Jason LaClaire
Specter rounds some punches at Jasons face after the flip. LaClaire gaurded his face and finnally got a hold of an arm. His other arm snaked around the side of her head and he used that leverage to flip Specter off of him. He got on a hammer lock on her. With a quick bend of the knees he picked her up and lefted her back in a hammorlock suplex.
He cleared his head again and lifted Specter back to her feet. A quick kick to her guy and he placed her head between his legs. He lifted Specter up and tossed her in a sickening powerbomb inot the turnbuckle. Specter landed on the turnbuckle squarly on her spine. She crumpled on the match and LaClaire quickly hooked the leg for the pin.
The ref hit the match and began the count.
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...easing out from backstage...
Specter Woven of Shadows(Riders of the Storm)
...Specter slinks down the ramp and sits beside Blade at the announcers' table. Still holding an ice pack against the back of her skull, but doing her best to appear well enough to be in public.
She turns her attention to Hunter, and settles down to wait for the match to begin...
...Specter slinks down the ramp and sits beside Blade at the announcers' table. Still holding an ice pack against the back of her skull, but doing her best to appear well enough to be in public.
She turns her attention to Hunter, and settles down to wait for the match to begin...
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Suffering from extreme boredom..........
Nyeka
Absolute silence descended in the arena, as if everything inside had been frozen into a frightened immobility. People stopped talking altogether, the sounds of people moving about were cut short. The silence was almost deafing that it made ones ears ache as they sought after the vanished sounds. A cold, errie wind began to howl, moaning like something in pain, something dying by inches. It swirled around like an angry cyclone that somehow was more frightening then the pounding lightening of the worst thunderstorm. It was as if this wind was a living thing, with an array of emotions. Love, passion, greed, anger, and hatred. Some of the wind was drawing closer together in a column in the center of the whirlwind, forming a solid, slightly irregular shape, thicker at the bottom then at the top, with the image of a cape appearing. The wind swirled at the apparition's cape, but seemed not to disturb the figure from it's course of settling into a chair beside the Prez. Then suddenly the wind died as Nyeka finally got comfortable, her cape flickering before it shifted from view.
Leaning over she nodded to Specter, and then turned her attention to Hunter. "Hey, Hunter, if all else fails I could always jump into the ring with ya. It seems that the people I was supposed to fight has decided to take their sweet ol' time and I'm getting bored!" She turned and eyed the Prez and Blade coolly. "Ya know, you really should work on booking fights were everyone shows up." With that said she turned and eyed Hunter with wicked interest, jumping in the ring was starting to sound better and better....
Absolute silence descended in the arena, as if everything inside had been frozen into a frightened immobility. People stopped talking altogether, the sounds of people moving about were cut short. The silence was almost deafing that it made ones ears ache as they sought after the vanished sounds. A cold, errie wind began to howl, moaning like something in pain, something dying by inches. It swirled around like an angry cyclone that somehow was more frightening then the pounding lightening of the worst thunderstorm. It was as if this wind was a living thing, with an array of emotions. Love, passion, greed, anger, and hatred. Some of the wind was drawing closer together in a column in the center of the whirlwind, forming a solid, slightly irregular shape, thicker at the bottom then at the top, with the image of a cape appearing. The wind swirled at the apparition's cape, but seemed not to disturb the figure from it's course of settling into a chair beside the Prez. Then suddenly the wind died as Nyeka finally got comfortable, her cape flickering before it shifted from view.
Leaning over she nodded to Specter, and then turned her attention to Hunter. "Hey, Hunter, if all else fails I could always jump into the ring with ya. It seems that the people I was supposed to fight has decided to take their sweet ol' time and I'm getting bored!" She turned and eyed the Prez and Blade coolly. "Ya know, you really should work on booking fights were everyone shows up." With that said she turned and eyed Hunter with wicked interest, jumping in the ring was starting to sound better and better....
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