Bison (C) vs [Drako Damone]

[Daemonsparta]

Bison watched his challenger roll to the outside, raising his arms with pride.

"You see that? You all see that? This is MY ring! This is MY show! That is MY title!"

He bellowed as the ref began his count.  

[Drako Damone]

Drako is aware of the ten count as he's out on the floor, slowly beginning to roll over to push himself to his feet. He can't say he's in unfamiliar territory entirely. Still, he's gotta recover somehow  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison looked out, seeing Drako begin to rise up. He rolled out if the ring on another side, barreling around the corner like a semi charging at the soaring dragon with a running shoulder block.  

[Drako Damone]

Drako gets to his feet and there's a rumble of noise from the crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots bison running towards him. Out of instinct, he steps in and looks to catch Bison charging with a superkick to the jaw  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison came charging like a mad buffalo, right into the waiting super kick. The sound echoed in the arena as Bison was stopped dead in his tracks, stunned.  

[Drako Damone]

Drako got him, thankfully, but the big man won't go down. He's wobbly, and given their positioning that works for him. Drako would step off to the side and throw a second superkick, aiming to knock him onto the announcer's table  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison was staggering when the second kick came in. Clapping agaisnt his jaw, the Caribbean colossus when stumbling back onto the announcer table.  

[Drako Damone]

Drako was relieved that he'd got him, but he wasn't done. It was time to show Bison why the Soaring Dragon had kept the title so long. He hops up onto the apron and to the top rope, putting it all on the line as he flips backwards with a diving moonsault aiming to take the big man through the table  

[Daemonsparta]

Bisons head was swimming in a haze, the duo of kicks had popped him right on the chin. He rubbed at his jaw as he Kay in the announcer table, only to feelt he wind knocked out of him as Drako came crashing down with the moonsault.  

[Drako Damone]

high risk, high reward, but also high damage for himself, as the Soaring Dragon lived up to his name with that moonsault. The table is in pieces, and both champion and challenger are now down on the floor, while the referee begins their ten count.  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison groaned as his body cried out in pain laid out in the rubble of the table. The ref had began his count. If he reached ten Bsion would stay champ, but to think it'd only be so after he was out down outside by his challenger? He couldn't accept that as he slowly turned over.  

[Drako Damone]

as the ref reaches a count of 4, Drako rolls the other way, towards the barricade and reaches up to use it to try to pull himself up. He had no intentions on losing, let alone by count out, but he'd had to make a big move to do some real damage to the much larger champion  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison crawled, forcing his massive frame to move to the apron, pulling himself to a vertical base as the ref called out the count of 6  

[Drako Damone]

now up on the barricade, Drako brushes his hair back from his face, taking the opportunity to let some air back into his lungs. still the ref's count is getting higher, now at 7, so he forces himself to stumble forward to attempt to roll back into the ring  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison propped a leg up onto the apron, gripping the bottom ropes.

8!


Bison headed with all his strength, pulling his body back into the ring at the 9 count.