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 Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 8:01 am
The official slid down into place and slapped the mat for the first count.
One!
Blackjack was dead, he had to be. He wasn't even moving, just laid out in the heap, arms raised in victory with a wide grin on his face.
Two!!
Then, suddenly, as if he were waking from an afternoon nap Blackjack sat up. The cheering audience lost it, even the official looked stunned. There were already medical staff starting to congregate ringside.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 9:21 am
Bison looked in disbelief. How could he be sitting up so fast after that powerbomb? Bison scrambled over to the chair he previously dropped, grabbing jt as he wiped blood away from his eyes. He stood up, if he won't stay down after going through chairs, then maybe putting the chair through him will work.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 11:28 am
Blackjack inhaled deeply, despite being used as a wrecking ball to destroy some chairs, Blackjack was in his element. An assault like that, was to Blackjack, what chain wrestling was for regular competitors. He could smell the panic rising in Bison. The mountain sized man was grabbing another chair, and taking the time to fold it up.
Blackjack looked to the main static camera and rolled his eyes. He stood up, ignoring the pain that threatened to sap the strength from his lumbar region. He dug into his back pocket and pulled out a black rod. He grinned at Bison with a chair in his hands. "Come now Buffalo. I've given you permission to use weapons, and the best you can come up with is a flimsy piece of aluminum?"
Blackjack flicked his wrist expanding the baton to is full length. "Alright, let's see what you've got!" He shouted then charged directly at Bison making no move to avoid any strike Bison aimed at him. Instead he put all of his effort into slamming the baton into Bison's ribcage!
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 1:04 pm
Bison took a tight grip on the chair, the staple weapon of the professional wrestler. This wasn't like his cage match, he didn't prepare his favored stick.
"You forget, this I in MY HANDS" he shouted back as he raised the chair, bringing it down for blackjack dome as the baton set his ribcage on fire.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 2:44 pm
Blackjack clenched his neck and leaned into the blow absorbing the impact of the chair. His head rang from the impact that left a dent in the seat of the chair, nothing he wasn't used too. Bison managed to force Blackjack to stagger back a step, and that was more than most with the same attack. Blackjack was still in the fight. He took his step back, and twisted his body bringing the baton back around to strike at Bison's other side.
It seemed like Blackjack was setting up for an armed slugfest. The audience was roaring for more, waves of adulation were being thrown towards the ring.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 3:38 pm
Bison panted, his side aching horribly. Anymore of this and I doubt he could even raise the chair up again. He had to put blackjack down before he faced some serious injury. He raised the chair up and brought it down hard again for the psychos skull as his other side fired up in searing pain.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 3:55 pm
Blackjack almost got exactly what he wanted. His baton connected a second time with Bison's ribs on the back swing. He stood his ground ready to tank another shot from the chair. The impact thundered throughout the arena, Blackjack took the shot directly to the top of his head, and broke the chair against his skull. The entire seat pan snapped free and fell to the ground at their feet. This time Blackjack caught the full force of the strike, and in his dazed state he staggered back, tripping on scraps, Blackjack's feet went out from under him and he hit the mat; his baton rolled towards the ropes.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 4:30 pm
Bison dropped the chair gripping his sides in agony. They were for sure badly bruised. He saw blackjack was down, but he knew the chairs just weren't enough. He stepped over the ropes and dropped to the outside. He staggered over to the timekeeper area, one of his eyes closed from blood getting into it. He snatched the ring bell, heading over to the announce table.
"King! I need some water! See my eye man? I need to wash it"
King: oh..of course, Bison.
Bison took one of Lawlers spare water bottles, pouring it over his face hoping to flush his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief as his eyes felt better..not perfect as he was still bleeding somewhat, but better. He went back towards the ring, sliding the bell in under the bottom rope before he forced himself up the steps and over the ropes. His eyes widened as he noticed Blackjack was already stirring back to horrible life. He looked back to King and Jr. He then had an idea dawn on him as he pointed.
"King! That! Toss it here!"
King: that? What? What do you need?
Jr: I think he's pointing to...
"Yes! Yes that! Hurry! Toss it to me!"
Jerry the King Lawler stood up, taking an item from infront of him and tossing it perfectly to Bisons waiting hand. It was none other than a bottle of BISONADE! Bison squeezed a generous portion of the sports drink into his mouth as he waited for his opponent to rise, getting ready to spray a colossal mist into his eyes.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 8:03 pm
Blackjack was indeed already stirring. He was actively gathering himself up. He looked at Bison and held his hand out, his index finger was extended in the meaning of 'hold on one sec.' "I can tell what your about to do, on account of the fact that you're holding your mouth shut. For a mouth breather like you." He bent down, slightly wobbling, and picked up his dropped baton. "That's a dead giveaway. But I'm gonna let you get away with it. I'm only stalling for time to ensure you have to keep that swill on your tongue even longer!" Blackjack charged and cocked his baton arm back. Sure enough, Bison unloaded the Bisonade mist directly in Blackjack's face.
The effect was immediate. Blackjack's momentum halted, and he dropped to his knees. He discarded his beloved baton to grab his face as he comically screamed. "My gods it burns worse than battery acid!"
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 8:28 pm
Bison moved in, hooking blackjacks head from behind from the Bisonade mist.
"It's the sugar free lemonade! Now swill this!" He roared as be attempted to hit his beverage slandering opponent with the Giga Impact right onto the ring bell!
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 9:29 pm
Blackjack was blinded by the toxically chemical Bisonade. He was a prime target for the Giga Impact. Bison flipped him into the air by his neck, then drove his head down into the ring bell, ringing Blackjack's bell. The gong rang out as clearly as if the bell had been struck by a hammer. Blackjack went truly motionless for the first time since the match had started.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2025 9:35 pm
Bison pulled it off! He rang blackjacks bell for sure. He smiled, his skin glistening from the arduous fight. He rolled his opponent over? Hooking the leg as he beckoned the referee over for the pin count.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2025 6:57 am
The official came, but he had to move some scrap out of his way, which likely felt far too tune consuming. He made it though, and after confirming that Blackjack was in fact one he slapped the first count.
One!
Blackjack looked like a mess already. His shirt was stained with red and yellow splotches, his neatly parted hair was disheveled, and his baton lay discarded just out of reach. Bison tricked Blackjack into taking a giga impact onto the far more unforgiving ring bell. Who could survive that?
Two!
Blackjack's mind snapped back to reality and turned hard, throwing his shoulder up and breaking the pin just after the two count. The fans screamed, Blackjack's fans were stomping, calling for more blood. Bison's marks were jeering the gall of Blackjack for keeping the fight going.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2025 8:14 am
Bisons face was a mask of disbelief. He stared at the referee, silently begging to hear a three count. The referee gave him no solace, informing him it was only 2. What was it gonna take to put this guy away!?
Bison fumed. If a pin won't work, he'll break him or make him tap instead. He reached down, grabbing blackjack by the hair to pull him up as he attempted to lock his opponent into the Grindset
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2025 3:52 pm
Blackjack was still dazed from the giga impact, Bison found it relativity easy to pull his opponent into the modified gory special. Blackjack almost didn't seem to respond to being crunched backwards; but, as Bison squatted to apply more torque Blackjack came to his senses and started struggling. He unleashed a gutteral scream and started flailing his arms. The modifications Bison made to his hold gave him more of a pressure hold on Blackjack's spine, but it left his arms free.
Instinct took over for the veteran fighter, his arms reached up over his head, trying to grab for anything to give him a handhold in an effort to pull himself away from the pressure. If Bison wasn't careful, those grasping hands might find a soft target, ears, eyes, or even a mouth. The moment they would find anything, his filthy fingernails would try to dig into those tender locations.
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