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 Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:20 am
Drako is met with a strike to the forehead, making him reel back against the ropes. That hair tie is coming even further loose as well and it seems the only reason he remains on his feet is the fact that his right arm grabs the ropes to hold him up
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:22 am
With Drako still not solid on his feet, Nuke grabs hold of his arm. He looks back at the table on the far turnbuckle for a second.
Thinking. Calculating.
Fusion then leans his shoulder into Drako's and pulls back, aiming a hard Irish Whip at the table!
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:28 am
Drako puts up very little resistance here as Nuke powers him towards the table with a hard irish whip. Unfortunately, the Soaring Dragon can't seem to fight back at this point and crashes through the table shoulder first in the corner, gaining loud cheers from the crowd as he ends up in the rubble of the table, more or less seated against the bottom turnbuckle
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:31 am
Part of Nuke half-expected Drako to pull off a superhero stunt and dodge out of the way of that, but the Dragon was put down once more.
Control, complete control, from Nuke.
This time he looked at the chair he had set up in the center of the ring. He shifted it towards Drako, just a few feet away.
Stepping back he ran at the chair, aiming to use it to leap up and catch Drako in the rubble with a flying elbow!
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:36 am
The Dragon isn't living up to the Soaring Part of his name at this point, so it seems Nuke has decided to take it from him. Before Drako can get his full bearings about him again, Nuke drives an elbow across his chest, the latest in a long line of attacks to his abdomen. Survival instinct kicks in as he rolls to the side, ending up rolling out under the rope to the floor outside
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:39 am
If the table wasn't already broken into shattered pieces before, it sure was now, as Nuke's body went crashing into it.
"Aaaargh!!"
Fusion cried out in pain as his elbow met shards of wood, and he immediately gripped it, rolling to the side.
A small drip of blood was seen through his fingertips, leaving a growing crimson pool on the canvas beneath him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:44 am
on the floor outside, Drako's hair finally comes loose completely and he doesn't have it in him to care. He rolls to the side again until he reaches the wall and uses it to pull himself up
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:49 am
Whether from adrenaline or just pure fury, Nuke punched the canvas with his injured arm and a small snarl came across his face.
Whatever thoughts came across his mind that moment were dark, and that.. that darker side of Nuke might be coming back here.
Fusion looked over to see that Drako had escaped, and was now up against the cell.
Getting to his feet and shaking his arm, some blood flicking across the canvas, he readied and.. ran at the ropes, aiming a Suicide Spear through the ropes!
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:52 am
Drako is up again, and just about everything hurts. He expected as much when he made this match what it was. He brushes his hair out of his face and turns to find movement in the ring. Nuke comes at him through the ropes, with deadly intentions, so at the last moment Drako dives to the side to avoid the spear, letting Nuke crash where he will
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:54 am
Nuke saw Drako's movement too late, and watched as he got out of the way of the incoming spear. But.. it was just too late to change his movement.
Fusion ended up crashing hard into the cell well, and .. it came crashing down on the outside!
It made contact with the fan barricade, forcing several of them to step back.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:59 am
Drako forces himself up as he hears the crash into the wall, followed by the sound of some bolts or ties popping as the wall comes down under the weight of Nuke crashing into it.
The Soaring Dragon walks over to where Nuke would likely be lying on top of the cell wall he'd just crashed through and a gleam enters his eye. One could argue the Damones get more dangerous when they're allowed outside of the cell and Drako is determined to prove it.
Drako steps onto the chainlink in order to step completely to the outside, then reaches over to pull Nuke up by his hair and off of the wall
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 4:03 am
Nuke put up zero fight as he was dragged up by his hair and away from the cell wall that had dropped.
The crowd let off their chants..
"Ho-ly s**t! Ho-ly s**t! Ho-ly s**t!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 4:06 am
The Soaring Dragon has a plan in mind, one he's pulling from big brother again. Fitting, given this was his brother's match. Attempting to pull Nuke around to the announcer's table, Drako would then attempt to kick him in the gut to double him over, the goal to plant him through said table with a Jackknife Powerbomb
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 4:08 am
Dragged over unceremoniously by his hair, Nuke was under full control here, with little chance to actually get away from Drako.
The kick to the gut did, indeed, double him over.. and soon he was ready for this powerbomb.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 4:11 am
Time to follow through. Drako has Nuke in position and now he'd have to fight through the pain he'd endured as he looks to complete the Jackknife through the table, ready to finally put Nuke down for good here
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