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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2025 8:48 am
The official started counting, and the audience counted with him.
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2...
Blackjack was motionless, had he been killed?
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No, no he hasn't. Blackjack was showing signs of life.
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The count was starting to slow, but Blackjack was pushing himself up. His movements were slow, almost sluggish, but he got his feet under him and stood up.
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Blackjack stretched his back out, and twisted from side to side, as if he was simply working some minor stiffness out.
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The count reached him finally and he stopped what he was doing. He turned towards the ring grinning.
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Blackjack slipped his hand into his back pocket, and pulled something out held tightly in his grip. Then he charged the ring and rolled in under the ropes, only to roll right back out, starting the count over again. He grinned up at Bison and shrugged, casually walking around the ring.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2025 11:54 am
Bison spread his arms, confused at blackjack antics. What, ge wanted to just pace around the ring now? That won't do, the audience demanded a show. Bison rolled out of the ring, pursuing Blackjack
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2025 8:14 am
2...
Blackjack was circling the ring now, watching Bison. The official was calling for him, continuing the count out.
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Blackjack threw his arms up when Bison rolled out of the ring causing a swell in the screams of the fans who were growing more and more thirsty for his particular brand of violence.
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Bison was walking right into Blackjack's hands, the moment he turned the corner around the ring, Blackjack charged him, leaping at his chest knees first to try and drive Bison to the floor with a Lou Thez press, followed up by a series of heavy punches aimed for Bison's face!
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2025 5:12 pm
Bison was caught by surprise as he turned the corner, dropping backto the floor and proceeding to have his head pummeled.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2025 8:56 pm
Blackjack unloaded on the downed Bison until the official broke the count out to instead threaten Blackjack with disqualification.
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4!
Blackjack stood at four. He stepped away and rolled back into the ring, climbing the ropes to perch and watch Bison. Waiting for him to recover enough to stand. The moment he rose, Blackjack would jump down at him, aiming to bring an elbow down directly only Bison's head.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2025 9:15 pm
(24 hour auto)
5!
The count continued, and Bison was finally showing signs of life. He started getting up to his feet after shaking the cob webs out of his brain. He only had a moment of clarity however, because as soon as he stood up, Blackjack leapt high into the air above Bison. As he fell towards his opponent out of the ring, he brought his elbow to bare. He made sure to drive it home directly to the top of Bison's head before the rest of his body weight came crashing down crumpling the former champion.
1!
The count restarted with Blackjack having left the ring, and he lay on the floor holding his back. It seemed he hadn't fully shrugged off the powerslam series from earlier.
2!
The count was barely loud enough for Blackjack to hear over the adulation from the audience. They were consumed by a lust for violence, and now they were getting it.
3!
Blackjack started to push himself back to his feet. He grinned down at Bison and considered trying to get the Behemoth up and into the ring, but that seemed like a lot of extra effort. So instead he moved to the apron, and pulled several chairs out, tossing them into the ring.
4!
What was this! Chairs?! That shouldn't be allowed! This was a normal rules match wasn't it?
Well little did the wrestling community at large know, but Blackjack's contact stipulated that any match he partook in, was automatically no DQ. As such he was preparing a trap for when Bison got his second wind.
5!!
Blackjack rolled into the ring and started setting up the half a dozen chairs around the ring. Setting one up in the center and plopping down in it, patiently waiting.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2025 9:29 pm
Bison pulled himself up, rolling back into the ring.he was not going to face another count out like he did agaisnt Dean. He used the ropes to return to a vertical base, looking at all the chairs in confusion.
"What the hell is all this?"
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2025 9:38 pm
Once Bison pulled himself back into the ring Blackjack smirked. He was impressed that the big man was able to get up at all. "It makes sense you're not done yet. I suppose I knew it wouldn't be enough. After all, you've got to have brains for them to be able to be scrambled." He spread his arms out, "What's all this then you ask? Haven't you ever seen a chairs match?" He asked comically, "You're free to take it up the ramp if this is too much, not-the-champ." Blackjack made no move, he was sitting in a chair in the center of the ring without a care in the world.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2025 9:50 pm
Bison nearly laughed in shock.
"You....want to allow ME....access to weapons? You really are crazy" he grabbed a nearby chair, folding it up.
"Enjoy the ambulance ride, blackjack"
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2025 10:05 pm
A gleam flashed through Blackjack's eyes, as if Bison's response had been exactly the Christmas gift he had been hoping for. Bison grabbed a chair and started folding it up, no doubt he was dreaming up whatever basic assault he could come up with. Blackjack did laugh, Bison's only chance would have been to object. There were no words, no warning from the psychopath. He stood quickly, and in the same motion he threw the chair he was sitting on directly at Bison. He turned the throw into a charge diving into a drop kick aimed at Bison's chest.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2025 10:19 pm
Having visions of caving blackjack heads in with a chair passing his mind, Bison spotted the chair flying at him. With a quick reflex he swatted it out of the air with his chair, sparing him from a steel laden assault, but that was the distraction the psychopath wanted as he planted his boots into bisons broad chest, taking him off balance as he stumbled back into the ropes.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2025 10:34 pm
Blackjack hit the ground now that all his momentum had been transferred into Bison's chest, but he was far from over. He kipped up off of the mat into a standing position in front of Bison. Seeing him staggered against the ropes, Blackjack pressed the issue. He leapt up to the second ropes, grabbing for Bison's throat with one hand to stabilize himself, and raising the other fist into the air, amping the crowd up as they got a glimpse of Blackjack's black knuckle dusters before he would start to rain down another series of punishing blows. Only this time, there would be no count out from a confused official. The only ones counting would be the fans!
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 7:14 am
Bison was helpless as the metal wrapped knuckles rained down on his head.
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Bison tried to get his hands up to block, but it wa to no avail.
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6!
The audience could see the flash of crimson as Bisons forehead was Busted open by the knuckle dusters, a crimson mask forming on the former champions face.
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9!
In desperation, Bison hooked his arms under blackjacks knees and hoisted him up, attempting to escape the viscious assault by throwing the psycho off with a powerbomb aimed for one of the many set up chairs.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 7:38 am
Blackjack threw punches with all the skill of orchestra conductor. The audience sang to his tune, the fervor for violence growing with each count. Blood splattered covering not only Bison's face, but speckled his white shirt with red droplets. He was working towards the peak of his crescendo, when desperation gave Bison the guile to fight back. Rather than limply trying to block his strikes, Bison grabbed Blackjack and lifted him into the air. The crowd shouted their count of "Nine!!"
Blackjack's arms flailed as Bison surged forward and started to bring him down at the chairs he himself set up.
He was so close, his instinct kicked in. He was going down, but that was enough time for one final strike aimed at the gash he'd already battered into Bison's skull.
CRASH!!!
Blackjack slammed into a bundle of chairs. There was a sudden screech of tearing metal as brackets broke and screws snapped. Bison didn't just slam Blackjack into the chairs, he smashed him through the chairs!
Blackjack lay in a pile of ruined scrap, arms thrown up as in celebration because whether the audience chanted it or not, he heard...
"10!"
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 7:48 am
Bison staggered, his head light as blood ran down his face. He dropped to his knees, trying to wipe the blood away from his eyes as he crawled over to the wreckage. He draped his arm across blackjacks chest for a pin.
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