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The chop Bison had hit Liam with, the stinging pain of it, had made Liam's legs weak, which had made him stagger into the corner. The hammer blow however was a different monster altogether. Liam's feet barely touched the mat as he flew into the corner, the impact of his back on the turnbuckle rippled through the ropes hard enough to shake all four sides.

His arms instinctively curled around the top rope before going slack, and young Liam slid down into a sitting position, hunched forward slightly. The ref leant in to check if he was still conscious, Donny doing the same, hoping onto the ring apron on his knees, calling out his name to try and get a response.

Bison's roar was soon followed by a panicked scream from on of the young women outside the ring as massive man came charging across the ring. The ref and Donny both moved just in time to be clear of the impact.

In stark contrast, Liam didn't make a sound as both size million feet collided with his face. His head rolled on his shoulders, eyes dull and unaware of his surroundings. The young man was well and truly out but the ref was no where close to check on him after scrambling away, being a bit nervous about inspecting the crash site. Whether or not that moments hesitation would result in Bison being able to do more damage before the official could do his job though, time would only tell.

Liam was nothing more but a rag doll by this point. From where he lay crumpled into the corner all the way up and over Bison's shoulder, Liam was limp, and it only took one and a half squats into the Grindset for the ref to wave off the match by knockout.

All the while Donny was glaring up at Bison, and once the sound of the bell rang out, he was instantly calling for a break to the hold along with the troop of trainees outside. The damage was more than done, that was clear to see, and the uncomfortable silence that had settled over the crowd was eerie. Liam may have deserved a lesson in patience and humility, but this had been a far shout from what Donny had intended.

Donny had dropped his head slightly at the sound of the bell, relief that the match was over washing over him as he dropped his awareness for just a moment. It was in that moment, no more than a couple seconds, Bison had made his move.

Liam was down, a dead weight on the mat, but that made no difference to the might of the giant man as he effortlessly catapulted him over his own head and sent him crashing towards the turnbuckle towards disaster. Perhaps it was Bison's strength, perhaps it was Liam not being able to resist, a combination of both even, but rather than collide with the turnbuckle, Liam instead cleared the padding altogether and crashed into the steel post beyond, the only thing saving him from an even worse landing being one of his friends who was ready to catch him as he spilled towards the floor.

It was a scream from the crowd who fore saw Bison's twisted intentions that stirred Donny from his moment of relief. By the time he had looked up, Liam was already half way over Bison's head and sailing through the air. The surrounding silence was replaced with an uproar from the audience who had all risen to their feet as one. Shock did little to stop the automatic response from Donny and the rest of his team as they all as one slid under or clambered over the ropes, intent of getting to the massive sadist. He would later curse himself for not doing it immediately, he should have been in that ring the second the bell rang, but for now, the Scotsman and the others simply saw red.