The words appeared on the Titantron as the lights went dark then reappeared as bright orange and yellows fixtures filled the arena with color. An Iteration by The Armed screamed over the PA system as a wave of distortion swallowed the crowd. The crowd begun to boo heavily as they now recognized who this was gonna be. This dang cheater who wouldn't get off the show if his live depended on it. He was undefeated but how much of that was due to him, and how much of that was due to Rosario was up for debate. But if money was their goal, no one could say they weren't succeeding.
The medley screeched as the heel rushed out with his arms up, his ripped upper chest on display. A smile was worn on his face as he posed. He completely no sold the hate, how was he supposed to be responsible for Rosario knocking Better Then You's foot off of the rope! Dean Johnson was covered with small bandaids, covering up his cuts and lacerations from last weeks affair. Cupping marks also surrounded his back. Last week was absolute chaos and one of the most uncertain times in his life and if he liked it or not, it took a toll on him.
"Standing at 6 foot 5, and 240 lbs. From Portland Maine.... Deaaaan Johnson"
Dean slid his hair to the side with a nod as a smile engulfed his face. And from behind walked out his mentor, the man with the mouth, Rosario! This time Rosario wasn't wearing the Indie shirt but instead had a flamingo hawiian shirt un buttoned and waving around. The crowd had saw him earlier in the night and it seemed like he didn't feel like changing. He looked as good as ever as he directed the rookie to the ring. Bison was a bigger guy, and Bison proved himself last week, this wasn't gonna be easy. Some could argue this was Dean's biggest challenge yet, and what a way to prep for a title match at Wrestlemania!
The crowd were ignored as the two men approached the ring. Rosario jumped on the apron, clapping with support as Dean slid in and walked to the center of the ring. Dean went into his corner, waiting his opponent. Dean did some study work on Bison before the match and knew he was in for it. Maybe he wouldn't be able to pull off a submission, but Dean still had confidence he could figure something out.
[X] The lights off in the arena as the music hit. Smoke atarted to rise on the stage as the Alpha Male came up on a lift.
I torture you~ Take my hand through the flames I torture you~ Im a slave to your (Im just a sucker for pain!) Games I wanna chain you up! I wanna toe you down! I'm just a sucker for pain!
Bison raised his arms as flames blasted from the sides of the stage, the lights turning back on as the Caribbean Colossus walked down the ramp with purpose.
making his way to the ring from Barbados. Coming in at 7 feet 380 pounds, the Alpha Male: Bison! I'm a sucker for pain I got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles Pressure from the man got us all in rebellion We gon' go to war, yeah, without failure Do it for the fam, dog, ten toes down, dog Love and the loyalty that's what we stand for Alienated by society, all this pressure give me anxiety Walk slow through the fire Like, who gon' try us? Feeling the world go against us So we put the world on our shoulder
Bison headed up the corner steps, stepping over the ropes into the ring. He stood in the middled of the ring, beating his chest shoutong "ALL HAIL! THE ALPHA MALE!"
He then turned to the other side, giving a sidechest pose to show off his ever impressive physique before heading to his corner.
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2023 10:16 am
Now this was a man. This was a behemoth. Dean looked up as the man had an easy foot over him and about what looked like +150 pounds on him as well. This was definitely going to be a challenge. Dean popped his shoulders, still feeling slight stings from last shows cuts. Rosario clapped to try and get Dean ready, but he knew that there was gonna need to be more.
The crowd was free from any football fans and there was anticipation in the air as the bell rung. The match was now on.
Dean would walk forward offering a lock up, but if bison would go to accept it he would disengage and back up again, not actually trying to tie up with this giant. How could he even approach?
Bison met Dean for the lockup, looking infuriated when he retreated form the test of strength. Bison gave him an insulting slap across the face "What you scared huh? Be a man! Come on!" He egged the fisherman on.
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2023 6:18 pm
"Krak!"
Dean's face fell to the side as the slap registered. Another slap! two weeks in a row! The disrespect hurt more then the slap did and even though he wanted to play it smart, he just couldn't help but to fall into the trap. Dean smiled as he looked back at Bison and went to deliver with a hard forearm across the head of the larger man. And if he was successful he would follow it up with a flurry
As Bison egged him on, the bait was taken as Dean came firing back. Blow after blow sent Bison stepping back towards his corner. It was then Bison looekd to truly spring the trap, looking to catch a waistlock and hoist Dean intonthe corner. If successfil he would follow with a series of shoulder thrusts.
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2023 8:57 pm
"Oof...Ooof...Oooof"
The fisherman felt each one connect, one by one, as Bison was really targeting his gut. What was really bothering him was his wounded back rubbing against the turnbuckle. He needed to use some power and get his back facing an open direction!
As Bison was continuing the shoulder thrusts Dean would try to latch onto Bison's head on the last thrust and get a front face lock locked in just enough to turn the tables and get Bison in the corner. If he succeeded he wouldn't strike but would try to wrap Bison's left arm into the ropes, attempting to stretch the arm. Dean was gonna have to pick a part and stick with it if he wanted anything to be done, he didn't care what the ref or the fans had to say.
Bison was swung, his thick arm wrapped around the ropes and extended. He roared in pain as his arm was wrenched, aiming a headbutt to break free.
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2023 9:24 pm
“1….tw-“
The referee didn’t need to count any farther, as the head butt connected and Dean went stumbling backwards. This was perfectly fine for the referee as he didn’t want to have to be any more involved then was required, especially with Dean involved.
Bison was now free as Dean would stumble back to lay against the opposite turnbuckle. He was safe here…right?
Bison huffed as he rubbed his arm. This wouldnt stop the rampaging bull, however, as he charged across the ring for a thunderous corner body splash!
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2023 6:05 am
That is one big guy! Not quite as big as he first thought but atill really freaking huge. And he felt every but of his bigness as Dean felt portions of his back and shoulder pop. Usually that would be a relaxing experience but this time it was more on the line of exhausting as Dean plopped down to his butt. He didn't want to give Bison any more chances for shoulder thrusts, or splashes, or any sort of corner attack
Rosario started to clap, cheering on Dean. His guy was down but he didnt see that being a terrible thing just yet. He went to start a Dean chant but instead a small Bison chant began around the arena.
Bison had to pause for half a second. Was the audience cheering for him? That was new. He could only guess his opponent was someone they wanted to see dominated and destroyed. With an internal shrug Bison aimed a series of right handed punches for Deans head as he sat in the corner.
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2023 10:44 pm
Dean saw the punches coming. There wasn't much he could do, but so far Bison had been relentless and he still had enough wits in him to expect such. Bison got one in but before any more came he would try to slip his upper torso between the ropes signaling a rope break and getting the referee to step in between the two men.
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