[Avari Fusion] (C) vs Bison Mbadi

[Cartwright]

8th January 2024 - 28th January 2024
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The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WWFG World Heavyweight Championship!

 

[-Nuclear Fusion-]

A guitar riff cuts out the noise in the arena as the beginning to Black Flame rings out across the arena.


[Black Flame - Bury Tomorrow]

Here I stand, alone, with hate
Here I stand, too long, too late
All I know, is you will leave us all
Here I stand, alone, to fall


A flurry of fireworks shoot in an arc on either side of the stage, going back and forth several times before simmering down in to a low 'fizz' that keeps going.

Avari Fusion steps out on stage to a loud pop from the crowd. Wearing fresh new white pants and black boots with a cyan flourish, The Man of the Year was ready to steal the show, as he usually does.

The WWFG World Heavyweight Championship was wrapped around his waist and he had a massive grin on his face, looking down at his new gold and then out at the audience.





The crowd let out a huge cheer for the fan favourite, as he put out his arms in an 'eagle' motion. He stepped to the left of the ramp and beat his chest, hopping over to the right and doing the same.


Oh my Brother, how could you?
Not look into the eyes of your fellow man
Who stood with you, through it all
And feel nothing in your heart but hate


Avari walked out to the edge of the stage, looking over the ramp and at the crowd left and right, who were still buzzing for the spectacle. He nodded his head as the announcer came over the PA.

"Making his way to the ring.. weighing in at 230 pounds.. fighting from London, England and residing in Toronto, Ontario..

He is your World! Heavyweight! Champion!

Avari! Fusion!"

Another loud pop came for Avari as he breathed in deep and readied himself for his first World Championship title defense, one that would begin to cement his own legacy here in this business.


Red stain on the blade
All sense of worth has been washed away
Sacrifice was all in vain
Where's the sense of guilt? Where's the shame?


Eventually reaching the ring, Avari slides under the bottom rope and rolls, standing up on his feet. He takes a walk to one of the corners and hops up on to the turnbuckle, raising a fist in the air to another pop from the crowd.


Lost soul in the unmarked grave
We have given a name
Black flame
In death we are all the same
Remain, black flame


He takes the time to go to each turnbuckle and repeat the process, soaking in the crowd as he does so.

Eventually the music dies down as Avari looks out across the crowd, really taking in each and every fan, sign, and merchandise with his name on it.

 

[Daemonsparta]

a hard driving beat sounds throughout the arena




Bison came onto the stage flanked by jets of flame.










Bison headed down the ramp, a serious look on his face. This was it, his possibly final chance at winning the big one. Bison unzipped his track jacket, tossing it aside.

making his way to the ring from Bridgetown Barbados weighing in at 375 pounds... Bison Mbadi!

Bison headed up the stairs, stepping over the top rope. He looked around, hearing cheers from the crowd. He raised his arms and let out a bellow as the music faded out.  

[-Nuclear Fusion-]

Avari watched as Bison made a grand appearance, either his last chance as a challenger, or his first step to becoming a Champion. Either way, it was Fusion's turn to stop him and cement his own legacy.

He took the belt off around his waist and handed it to the referee, but not before taking one final look down at the Championship gold that he had worked so damn hard to achieve.

The ref took the belt and lifted it into the air for each side of the arena to see, before bringing it carefully down and handing it to the staff at ringside.



There were moments of anticipation in and around the arena, between both superstars, before that bell was rung out loud.

Ding! Ding!

The match was away, and Avari shifted his feet, scraping them backwards across the mat, possibly to try and gain some traction and stability beginning this match.

His first title defense and he was ready, this was it, the moment was his to win.

Avari stepped forward a couple of paces and reached out his arm, offering an initial gentleman's shake to begin this bout.

 

[Daemonsparta]

Bison rolled his neck, focused and driven. This was his chance, and he was taking it.

As the bell rang he moced towards avari, looking to lock up and force him into a corner  

[-Nuclear Fusion-]

Avari had stepped forward and offered a gentleman's handshake to begin, but clearly it seemed that Bison was ready to ignore the formalities.

Bison stepped forward and the two locked up, with Fusion being powered back a step. He smirked, it was all too predictable.

As Bison used his force to move forward, Avari looked to use that against him. He stepped backward fast and attempted to trip Bison into the turnbuckle.

 

[Daemonsparta]

Bison had jumped rhe gun. He went for a sudden start and it left him vulnerable to the trip as he stumbled into the corner, hia head smacking agaisnt the pad.  

[-Nuclear Fusion-]

Avari rolled to the side and got to a knee as Bison hit the pads. He was experienced enough to know not to rush in here, so he stood up and stepped back a few paces.

The crowd cheered on as Avari called to Bison,

"Take your time.. I'm here all night"

 

[Daemonsparta]

Bison turned, stepping out from the corner.

"You think you're gonna keep that belt by running? Come on, champ!"
Bison extended a hand, beckoning Avari to bring it.  

[-Nuclear Fusion-]

Avari smirked and nodded, enthusiastic for the challenge tonight. He beat his chest once to a cheer from the crowd, stepping forward afterwards and offering one arm outstretched.

Fingers ready to interlock, he was prepared for what Bison may offer.

 

[Daemonsparta]

Bison locked his hands in, fingers interlaced as he began the test of strength . With his height weight amd power advantage, he towered over Avari looking to force his shoulders down to the mat  

[-Nuclear Fusion-]

Avari couldn't help but be forced down, Bison's might coming into play here. Perhaps trying to fight fire with fire might not have been the optimum play here, but the World Champion was ready to fight in any way necessary.

He struggled up against Bison, the crowd cheering him on, but soon found himself close to the canvas.

 

[Daemonsparta]

Bison kept going. Pushing more with his massive weight. Hus arms bulged as his biceps and shoulders flexed, forcing Avaris shoulders to the mat as the ref dropped to count.  

[-Nuclear Fusion-]

One!

Avari immediately leaned his neck back and then crashing forward for a nasty headbutt!

 

[Daemonsparta]

Avaris forehead came crashing right into the bridge of Bisons nose, causing him to let go and stumble away as he clutched his face in the surprise pain.