[Bison Mbadi] vs Tiger Hat

[Cartwright]

17th June 2024 - 30th June 2024
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The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WWFG Intercontinental Championship!

 

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

やった ~!
(Yatta!)

After a screeching shout, “Boy Be A Tiger” began to play, and a man dressed in orange garb walked out onto the ramp. He had two very noticeable features... An orange striped tail, and a hat shaped like a tiger... the Tora No Boushi... the TIGER HAT!

The boos began to rain down as he stepped out onto the stage - something that Tiger was becoming painfully numb to at this point. His focus, as usual, was not on them. This was a two-for-one tonight, a chance to win championship gold, and to take a pop at another member of that loathsome group, Apex.

He walked down the ramp, eyes set on the ring. He sped up to a sprint as he reached the half-way mark, sliding under the bottom rope upon reaching the ring. Pushing himself to standing, he retreated to the far corner, doing a trademark low spin as he did so. No taunting, no reaction to the crowd; just focus.

 

[Daemonsparta]

[X]

I wanna feel it day and night-

The song suddenly stopped, a familiar tune started playing

Listen, there's a storm in the distance. You better take cover now.
Coming too fast. Hang up and call your mother now
Dark clouds. An ominous mass
You pray it might pass but no, it's gonna last
The lighting strikes and the ground is on fire
And the light you know is about to expire
No time for breath but a good time for running
Never ever look back cause hell keeps on coming

As the music started, Bison came out in some older attire. Gone was the colorful tracksuit and the merchandise. He wore his old dark colors as his face held a mask of the destroyer of old. He bounced in place for a moment before beating his chest and raising his arms, triggering a full array of pyro, the crowd bowing to the Alpha Male.




Cause there's a hell in the sky
And all you sinners will die
And it's gonna blow you away
It's gonna be judgment day
And know that fear will be rising
And you know that pressure keeps falling
And it's too late to run now
Cause hell will be callin' your name

Bison made his way down the ramp.

making his way to the ring from Bridgetown, Barbados. Standing at 7 feet tall and weighing in at 375 pounds. Representing Apex, he is the Alpha Male: Bison... Mbadi!


The Alpha Male walked up the steps, stepping over the top rope in the ring. He unzipped his hoodie, tossing it away as he climbed the closest corner, raising his fists as the crowd roared with him. He then headed over to the opposite corner, climbing up and beating his chest, flexing his massive biceps and torso to the noise of the crowd.

This is how it's going down…

Your bitter head on the ground like a little rat hiding
You're in the wrong place, wrong time, and wrong side
Go ahead, hide but they're coming to find you
Remind you that your time's due and it's through

Cause there ain't no mistake in this kind of danger
Don't bother running cause it's way too late
The clouds are impatient. They're bringing the anger
So get ready. The storm is recognizing your name

Cause there's a hell in the sky [hell in the sky]
Sinners will die (sinners gonna die)
Blow you away (blow you away)
Be judgment day (Its gonna be judgment day)
Fear will be rising (rising right here)
Pressure keeps falling (and going down now)
Too late to run now
Cause hell will be callin' your name  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

Tiger slowly emerged from his corner as Bison finished up his entrance. He bounced a couple of times, flexing his footwork, as he kept his eyes keenly locked on his opponent. He was a giant of a man, there were no doubts about it; Tiger would have to play this smart, as per usual.

As the bell rang, he quickly darted towards his opponent, aiming for the chancer's limb of choice - he aimed a quick kick at Bison's knee, to test the waters.  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison flinched as his knee was kicked. As a large man it eas common for his legs to become a main target. He glared, looking to grab tiger by the collar and land a solid headbutt  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

Tiger was caught off-guard by Bison's speed - it was probably all that energy drink giving him that extra boost! He was caught by the headbut. Luckily, he had a hat on, which softened the blow somewhat, but it was still rather painful. He flinched, backing away from the big man, towards the ropes.  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison stepped in, looking to whip tiger hat off the ropes. The size advantage was quite obvious to anyone as Bison prepared to yeet his opponent up into the air in the rebound with a free fall drop.  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

Tiger was thrown from one side of the ring to the other, taking wide steps as he picked up speed, before being tossed into the air. He gained some impressive height before he crashed back down to the mat below, landing on his front with a hefty impact, which caused him to bounce again, almost back to standing, before flopping for a final time on his stomach. Curling up as the pain began to set, he rolled over to the bottom rope, his teeth clenched as he tried to power through.  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison flexed and bellowed after the incredible display of raw power. He had tapped into his old brutality with a new chance of gold right in his hands. Bison scoped out Tiger hat, charging as he aimed a soccer kick for his downed opponent  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

Tiger rolled out of the ring, as per instinct; he didn't see the kick coming, but he knew there would be a follow-up, and he wanted out before it came his way. He stood outside the ring, hands on his hips. He slowly turned back towards Bison. He was starting to look concerned.  

[Daemonsparta]

Bisons boot smacked agaisnt the bottom rope with the lack of Tiger Hat present, the rope shaking from the impact. Bison took a couple steps back, making a belt motion.

"New champion, right here!" He taunted as the ref began the count.  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

"Pfft," Tiger thought, trying to refrain from screwing up his face. He wasn't impressed with Bison's arrogance. As the referee began to count, he walked over to the steel steps, slowly making his way back up to the ring apron.  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison took another step back, beckoning Tiger to come back into the ring  

[Extremist-Saint-Joey]

Tiger stepped into the ring rather casually through the middle rope. He was expecting a member of Apex to try and cheap shot him, but Bison surprised him with his grace. He sighed deeply as he stood in the ring, before turning back to his opponent. He shook his head as he stepped lightly to the side, beginning a circle of sorts, as if the match had just restarted.  

[Daemonsparta]

Bison circled with tiger, maming the first move with a right hook.