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Blackjack has been rocked hard enough to put a normal man out for good. But to a psychopath like Blackjack that might as well have been a love tap. It was too Bison's detriment, and his benefit that this match had standard rules. He lost access to the type of weaponry that would let him put Blackjack down long enough to pin him; but that also meant he was safe from the type of hyper violence Blackjack was known for.

Blackjack wasn't staying down for long, but he wasn't springing back up at full steam either. He was behind in momentum already, but the kick had kickstarted the fight in Blackjack and it wouldn't be long before he was picking Bison apart.

Bison's bulk was his best asset, Blackjack didn't give him much credence however, size was irrelevant compared to pure life and death violence. That was a lesson that would sink in painfully as gravity suddenly started to rotate around him when Bison easily bodied Blackjack up and slammed him into the mat hard enough to shake the entire ring. His lungs collapsed, forcing the wind out of him and making his stunned diaphragm strain to reinflate his lungs. He writhed on the mat sucking in breath until air started moving normally again.

Blackjack's lungs had no time to recover. Before he could even fully regain his senses, Bison hoisted him into the air, and slammed him back into the mat again. Any air he might have pulled in while being manhandled was gone again, leaving him desperate for a breath of air. His body was starting to scream for oxygen, and his wits were scattered and disoriented. The audience was building to a roar, they sensed a series coming on and were thirsty for another bodyslam.

For the moment, it seemed like the crowd was getting what they wanted; but, Blackjack wasn't so easily incapacitated. Bison manhandling Blackjack was every bit as dangerous as jumping on a crocodile and trying to clamp it's mouth shut.

Luckily for Bison, a crazy Australian man once made that a national pastime. He hoisted Blackjack up onto his shoulder and with a running start to build the momentum he slammed Blackjack into the mat, adding his own weight to the impact. A lesser man would have expunged his innards like a packet of ketchup being stepped on.

Blackjack's entire body has been stunned, nothing seemed to work. His mind was fuzzy, a singular focus on restarting his breathing was the only signal being sent out.

The official slid to the mat and slapped the first count.

The audience counted along, they were frantic with anticipation. Bison's fans especially were boisterous, excited to see their idol move on through the tournament.

The match was over, Blackjack had been smashed into paste in the assault. It seemed as if he wasn't even aware of what was happening! The officials hand started to swing for the final count, and Blackjack jerked under Bison, managing to throw his arm up to break the pin.

He sucked in breath, the offical declaring the two count was drowned out by the angry jeers of Bison's fans.

Bison ramped up the assault, rebounding of the ropes before crashing down into a still struggling Blackjack. His arms and legs jerked forward from the force of the impact. He had just managed to suck in a breath of air when the process was started all over again from the elbow drop. The arena was buzzing with energy, the crowd was winding themselves up at the spectacle! As loud as the audience was, someone somewhere out in the crowd was laughing just loud enough to be heard.

Lifting Blackjack was like lifting a 260lb sack of loose sand in a stretchy sack. But the titanic Bison made it seem easy; and yet, even as he hoisted Blackjack up, and prepared to launch him a million feet down to the floor; and, even over the tremendous roar of the crowd now chanting for Blackjack to me hurled like a meteorite at the earth, that laugh could still be heard. It was as if someone out there was laughing at Bison!

SLAM!

Blackjack hit the floor and flopped over twice before stopping at the base of the ramp. He rolled limply, like he wasn't even aware he existed. The arena exploded with excited cheers, the fans at the corner of ringside and ramp were shouting out for Blackjack's attention, as if he had any to give.