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before the match begins, the cell is slowly lowered. Inch by inch the unforgiving steel came down. When the cell was finally in place, the lights went out







The logo appeared on the titantron, but was void of Bisons usual entrance music. The spotlights hit the stage, revealing a group of caribbean men wearing Body by Mbadi shirts. They began to hit drums and sing.


Bem-te-vi voou, voou
Bem-te-vi voou, voou
Deixa voar

Bison came out from gorilla position wearing capoiera pants, his face arms and torso adorned with war paint. He demonstrated an axe kick on the stage, his pyro firing off.

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Lalauelauelauelaua

making his way to the ring from Bridgetown, Barbados.. Bison Mbadi!

Bison walked down the ramp towards the cell, his face still filled with destructive fury.

Que som
Oi que arte é essa
que luta brincadeira
Que roda
Maravilhosa é essa
É Axé capoeira
Em cada som, em cada toque, em cada ginga, tem um estilo de jogo
Em cada som, em cada toque, em cada ginga, tem um estilo de jogo

Bison put a hand on the cell wall, inhaling deep at his favored domain. He remembered all the careers he shortened and bodies he's broken between the metal barred walls. He opened the door, stepping inside and over the tope rope into the ring. He raised his arms, ready to begin.

Donny came out, all fire and gumption as he was determined to avenge his students. The veteran entered the cell, the door closing amd locking behind him. He entered the ring, standing toe to toe with the caribbean colossus for the first time. The bell rang.


The two men immediately locked up collar and elbow, Donny determined not to be pushed around, but Bisons power won out as he forced Donny into the corner.
Bison cocked his arm back, aiming a solid punch for Donnys head, but the wiley veteran ducked out and planted a forearm in the small of Bisons back followed by a kick to the back of the knee. Bison grunted in pain, swinging an arm out, being ducked under once more by Donny.

Donny propped up in the corner and started raining down punches on the beast of barbados bald head. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!!!!
The trainer hopped back, charging back to the corner only to be intercepted by Bisons massive boot, staggering him back.

Bison came out the corner, flooring Donny with a polish hammer, turning as the veteran got back up to floor him with a second polish hammer. Bison held his hands up as if to take aim as he stalked Donny who was once more standing up. He measured.. took aim... and shot his foot up...


But Donny caught the foot, shaming his head before taking Bison down to the mat with a dragon screw! Bison went to the mat with a thunderous crash. Donny wasted no time, mounting the titan as he gave repeated punches to the head. He brought his fist down over and over, thoughts of all the pain his rookies suffered through.

CRACK!

Bison wasnt helpless yet, as he fired back at Donny with a sickening headbutt. Donny faltered back as Bison rose to his knee. Donny needed momentum, so he hit the ropes coming in from the rebound. However, he would only meet the writing Bison as he sprang up, flipping him a** over teakettle with a towering back body drop, taking a 7 foot plummet down to the mat.


Bison huffed, turning to Donny as his opponent arched his back in agony. He raised his hands above his head, clapping them together. The caribbean colossus started a slow clap, shifting his weight side to side as .he was setting a rhythm much like the capoeira practitioners he entered with. Bison kept the clap going as Donny slowly pushed himself back to his feet.

CRACK!

The impact was heard through the arena as Bisons boot swung in an arc to land right on the side of Donnys head with a capoeira roundhouse kick. The veteran stumbled in a daze, but no break was given as a second roundhouse flew into his stomach forcing him to hunch over. Bison gave one last clap before his foot circled up, and came straight down with an axe down driving Donny back down.

Bison cracked his neck, towering over the prone Danny. He licked his lips as he stepped out of the ring, lifting the apron cover until he pulled out what he was looking for. Bison stepped back into the ring and brandished the singapore cane, tapping the hard rattan against his palm. With a sadistic smile, he brought the cane down on Donnys back, the veteran howling in pain. Bison brought the cane down again and again, the cracking sounds echoing in the cell.

Bison set aside the cane, climbing up to the top rope with malicious intent. He dove off the top with an elbow drop, but Donny rolled out of the way, sliding out of the ring. Bison got up slowly, starting to step out only to get smacked by a chair Donny pulled from under the ring. The caribbean colossus took another chairshot, staggering. Donny dropped the chair and bulldozed Bison into the cell wall, following up with a belly to belly onto the chair!

The two men lay collapsed on the floor Donny worn out from the exertion of suplexing the massive Bison. Donny was the first to rise, grabbing Bisons head as he aimed to slam it against the cell wall, But bison braced himself, slamming donnys head against the unforgiving steel instead. Once, twice, three times he rammed Donny into the cell. Bison then hooked a leg, hoisting Donny up and throwing him into the cell corner with a pump-it bomb.

Bison saw Donny seated just right in the corner, Bison backed up, charging and planting his boots into Donnys skull, right into the cell wall! Donny dropped, out cold. Bison dragged his opponent back to the ring, rolling him back into the ring and covering him.

One!

Two!!


Three!!!

The bell rang as Bison stood up, raising his arm.


the winner of this match: Bison Mbadi!