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Bad Boy thought he had escaped! Trying to stand up before being yanked straight back down onto his chest! His arm being pulled back and again elbow pulled to hyper extension!

His other arm at the back of his head as he pressed his forehead into the mat, trying to concentrate his mind to anything other than the excruciating pain shooting through his shoulder and elbow!

Bad Boy felt the harder pull, slamming his fist into the mat as he yelled out in pain! His forehead still pressed to the mat, the pressure and pain to his arm was adding! Slamming his forehead once to the mat he looked up and saw what could be the closest side of the ring!

Pushing hard, he pushed off the mat with his free fist, getting a good amount of distance towards the ropes, and hoping it was enough to take Drako off balance to get rid of the pressure. One more attempt to pull using the free arm as he catches his foot on the bottom rope!

The Armbar was held on for an extra amount of time, Bad Boy screaming in more pain wondering why the hell this was still happening. The crowd getting loud with the booing.

Finally the hold was let go, and Brad pulled himself to the ropes, holding his elbow, keeping it slightly bent after that entire time Drako tried to hyper extend it. He didn't expect this amount of aggression out of the man that he fought a few years ago.

Brad sat himself up for a moment, leaning back on the bottom rope, still holding his arm.

Bad Boy had a moment looking up at the lights, turning his head to Drako, he sees the Champ rushing at him! Thinking quickly, Brad looks to adjust his body quickly, and try to land a Drop Toe Hold, hoping to catch Drako's neck into the middle rope!

Bad Boy was able to pull Drako onto the middle rope, and with his good arm he made sure Drako stopped from falling back, keeping him leaning forward on the middle rope.

Pulling himself up to his feet, Bad Boy tried to run and bounce off the opposite ropes, and come back jumping towards the ropes feet first, where he'd try to drive a Clothesline into the back of Drako, and dive through the ropes and land on his feet!

The crowd let out an "OHHHH!" as the Clothesline hit and Bad Boy landed on his feet on the outside, taking a second to shake his left arm to try to get the feeling back after the punishment thus far, and lifted it up and moved it around with the other arm trying to stretch it correctly.

After that Brad tried to roll back into the ring, right back to his feet to attempt to grab the back of Drako's head, and run towards the opposite of the ring. Jumping over the top rope, trying to pull Drako's neck across the top rope! Attempting the Macho Guillotine!

Just like that momentum was cut off immediately, and Bad Boy was caught in place, lifted up and dropped hard on his shoulders! Folded up like an accordion before flipping back fully onto his stomach.

His right hand was right on his shoulder and neck, holding onto both in pain! He stomped his foot into the mat, both in pain and in frustration that he couldn't get much going so far in the match! A full struggle to gain momentum!

Bad Boy had rolled to his back, still holding onto the shoulder. Staring up at the lights Brad was trying to focus his mind on the match, away from the ailing shoulder.

He needed to think of something to try to gain the offensive, but just as he started getting an idea he sees Drako flying at him! The only thing Brad could do was place his arms at his side, bracing himself as Drako landed on his midsection! The air was driven out of him, as his upper body and legs were up, folding up a bit from his body being blasted!