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 Posted: Tue May 14, 2024 10:35 pm
"You feel that? We just getting started!" He shouted at Erynys, bringing the strap down a second time aiming for the germans back.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2024 5:08 pm
The sting of the leather on his flesh made him wince, but also it began to make him more angry. Here he was, a proud German and how had he be acting? Like a scared girl who had wet her petticoats.
He gestured for his opponent to hit him harder, all the while, a crazed expression began to appear on his face.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2024 12:28 am
Bison seemed ready to oblige, raising the leather strap high as if to bring it down once more.
Only to shift his hips and shoot out a roundhouse kick for the side of Erynys head.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2024 6:37 pm
He thought that he was getting another lashing, but his lights soon dimmed with the nasty roundhouse kick to thr head that made him crumble to the mat.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2024 8:38 pm
Bison stood over Erynys, pulling the leather strap taught. He straddled over the Germans back, looking to use the strap to pull Erynys head back for a modified recliner submission
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2024 9:44 pm
[Auto win]
Erynys faded, Bison releasing the clutch. He could have won, but he wasnt finished punishing the german yet. He headed to the announce table, stripping the top as he casually tossed the monitors aside. He returned to the limp Erynys, dragging him over to the table. He pulled him up, hoisting him high and planting him through the table with a mighty Bison Buster!
The Alpha Male huffed as he shook his head.
" your punishment ain't over yet!" he bellowed, grabbing him by the collar and waist like a bag of luggage and rolling him into the ring. He then grabbed a steel chair, tossing it into the ring. He walked up the steps, taking his time stepping over the ropes. He grabbed Reich, sitting him in the corner before wedging the chair in front of him. He then backed up to the opposite corner, the crowd going wild as they knew what was coming.
Bison wiped his boot like a bull preparing to charge.
"THIS... IS FOR SALEM!" he shouted before storming for the Stampede! The dropkick creating a steel sandwich with Eryns head between chair and post.
HOLY s**t! chants rang out as Bison pulled Erynys unconscious body from the corner for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bison stood and raised his fist as the bell rang.
The winner of this match: Bison Mbadi!
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