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First to seize the opportunity, Darsh was on Bison as he stumbled into the ropes. With Alex behind him, he went to grab the larger man's forearm with one arm and nudge him with his shoulder, bouncing him of the ropes before pulling hard on the arm for an Irish Whip towards the opposite ropes.

If that worked, Alex would step towards Darsh and let his partner hoist him up into a Gorilla Press, waiting for Bison to rebound towards them before tossing Alex into him, aiming to take Bison out with a hard cross body from Alex.

Alex was sent for the proverbial ride. Kicking his legs furiously, he could do nothing as he soared over Bison's head, cleared the top rope with ease and bounced painfully onto the floor before the momentum rolled him into the barricade, arching his back in pain as members of the audience leaned over to get a better look at the damage.

Back in the ring, Darsh and been stunned for just a moment, a moment he may yet come to regret, but he eventually followed up his partners misfortune as he now charged, hoping to once again catch Bison unawares whilst the big man's bag was still close to the ropes with a big boot attempt, his leg coming up high enough to at least aim square for his opponents neck.

Turned upside down and inside out. The powerful clothesline came out with enough power to dump Darsh back onto his shoulders, his body folding up like an accordion due to the force before, almost comically, flopping onto the mat, leaving the larger of the two staring up at the lights, a long, pained groan wheezing out of him.

Darsh found himself on spaghetti legs as he was hauled back up to his feet, the big yet smaller man spinning on his heel against his will as Bison set him up and sent him flying with what relative ease. The seemingly limitless strength the colossus had on display was impressive, just as much as the booming impact, but the thing that would be highlighted time and time again in the TV replays was the speed and hang time, Darsh once again coming down hard on his shoulders.

Slung up and over Bison's shoulder, Darsh hung limply like a rag doll as the seven footer set up for a running power slam. Alex however, who in that time had been slowly pulling his way up onto the apron. Waiting for the right moment, he sprung the second Bison turned with Darsh perched on his shoulder, looking for a last hail Mary cross body to try and faze the pro at all.

Tremors echoed from the centre of the ring all the way to the ropes. The sound of both men being slammed violently to the mat sounded like a thunder clap and both men, side by side, went still, save for the occasional twitch. The crowd had erupted the moment Alex had been snatched out the air, forgetting for a moment that the large behemoth was the heel. Some feats of strength just had to be cheered on after all.

The anticipation of what was to come coursed through the people in attendance. Darsh's arms were slung over the ropes, Alex leaning against him, just about enough strength left in him to stop him collapsing to the floor. In the time it took him to gather up enough energy to take a step out of the corner, Bison was picking up speed half way across the ring.

Both feet buried in his chest, that step out was wiped clear by a hard lurch back, whiplash damn near snapping his neck. Pushed back into Darsh once more, the big man suffered the worst of the blow. His back compressed the turnbuckle buffers to near breaking point, and his mouth was smashed in with the back of Alex's skull. Alex collapsed like a felled tree, straight as a ruler. The pain kept Darsh awake, both hands clasping at the bloodied mess that was his mouth, too focused on counting teeth to fight back.