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 Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 3:40 pm
"The following contest is the first ever Bloodbath Match! The ring and outside area has been coated with a blood-like substance, and the only way to win is by knocking your opponent unconscious! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 9:23 pm
 The nights main event was ready to begin. After the show they've already been watching the audience was rabid for tonight's bloodbath match. After the devastation left by Blackjack at Solar Slam the audience was ready to see Blackjack get what was coming to him in a Bloodbath match. Still the audience as a whole felt the stipulation was foreboding, Blackjack has proven over and again that every match he was in was a bloodbath. Despite the valliant efforts of a portion of the audience, when Blackjack's entrance began, it was just to unsettling for the audience to begin booing chants. And so the child's voice began to sing a disturbing lullaby. The song sucked the anticipation from the audience and left the mass of bodies nearly silent. Just as the girl finished her morbid song, Blackjack's ghastly theme filled the disturbed silence. Blackjack emerged onto the stage riding astride a massive sow.
The pig was dressed in a gray shirt and jeans. It was crowned with a short cut brown wig. The pig even wore a replica championship belt. It was obvious the sow was dressed up to resemble the OECW Seasons Champion Brody Robinson. His jacket was opened up showing off the BBW World Championship title. Blackjack rode the sow down the ramp to the ringside. A makeshift ramp was placed at the apron giving the sow a foothold to climb up into the ring where Blackjack guided her. He climbed off of the pig, stood up and picked up a microphone from a ring attendant. Standing in the ring, Blackjack looked out to the confused audience and grinned. "A bloodbath isn't a bloodbath with a blood-like substance." Blackjack pulled a familiar knife from his pocket and flicked his wrist, opening the butterfly knife with a flourish.
Bending down, the BBW World Champion sliced the blade across the terrified sow's throat. It bellowed a gut wrenching squeal as torrents of fresh blood surged over the ring. The pig fell and convulsed violently as blood continued to stream out coating the ring and spilling to the floor. The arena quickly filled with the stench of iron. As the Brody pig shuddered one last time and fell still, the silence was finally broken by the outraged boos of the audience. Blackjack laughed and lifted the microphone to his face. Shouting "Now let's bring out the next pig for slaughter! Cue his music!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 12:24 pm
Quickly obliging the BBW World Champ, the opening riffs of Judas' Priest's One Shot At Glory started to play through Nationwide Arena's sound system, causing the crowds reaction to switch over from half-frightened boos to uproarious applause for the Ohio-born brawler. But after a few seconds of waiting, the crowds reaction began to die down after Brody failed to make a proper entrance, replaced by the low murmur of worry as the music was abruptly cut. Maybe Brody was too afraid of Blackjack to appear. Maybe Blackjack's horrid display made him flee the arena to avoid a similar fate...
However, all worries were silenced as Brody Robinson jogged through the backstage curtains, and the crowd once again began to cheer despite their discomfort at the events that had transpired just minutes ago. But Brody didn't look to be interested in their opinion at the moment, instead stopping to pull the curtain back, allowing two stagehands pushing a handcart to walk onto the stage. The trio quickly crossed the stage and started down the ramp, barely giving one of the cameras enough time to focus on the look of quiet worry currently displayed on Brody's face as they went. Upon reaching ringside, Brody charged up the ramp they had erected for Blackjack's pig and climbed through the ropes while the ring hands positioned their cart next to the ring. Taking care not to rip the pigs wound open any further, Brody, with all the difficulty that comes with moving a large mound of dead weight, pushed the pig's corpse to the edge of the ring, letting the stagehands finish the job of pulling it off the side and onto the cart. Pointing up the entrance, Brody urged the two men to get the pig backstage as fast as possible. As soon as they started on their grim push up the ramp, Brody wiped his bloody hands on his jeans and turned to Blackjack, face having rearranged at some point from worry to a look of sheer anger. Stepping up to the Champion, he stopped inches away from his face, pointed back to the ramp, and began to shout loud enough to be heard a few rows into the audience.
"Ya think that's ********' funny? Bringin' an innocent animal out here and slitin' is throat in front of all these people? I knew you were a crazy son of a b***h, but what in the hell was that?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 1:43 pm
Blackjack smirked at Brody's indignation over the slaughter of a slab of bacon. He was more than pleased that the OECW Seasons Champion felt the need to strain himself to remove the carcass of his stand in. Then Brody approached the real champion in the ring, and challenged his actions. "That little man, was only the beginning!" Then without waiting for the bell to ring, without bothering to remove his dress coat, his signature bowler hat, or even his own BBW World Championship belt; Blackjack swung the microphone he held attempting to catch Brody in the head with a surprise attack, using the microphone as an improvised blackjack.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 2:00 pm
The feedback anyone would expect from a mic colliding with a human head crackled throughout the arena, and Brody recoiled violently from Blackjack's surprise attack. His hand reflexively went to the point of impact to check for currently non-existent bleeding, and it was going to take a moment for his head to re-calibrate after the collision.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 6:40 pm
When his surprise attack connected, Blackjack tossed the microphone aside and charged at Brody. Trying to catch Brody under a thigh, Blackjack would attempt to lift the bulky man up and slam him down spine first into the still warm pool of pig blood that covered the canvas.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 7:10 pm
Still reeling from his uncomfortable meeting with the microphone, Brody didn't have a chance to get away from Blackjack's slam, the sound of which echoed faintly in the arena. Brody's back arched slightly from the pain, and he ground his teeth to keep from shouting. And on top of it all, his shirt was now soaking up plenty of that fresh pigs blood. Not exactly a great start for the brawler, but he was already thinking of ways to turn this around...
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 8:11 pm
Bouncing back up from delivering an early match spinebuster, Blackjack roared his superiority out. He took the time do divest himself of his jacket, hat, and even the championship belt strapped around his waist. Once he'd relieved himself of such restrictive burdens, his attentions would again return to the OECW Champion. "Get your a** back up you thick-skulled nimrod, that was just a handshake. I've got more in store for your big dumb a**."
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 5:55 pm
While Blackjack removed his extraneous clothing, Brody used the extra time to regain his faculties. He started climbing back up, stopping for a moment when the BBW Champ started throwing insults. With a grunting laugh, Brody climbed back to his feet, making sure to stand outside of Blackjack's immediate reach.
"Now now. No need to be rude. We're both gentlemen, after all."
Brody didn't move in for an attack, instead deciding to let Blackjack make the next move...
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:50 am
Both men were staring each other down, Brody opting to let Blackjack attack. A good plan to ready yourself against an attack from a psychotic man. Blackjack understood this as well, and so he did something out of character. The BBW World Champion raised one arm, outstretched towards Brody. "Gentlemen eh? Then lets start this off right." Even the crowd was stunned, Blackjack was offering Brody a test of strength.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 7:09 am
Brody was as stunned as the crowd. So much so that he found himself staring at Blackjack's raised hand like it was some sort of amazing sight. Shaking out his head to rid himself of his unnecessary awe, Brody decided to not waste any more time and accepted Blackjack's test of strength, but he would make no attempt to do anything other than match Blackjack's effort. He was still in the 'let the opponent make his own mistake' mindset, and he was going to stick with it for a while.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 1:42 pm
Of course it was surprising to everyone when Blackjack offered the test of strength, and the audience loved that Brody accepted it. Of course as soon as Brody locked up hands with Blackjack, the BBW Champion would show his true colors. Rather than pit his strength against Brody's, Blackjack would yank back on his opponent and aim a swift kick for Brody's balls.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 2:07 pm
Maybe he thought Blackjack was actually going to work through the test of strength like a honorable man. Maybe he thought Blackjack would go for a shot to the chest, something he had been preparing for. Whatever the case, Brody didn't think he was going to get hit in the nuts, and he paid for that carelessness. His legs nearly gave out from the ungentlemanly kick, and he immediately broke his grip on Blackjack's hands to move his hands down to quell his groin. Now doubled over, Brody tried not to think about the pain in his nethers by concentrating on his anger that Blackjack was treating him like a complete stooge.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 4:15 pm
(Sorry for the delay) When Blackjack's kick left a humiliated Brody doubled over, the dashing dealer grinned and reached out to cup Brody's chin; like a man inspecting a pretty girl. Then he flung his other hand about aiming to slap Body with an insulting open palm slap!
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 11:14 am
[The winner of this contest is Blackjack.]
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