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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2025 4:17 pm
Bison held his squat like only a super athlete could, wrenching on blackjack spine and neck. Leaving the arms free was always a risk but he developed the hold for maximum pain and damage. He howled in pain as the fingers started to try raking into his eyes, forcing him to release the submission.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2025 7:50 am
Blackjack managed to force Bison to break the hold, but that left him to fall flat onto his face, and thanks in part to his own shenanigans, he landed directly on to a pile of chair scrap. He was free, but he lay there only slightly moving, still fairly dazed. He was trying to pull his mind back together, it just felt sluggish to do so.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2025 8:30 am
Bison rubbed at his face, his eyes watering. He blinked rapidly to try clearing his vision. His chest heaved in exhaustion, he had thrown all his best at this psycho and nothing put him away.
...wait, not ALL of his best. He turned to the collapsed blackjack laying down in broken chairs. He reached down to grab him, pulling him up one more time before dragging him over to a corner. He attempted to push the maniac into the corner and give him a sequence of hard slugging punches.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2025 12:51 pm
The punches rained down on Blackjack who, despite his delirious state threw hands up immediately, shielding himself from the relentless assault. It seems the lord of violence wasn't completely defenseless, even when he was dazed. Still, he was the one pinned down in the corner, at the moment.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2025 2:03 pm
Bison continued to rain down heavy fists. He hit downard, forcing blackjack down into a seated position. He stepped back, huffing and puffing. He looked ready for the stampede, but not just that..
He reached down, picking up a chair from the wreckage. He raised it high as the crowd went wild..with a toar he charged, attempted to hit the Stampede with the chair
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2025 5:18 pm
Blackjack was slumped in the corner, Bison's assault had eventually forced even the psychopath down to the mat. Something about the rain of punches seemed to have invigorated Blackjack as he was already starting to grab the ropes in order to pull himself up. His attempts at recovery where halted with extreme prejudice.
Crash!!!
The chair led impact of the chair's seat pan crashed into Blackjack with the full weight of Bison propelled behind it. The audience collectively winced, a loud groan of pain filled the arena. The general murmur of exuberance picked right back up, with the hardcore fans chanting.
This is awesome!!
This is awesome!!!
Even over the sound of the arena chanting, and cheering, someone was laughing.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2025 5:48 pm
Following his last wind of adrenaline and desperation, Bison pulled blackjack from the corner by his leg, draping his body over his opponents chest for an exhausted pin.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2025 10:35 pm
The mocking laughter pierced through the cacophony that was the arena. As Bison yanked Blackjack free of the corner, and especially as he collapsed over Blackjack; the laugh continued. The official slid into place and slapped the first count!
1!
The crowd counted along with the official, screaming their satisfaction at the match.
2!
It was over! Their voices were so loud the air vibrated around them. The officials hand fell and from out of no where, Blackjack jerked hard, twisting under Bison and throwing one arm up into the air!
The official stopped the count with a fraction of an inches space. Bison was a hair's breadth from victory. But Blackjack wasn't done yet!
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