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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:26 pm
Instead of being easily yanked off, Justin would try to kick the large man back and then springboard the ropes and go for a moonsault to hopefully take Bison down
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:06 pm
Bison got kicked by Justin, stepping back. When he came with the moonsault the massive Bison caught him. With a smile he charged towards the ring apron with Justin held in front of him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 6:52 pm
Justin however though hadn't expected this and would try to wiggle down and push Bison towards the turnbuckle pole as he charged
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 1:15 pm
Bison held on tightly to Justin, having him upside down and in front of him. Justin struggled,but there was little means of escape as Bison rammed his back into the apron.Not wanting to let this chance slip by, Bison continued to hold onto Justin.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 5:04 pm
Justin would hang on the large man as he rammed him into objects surrounding the squared ring
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:10 pm
Bison heard the ref counting, reaching 4.
He looked down at the floor, smiling as he took the helpless Justin and dropped down with a piledriver onto the outside.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:11 pm
Spectacular would be drove into the outside floor of the arena and lay there as oppose to being almost dead
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:37 pm
The ref reached 6 in his count when Bison got back into the ring, raising his arms. "Alpha Male!" he shouted, seeing his victory clear as day as the ref counted 7.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:55 pm
8... The referee counted as he shot his arms into the air signifying that Spectacular had only a matter of time left to get into the ring, 9! He shouted as Justin began to regain himself 10! The referee yelled as Justin was just about trying to get up, the referee would signal this match to be over as Justin lay there.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 9:39 pm
The winner of this match as a result of a countout: The Alpha Male Bison Mbadi!
Bison raised his arms.
"Me! me!" he shouted. He looked at Justin.
"Watch this Dion!" he shouted, exiting the ring. He went over to gab Justin, thinking to irish whip him into the steel ring steps.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 6:15 pm
Justin would fly over the steel-steps his ribs aching in pain.
The referee would however roll out of the ring getting in the way of Bison yelling at him that the match is over.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 7:04 pm
Bison glared at the ref, trying to push past. He started to strip off the outside padding, revealing concrete flooring.
"No! Bison put that back!" the ref shotued.
"Stop or I'll reverse my decision!"
Bison glared at the ref.
"What!?"
"you heard me! now go to the back!"
Bison fumed and stormed out to the back, leaving Justin.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 7:49 pm
"Well, well..." a voice said from backstage, the cadence a signature of Salem Croft. His presence over the PA system was all it took to evoke the crowd's excitement as Bison exited the stage and Justin lay broken on the canvas. "Seems you're having a bit of trouble, Justin. Perhaps some...Instant Karma came back to bite you in the a**?"
Stepping out from behind the curtain, Salem revealed himself - still dressed in his typical faded black jeans, accented with its many silver buttons and snaps. His hands were each occupied - one held a microphone, while the other held a sturdy aluminum bat. His wrists, neatly wrapped to the elbow, showcased his fit physique that was scattered with tribal markings that spanned like sleeves down each arm. The faint stubble that clung to his chin and cheeks had been parted by Salem's broad, Cheshire-like grin as he casually made his way down the ramp.
"Damn, son. It looks like that Bison really did a number on you..." Salem said with a chuckle, steadily drawing closer to the fallen Justin. As he walked, Salem tapped the bat against the steel ramp, like the ticking of a doomsday clock about to chime its sinister bell. "Why, it looks like you can barely even stand!"
Standing over the helpless man now, Salem dragged the bat along the exposed concrete floor. The steel against the cement made a grating sound, as though it were a reaper's scythe thirsting for blood. Pulling it to his front, he brandished it for Justin with a wicked smile before tucking the blunt end up underneath the lad's chin, lifting his mewling face so as to look directly down at him.
"I do believe I owe you something." Salem said with a foreboding stare that made his smile all the more venomous.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 8:09 pm
With Bison leaving him to hold onto his ribs in pain Justin would look up instantly to the voice of Croft. As he made his way down to the ramp Justin would pull himself somewhat with the barricade's support however with no avail he was defensless. Almost like this was his recknoning. He watched the bat in Salem's hand and was in awe. He watched as the bat come up to his chin as Justin had a face, a face of begging for mercy almost. He was in no condition to fight. Surely security and referees would see this and he'd hope they would do something before this got out of hand. Lets face it though, this was already out of hand.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 9:05 pm
As Justin laid at his feet, struggling to get himself away by using the barricade as a crutch, Salem simply followed, never allowing Justin to get further than his bat could touch. About this time, the referee had approached Salem, trying to talk him down. With a glare, Salem froze the official in fright, momentarily disabling him from being able to interfere. Glancing back down at Justin, Salem would brandish the bat against Justin's cheek, tapping it gently with the cold aluminum.
"You should've known this was coming, Justin." Salem said, his tone unapologetic and merciless. "This was unavoidable. The moment you spat in my face, the second you disrespected my gesture of good will and tarnished the legacy of my family...you condemned yourself to this fate."
With a sudden swing of his arm, Salem would draw the bat back and look to strike Justin hard across the face with it, swinging it with enough force to bust the man's lip and teeth - but not enough to render him unconscious. Salem had more in store, tonight.
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