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The moment Bison set his mic down the simple beat of a basic ragtime tune started playing Blood by My Chemical Romance. The pop from the audience was explosive. They were caught completely off balance by the surprise entrance of Blackjack!

"Well, they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can't control myself because I don't know how
And they love me for it, honestly, I'll be here for a while"

The eternal fugitive himself strode out to the stage directly to the point that Bison was trying to stare a hole through. He cocked his head to the side and, locking eyes with Bison, he laughed.

"So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff
Give them all that they can drink, and it will never be enough
So give them blood, blood, blood
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood"

Blackjack moved with confident ease, strolling down the ramp towards the ring, he wore his usual ring attire, a well tailored black suit, a vibrant red tie, his obnoxious bowler hat, and a double barrel shotgun bent over his forearm, ready to be loaded and locked into place.

"A celebrated man amongst the gurneys
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck
The doctors and the nurses, they adore me so
But it's really quite alarming 'cause I'm such an awful ********> (oh, thank you)"

When Blackjack reached the floor outside of the ring he stopped, and with his free hand he pulled a pair of shells from his jacket pocket and loaded them into the barrels. With a swift jerk he locked the barrels and then tossed the shotgun directly into the center of the ring.

"I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff
I gave you all that you can drink, and it has never been enough
I gave you blood, blood, blood
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love"

Blackjack climbed up the apron and stepped through the ropes, he held his hand out as a ring attendant brought the microphone over to him. Then and his music finally cut he started in on Bison.

"Oh look everyone. It's a Caribbean Buffalo." Blackjack laughed and turned to look at an audience who was not laughing along with him. He scowled and sighed, "Oh well, so we need to address something here Buffalo. Seems you think you're already king of the canvas.

It looks to me right now, like you're not even a champion of the canvas. You're a looser that likes to talk real big."

Blackjack smirked at Bison and held out his hand, challenging Bison to come at him. "You got what it takes to keep me from walking out of this ring?"

Blackjack tossed the mic outside the ring and gave Bison a blind opening by casually pulling his suit jacket off.

Bison plowed into Blackjack and indeed sent him reeling over the top rope, because his arms were currently tangled up in his jacket he didn't even have the ability to catch himself on the way down. Blackjack hit the floor with a thud so loud the static camera picked up the audio. He lay there motionless for a moment, but then sat up suddenly; pulling his jacket the rest of the way off. Blackjack was grinning, he tossed the jacket aside and pushed himself to his feet.

"That's the attitude you're gonna need!" Blackjack shouted before he reached into the ring to grab Bison by his ankles and with a heavy yank he would try and pull Bison's legs out from under him.

Blackjack knew how to pull the base out from under someone, weight had little to do with it compared to the leverage he had applied. Bison decided to comply by turning it into a dropkick that sent Blackjack staggering back into the padded railing. With a grin he pushed himself off the barrier and moved to grab Bison's legs. Once he secured his grip, Blackjack tried to charge forward and drive the side of Bison's knees into the ring post.

Having taken the legs out from under Bison, Blackjack hopped onto the apron and rolled under the ropes into the ring. He stood up and signaled to the official to start the match.

Ding
Ding

The bell rang and Blackjack continued to disrobe, this time casually unbuttoning his vest and rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up, exposing his forearms.

"You gonna lay around all day Buffalo?" He taunted, "or you gonna get up and come get your a** kicked?"

Blackjack laughed and shrugged, "Of course not, you won't shut up about it. But the facts are, you look like a Buffalo!"

Then he bolted forward charging at Bison, and cocked his arm back as if deliver a momentum backed punch!

Blackjack had rushed into an offensive in his arrogance, and left himself completely open. Bison's boot came rushing at his face faster than he could do anything to avoid it. The audience's roar drowned out the audible thwack of impact as Bison's boot took Blackjack off his feet, slamming him into the mat doubled over on himself before he flopped out of the crash to lay prone on the mat.

While Bison nursed the pain in his knee away, the audience finally started to die down; this, to any seasoned warrior was not a good sign. Behind Bison, Blackjack was already sitting up. He hadn't stood yet, he was actively twisting his head from side to side, loosening the stiffness forming in his neck from the near whiplash Bison's boot had caused.