[Bison] vs Two Trainees

[Jerichoholic]

No one called for a kick out. There was no swell of last second support from the audience. The brutal scene of blood spilling from Darsh's mouth had left the people shell shocked and the three count was inevitable. The ref counted the fall and went about the business of checking the two young men. It took a second for him to start throwing up signals and whispering into his ear piece that help was needed. Darsh turning to lean over the top rope, legs wobbling just from trying to stay upright.  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison stood up, raising his arm.

the winner of this match: Bison Mbadi!

Bison turned to look at Darsh, smiling. He spun the rookie around, hoisting him and slamming him down beside alex with a Bison Buster!

Jr: oh come on! The fights already over!

King: Bisons sending another message, Jr!

Bison then grabbed a microphone and a bottle of Bisonade.

"And this concludes your very valuable lesson. I hope you two have fully absorbed the Body by Mbadi experience. Tell you what..for being such good sports, how about some free Bisonade"

He opened the bottle, pouring the sports drink on the rookies faces.

King: I prefer Bisonade in me instead of on me.

Bison tossed the bottle away, raising his arms once more as his music hit.  

[Jerichoholic]

The ref had to dodge out the way of the massive man when he grabbed Darsh. The backstage crew and authority were already surrounding the ring and remonstrating with Bison as he poured the drink over Alex and Dars. His music trumpeting his victory had lasted all of two seconds before it was interrupted by that of Donny, who was came bursting out the curtain like a man possessed, and unlike those armed with nothing more than pleas and threats of repercussions, Donny had a chair in hand, sliding under the bottom rope ready to swing if required.