteran's neck, "The Copperhead" would wrench the hold and swing out a leg - using the added shift of momentum to guide him back into a DDT attempt!
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 8:56 pm
Brantley had his neck clasped in the arm of Salem. Croft kicked his leg back and Summers was forced to feel the bite of "The Copperhead" as he was sent face first into the mat. His face was beginning to take quite a beating, it was a pretty nice face to. Shame.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 2:58 am
Salem's signature DDT had done its job, crushing the front of Brantley's face into the canvas to thunderous cheers. Releasin his grip on impact, Croft kipped back up to his feet and swung his right arm at the elbow - bending it to a point before dropping hard to the mat to deliver a stinging elbow drop into Summers' spine!
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