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 Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2023 2:09 pm
Summers was bumped around something fierce by "medium-style" stomps of the large man. Each stomp created a new Luger-esque noise released from the Main Event but stuck in the Midcard Marauder. Tossing and turning. Flipping and flopping. SIZZLIN' HOT was getting cooked by these stomps more than the competition's flavorless baked chicken breast. His staff was trying to rally behind him but Summers could only take a beating.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2023 11:42 am
Bison sent down a hail of stomping boots, rhe referee making a count to ten.
1...2...3...4!
Bison.stopped at the refs orders, stepping away.
"Where's your pedialyte now, huh!? Where's your energy!?" He shouted before he moved to drop a knee down on Summers head
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2023 2:15 pm
Clearly the Pedialyte was outside the ring. There were multiple spray bottles of it in the reach of the coaching staff. Towel spinning patrons with branded paper cups were sipping steady in the front row. The international advertisement revenue was palpable and the superior product was getting the shine outside the ring. The same couldn't be said for inside the ring however as the Main Event but stuck in the Midcard Marauder felt the mountain of a man Bison slam his knee down onto the back of SIZZLIN' HOT's head. This would cause the champ to do a head stand and flip over onto his back because of the sheer impact and force from Mbadi's knee. Reaching out to the heavens, Summers was in dire straits.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2023 9:34 pm
Bison clapped his hands together in a mocking manner, shouting down at the marauder.
"Come on, Summers! Cmon get up! You wanna be the main event right? You wanna be on top right? You wanna mock my brand?"
He towered over the prone Summers, the sheer size advantage emphasized by his standing and BS' lying down.
"Hey summers, still think I have no talent huh? This no talent Behemoth just put you down to the mat! I know..you just need some drank right? You just need some pedialyte! Cmon, lets get you some pedialyte! "
He bent down to grab summers, looking to yank him up and lift him high up with a military press. Bison had a plan to give him his sponsored beverage by throwing him out into his coaches and bottles on the outside of the ring!
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2023 12:57 pm
Summers was dragged to his feet and lifted up by the behemoth. Despite thinking it was too early to take this kind of bump, the all star athlete wasn't given much of an option from the much stronger man and was sent crashing into his coaching staff. Luckily, Pedialyte makes sure that bottles with their name won't spill so easily with super suction keeping the hydrating liquid secure. The group was luckily coordinated enough to minimize the Main Event but stuck in the Midcard Marauder's impact with the ground, but the fall from that height down had its effect. Summers would reach out grasping one of the spray bottles as he rolled off and sprayed downwards to heal as his staff groaned and crawled about.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2023 2:28 pm
"Just one more Pedialyte spot and we'll be able to get our bonus. Tell him to hang in there, Jack, we really need to draw this thing out and cash in at the most opportune time." Sticking one of his dental floss picks in his mouth, a little bit of sweat forms on the brow of Otunga, the kind of sweat that you get when your body has been properly rehydrated by regular consumption of electrolyte powder mixed with coffee. In a face paced, high pressure job like the barrister of MMI's, It was just what the doctor prescribed for the man who was once the advisor to John Laurinitis as General Manager of Monday Night Raw following his run with the Nexus Stable.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2023 2:54 pm
Bison spread his arms out as he turned to the crowd after throwing Summers out like a bag of trash.
"Who's SIZZLING HOT now!?" He shouted.
The caribbean colossus then stepped over the top rope, walking along the apron until he had a good angle on Summers. Bisons colgate smile returned as he tapped the side of his head.
"Mindsets!"
He then flexed his massove bicep, pointing to it.
" .. into grindsets!"
He then dropped from the apron aiming a massive 375 pound elbow drop for the marauder.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2023 4:34 pm
Summers was able to move out the way at the last second. The massive weight crushing him on the hard floor would have destroyed the Main Event but stuck in the Midcard Marauder. If Summers had not swished some Pedialyte just before, he would have been stuck dead in the water. Rolling onto his feet, SIZZLIN' HOT walked over to the barricade where the usual Cornette Face Shirt fan was.
"Look, I can't get over the whole death angle."
"Brother the best angles these days are over the top. Days in Our Lives... It's a beautiful thing. Bison here?.. Drinking too much of that Bisonade. Too many Bison Bars if you know what I mean." SUZZLIN' HOT responds with some exasperation. The Marauder used this time for his staff to collect themselves knowing this would not be a long hold up for Mbadi.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 7:20 am
Bison grit his teeth, hissing and wincing as he grabbed at his elbow, his back arched in pain. He took the big risk, but unfortunately there was no reward for this one. He dragged his body away from rhe wreckage , trying to find a ledge or something to help pull himself back up. Or at the very least get some space while Summers was preoccupied chatting away with a Corn-ball.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 7:07 pm
"You've been doing too many shenanigans, you've lost some edge. Too much behind the scenes. Too much branding. You're not blurring the line, you're just confusing people."
"No such thing as too much branding." SIZZLIN' HOT would squirt some Pedialyte into the empty souvenir cup of the Cornette face shirt fan. The vocal regular needed a more hydrating beverage than his usual Diet Sprite. The Main Event but stuck in the Midcard Marauder would take one last sip himself before heading over to Bison looking to land a double axe handle to the back of the head of the rising Mbadi. Lots of hand offense for a gloveless Summers this match.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2023 11:22 am
Bison was cralwing away until he felt the arms of Summers come down in the back of his head. With a grunt his hesd dropped down, desperately trying to swat at the marauder.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2023 5:25 am
Bison looked like Jose Ramirez swinging with his head down. The massive palm of Mbadi caught Summers in the face and sent him to the ground with a surprised expression. The Main Event but stuck in the Midcard Marauder was briefly shook before scrambling back to his feet. All it takes is one lucky shot for you to look like a bum, Tim Anderson, hero to the Chicago crowd of Vengeance the last PPV cycle, knew all about it.
The Coaching Staff had made their way to their feet during this exchange and quickly ran over to their all star athlete to cut their boss off before he could charge back at Bison and reclaim some pride. In classic hold me back baseball scrum fashion, the group kept SIZZLIN' HOT at bay while he shouted out to Bison, "You wanna play like that?! Potato me mid-match? Come on! Come get your receipt you punk!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2023 3:28 pm
Bison reached the ring apron, slowly pulling himself back to his feet as he rubbed his head. He glared back at Summers, cracking his neck.
"Potato? Ill mash you, boy! You wanna give me a receipt huh? Try and give me a receipt!" He shouted befire he charged, aiming to throw a big boot over the blocking coach and into the sizzling hit marauders face.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2023 2:15 pm
Soaring around the heads of the coaching staff, Bison's probably high teens size foot collided with Summers face coming close to leaving a Rick James-esque imprint. The boot was square on SIZZLIN' HOT's face and it sent him crashing into barricade and down to a sitting position as he held it. The Coaching Staff scrambled around as to not cause a disqualification but there was a plan to stifle Mbadi if he tried to further his approach on their boss. Vaseline Man and Jack James would slyly empty so Pedialyte squirt bottles to pool a little in front of the Main Event but stuck in the Midcard Marauder hoping to as the kids say, catch Bison slipping.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2023 9:20 pm
Bison beat his chest
"So much about your receipts, boy!" He bellowed.
The caribbean colossus approached his opponent, being halted as he felt the friction under his boots drop as he made staggering steps. He looked down to see a puddle of liquid, to which he really hoped didnt come out of someones body. He then spoted the empty bottles of pedialyte, better onnthe floor than in someone's stomach at least, and saw the coaches. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at Summers coaching team with murder in his gaze.
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