Bad Boy vs [Omen]

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Bad Boy would get in the ring and await in anticipation. But Omen was not moving. At least, for a good minute. Omen would begin to stir, crawling. Which no one has really seen Omen do, not even the likes of the champion.

Crawling to the ring, placing his hands up along the apron, and pushing himself up just enough to pull himself inside of the ring, head first. With his face planted against the mat as the brain damage and exhaustion both have taken their toll, even on someone like the Freak.  

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Bad Boy slammed his hands into the mat as Omen slides his way into the ring! The crowd getting louder as now he has his opportunity!

Pushing himself to his feet, he looked to grab Omen and try to pull his deadweighted a** at least up to his feet, and hook his head! Which there he would look at the crowd, doing the throat slash before looking to slap the back of Omen and attempt to fall back and drive his head into the mat with the DDT!

 

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To those who had been paying attention prior to this moment, there was a trail left behind by Omen, and it was more evident in the two spots that he was laying.

Pooling of blood.

Yes, after getting his head rammed into the steel post, the Freak had been busted wide open. And the people would get to see how bad, as Bad Boy picked up Omen to his feet, the Freak would push back and show his face in all its bloodied glory. Just like the padding and the mat, Omen's hair, mask, and face would all be dripping with the blood of Omen. As the Freak would let out a shout!  

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Bad Boy was shoved back! Falling onto his back into a reverse somersault putting him onto his feet, as he looked up with his eyes wide open!

The blood was dripping, just about cover half of this monster's face! Not only that but he became stronger off of it!

Brad stood there almost frozen, taking short steps back wondering what the hell to do!

Thinking fast, the only thing he could think of was hit the opposite ropes, and attempting to Clothesline the big man! Hoping to put out that fire before it spreads!

 

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Bad Boy hesitated, and it may just be his undoing. As he hit the ropes and came back at Omen, Omen would intercept his opponent, side stepping the clothesline and grabbing his opponent by the throat.

Squeezing down, Omen looked to hit a huge chokeslam as the crowd were on the edge of their seats for every turn they were experiencing.  

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Bad Boy was caught! Again by the throat! Fighting, trying to push Omen's hand off of him! But with the amount of time being held by the throat, Brad's fight lessened! Things looked dire!

However...when Omen attempts to lift Bad Boy into the air, he would again use the lift to his advantage, looking to turn his body and land onto the shoulders of Omen in an Electric Chair position!

Again right hands would rain down to make sure Omen was forced forward, so that Brad would be at his feet and attempt to jump up and down to his knees, hoping to drive Omen's face into the mat with the Fiscal Drop!

 

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Bad Boy caught some huge air, giving him just enough time to adjust in the air behind Omen and dropping him down onto his face for the Fiscal Drop. But the Freak just ate the move. The damage to the head was not doing as it did before, in fact, it may be feeding the Freak who was already back to his feet.  

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The crowd exploded as the move hit! But the eruption was quickly interrupted as they saw Omen stand up! Bad Boy started to crawl for the cover but was stopped as he looked up at Omen in total shock...how the hell!?

Bad Boy popped himself to his feet, and looked to land a Super Kick!

 

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Omen would stand tall after eating one of Bad Boys most potent maneuvers, the doubt had to be creeping in. But still, Bad Boy kept fighting. Pushing the shock to the side to deliver a superkick that would make Omen stumble back.

For but a moment, before he would stand tall again and stand in front of his opponent. First, Omen was an unstoppable force, but now he was more like an immovable object.  

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The Super Kick connected, Bad Boy dropped to his knees and watched as Omen stumbled back, he had him where he wanted him!

Popping back up to his feet again, he looked to bounce off the ropes behind Omen, and jump onto his shoulders again, looking to drop to his feet again and land the second Fiscal Drop!

 

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Like a spider monkey, Bad Boy, from a kneel, hopped to his feet and then to and off the ropes. Landing on the back of the Freak before dropping him down once again for a second Fiscal Drop within a matter of a minute.

This time though, Omen was down, rolling to his side as his hair and face would make another smear against the canvas off the landing. The crowd roaring just as loud as they did the first time!  

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The crowd would explode again upon the Fiscal Cliff hitting!

Bad Boy would crawl, to the torso of Omen, and start to push his body to try to roll him onto his back! So that he could attempt to lay across the chest and shoulders of Omen, and pin the big man!

 

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Half the work was already done, and Bad Boy would get the other half done. Pushing his body past bounds beyond what he normally would have to, but the finish line was in front of him.

Finally, Omen was laid out on the mat after two of Bad Boy's biggest moves.

The crowd would join in!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--!!~

The crowd were besides themselves. The commentary team were besides themselves. Bad Boy looked like he had seen a ghost. Two of his best shots, one after the other. Omen was busted wide open. Yet, the Freak still, before the three, would get the shoulder up.

The crowd after the massive pop would now wonder what else either man could do. What lengths do they need to go to within the confines they have been given to end one another? And what else could each man take before one finally caved in?  

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With the kick out Bad Boy was put to sitting on his a**, looking initially into the distance, before looking back and forth between the referee and Omen.

Moving himself to his knees he looked up at the ref, normally he didn't complain, but at this rate he was wondering what the hell it would take to bring the monster down!

His hands would go to his head before he dropped forward, leaning his head into the mat, thinking hard and trying to gain more energy. His ribs and back were killing him at this rate.

The crowd let out a "THIS IS AWESOME!" chant. As Bad Boy popped himself back up to prepare himself for his next move.

Pushing himself to his feet, he looked again to pull Omen up, enough so that he could have his head between his legs once again. Brad would take one look at the audience, before looking to jump up and for the third time try to drive the head of Omen into the mat with the Fiscal Drop!

 

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The desperation of Bad Boy was beginning to show. And funnily enough, despite Omen doing this far more, Bad Boy was going to the well one too many times within the last few minutes. Because when Bad Boy looked to drop Omen face first for a third Fiscal Drop, he would end up going backwards instead of forward.

Omen, catching Bad Boy, would begin to stumble backwards, releasing Bad Boy for a modified Electric Chair Drop that would see Brad flying over the top rope and to the outside of the ring!