I wanna feel it day and night You are the power of my life I wanna pump it better
I wanna feel it day and night My workout, my delight You are the power of my life I wanna pump it better
The music hit as Bison came out, holding a microphone.
"Here we are, the grand re-opening of FWD. Now you know Im not going to stay away from such history. Now for this eof you who are new here, let me introduce myself. My name is Bison Mbadi, former EWA world heavyweight champion. I stand at 7 feet tall and wieghed in at 375 pounds. I hail from Bridgetown, Barbados.. and I run my own product line at www dot Body by Mbadi dot com. I also was the winner of the triple threat match for the EWA FTW championship which I can turn in for a title shot of my choice....and now I come here for a triple threat in this tournament for the FWD Heritage Championship...now who better to be FWD's Heritage champion than the first ever caribbean born EWA champion? "
Bison stepped over the ropes into the ring. "A word to everyone else in this tournament... this show may be called many doors, but you all are running into a wall instead... and I am the ******** wall!"
Bison tossed the mic away with a smile.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2023 8:48 am
Bison was all calm, cool, and cocky. Talking about how he was a wall. Funny, as the next thing he would be seeing was another wall.
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The Wall being Omen. This 'Freak', despite being smaller than Bison in all categories of size, had a presence like no other. His strength being considered 'otherworldly'.
The mechanized noises and eerie sounds would build up to a soft hum of Corey Taylor filling the arena. The calm before the storm in which Omen began to emerge from the shadows. A disfigured Oni Mask with none of the horns. Braids running out from the back of the mask. Dark denim pants and black combat boots. No top, showcasing the tattoos and scars present all over his body. Omen, by his obvious sight, was a warrior by blood and a demon by name.
If Bison wanted to transcend above all and achieve the championship, he would have not only Caliber, but Omen to deal with. This was looking to be a huge triple threat match.
"Introducing at this time. From Parts Unknown. Weighing in tonight at 298 lbs. He is The Freak. OMEEEEN!"
Omen continued his war path down the ramp and to the ring. Hitting ringside, climbing the apron, and stepping over the top rope. All while looking at the face of Body by Mbadi. The two locking eyes would get the crowd going, despite the third man not even making his appearance known at this time.
The two would continue to lock glances as all that was left was for other man to join them.
Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2023 2:03 pm
They wouldn't have to wait long, as the banjo and snare drum filled intro to Doc Holliday by Volbeat began to play. As the guitar joined the mix, the Dirty South Outlaw emerged with a slow, methodical pace, basking in the lights and roar of the crowd. When the tempo of the guitar sped up, J. W. shot both arms skyward, making the signature "TOO SWEET" gesture that the Sinister Syndicate is so fond of before bringing them down to eye level in a finger gun gesture, taking aim at his two opponents.
An outlaw walking through the Valley of Men Glared with a sunken eye of death Moved his head from side to side and said "Come on you gutless slugs, FIGHT LIKE A MAN! State your name and business, let's see what you got Another body for the Hangman's count Show me the bar and show me the cards!" Hold on to your guns! Yeah!
Caliber paused on stage for a moment to take in the reaction of the crowd, before beginning to make his usual leisurely stroll down the ramp.
Filled with bug juice, the moonshine in his hand Hot headed with a temperament The speediest, deadliest man with a gun A bloody gambler, but a gentleman dog A frontier vagabond who charms all the dames "Hello ladies, how's your day today? Let me introduce you to myself... Doc Holliday."
"Weighing in at 235 pounds, from the Big River Valley of Deep Down Dirty South Texas...the Dirty South Outlaw, J. W. CALIBER!!!"
THE OUTLAW MAN'S ROAR
As the Strong Style Cowboy reached the bottom of the ramp, Caliber took a lap around the ringside area, exchanging high fives and Too Sweets with the fans, and even pausing for a selfie or two. J. W. then made his way up the steps and stepped between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring before quickly scaling the turnbuckles and posing for the crowd, firing the finger guns before flashing TOO SWEET. Caliber then hopped down and removed his bandana, sunglasses and black Stetson, handing them over to the stagehand at ringside with his shirt and duster coat following right after.
Omen would stare down Caliber as he made his appearance well known, and then back to Bison who was probably flexing and showing off the gains that only Body by Mbadi could give. Or so they say.
Omen would just keep switching glances between the two men, while waiting for the official to signal the start of this triple threat contest.
Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2023 10:54 pm
Bison cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders to stay limber. When the bell rang, the Caribbean colossus made the first move as he ran for Omen, looking to slug it out with the larger of his opponents
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2023 5:32 am
The Freak saw the bull charging at him. A smile would cross his face, despite not anyone being able to tell due to the mask present on his face. This is who he mainly wanted to face anyways, just for the fact that this Wall was a lot larger than him. But bigger men have fallen before, and Bison will be no exception.
Omen looked to charge at Bison as well, meeting somewhere in the middle before throwing the first strike of the match with a hook. Swing big or don't swing at all.
Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2023 1:50 pm
Caliber nonchalantly leaned back against the ring post, watching the exchange between the two much larger individuals. As the smallest man in the ring by far, he'd have to play smart and pick his spots.
The hook landed flush, bison rocking back from the force. This was what people wanted to see, rhe titanic Bison goong toe to toe with an equal powerhouse. And toe to toe he went as he fired back at Omen with a thunderous hook of his own.
Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2023 4:33 am
The solid contact of the strike could be heard throughout the whole arena. Omen felt that one for sure, rocking him back for a moment.
But just like Bison wanted an equal or mightier fight, Omen wanted the same. He was not going to back down now, if he wanted a fight, he definitely had one as Omen went for a left hook to the body this time.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2023 7:04 am
This match was starting with a hell of a slug fest as Omen drilled his fist into Bisons midsection, forcing air from his lungs. Bison wasnt finished yet as he retaliated with a massive headbutt.
Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2023 3:38 pm
After watching the twin towers slugging it out for a bit, the Dirty South Outlaw thought he had the opening he needed. If Bison's headbutt connected, Caliber would attempt to blindside the big man with a shotgun dropkick.
Omen would have his head swing back. Luckily absorbing most of the blow with his own forehead and avoiding the nose. But as Omen brought his head back, he saw that Caliber would be rushing at Bison.
Let's see how the wall takes that.
Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2023 8:37 am
Bisons headbutt connected, but he was then caught unguarded by the explsove dropkick from caliber, stumbling him back into the ropes.
With his dropkick connecting and sending Bison staggering into the ropes, the Strong Style Cowboy would quickly roll back to his feet and would then look to cut Omen down to size a bit as he attempted to throw a flurry of kicks to the hamstring.
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