Bad Boy vs Marcus Damone

[Drako Damone]

normal match  

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Suddenly lights turn purple, as "Strange Clouds" by B.O.B starts up, the crowd letting out a loud cheer. Bad Boy steps out to the stage, his head down for a few moments before finally lifting it, looking around at the arena, at the crowd. Bad Boy with no much emotion showing from his face, wiping his mouth before starting his march down the ramp. No pyro, no show boating, no showmanship whatsoever. Wearing completely black tights, black light coat, nothing special with his gear.

David Penzer: Introducing first, weighing 232 pounds.....BAAAAAAD BOYYYYYYYY!

Walking up the stairs, he walks to the middle of the apron, looking out to the crowd for a few moments, nodding before stepping through the ropes.

Bad Boy walked right to the center of the ring, and just looked around at the crowd. His theme slowly cutting off as he slowly turns to the stage, awaiting his massive opponent!

 

[Drako Damone]

The lights go out as All the Stars hits the PA. Multicolored lights begin to flash. Marcus Damone steps out to cheers from the crowd. The youngest Damone is in his wrestling attire, a simple pair of black cargo pants and black boots, elbow pads and MMA style gloves. He stands on the stage as he looks out over the arena.

“Making his way to the ring, from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 285 pounds, Marcus Damone!!”

Tell me what you gon' do to me
Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me
You can bring a bullet, bring a sword
Bring a morgue, but you can't bring the truth to ******** you and all your expectations
I don't even want your congratulations

Taking a deep breath, Marcus begins to make his way down the ramp as the music continues on. He’s focused, his attention on the matter at hand tonight, but still he takes his time to slap a few fans’ hands.

This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer

Reaching the ringside area, he stops again, looking around ringside. Finally, he hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring through the ropes. He walks to one side of the ring, looking out into the sea of cheering fans. Slowly the music dies out and he turns to face Bad Boy  

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Bad Boy backed away to the ropes opposite the stage, as Marcus stands the opposite side of the ring. While Bad Boy and Marcus never truly crossed paths, and there were battles between Bad Boy and another Damone brother, Bad still knew about the undefeated streak back in the WWF. He still understood how dangerous this monster can be. Taking his jacket off, throwing it back over his head to the outside, he adjusts his elbow pad before stepping forward to the center. The bell rang, Bad Boy watching to see what the big man will do!

 

[Drako Damone]

Marcus has had an interesting year, capped off with the defeat and retirement of his father at Starrcade. His last appearance on Haven had seen him defeat the reigning National champion, and now he was up against a decorated former world champion. Checking the strap to his gloves, he's ready to get started and raises his fists to move in towards Bad Boy. Winning the biggest match of his career made him no less wary of the veterans, as he was looking for an opening to strike  

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Bad Boy allowed Marcus to come to the center of the ring, Bad slowly moves laterally around, trying to keep Marcus in the middle. Raising his arms, looking to shoot forward for a Collar and Elbow Tie Up!

 

[Drako Damone]

Marcus goes right into the tie up with Bad Boy. He presses for a moment, then attempts to give Bad Boy one hard shove to the mat, attempting to use his biggest advantage in his size and strength  

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Bad was shoved, falling back, rolling back to his knees, looking up at the big man.

He knew he had strength, but damn the explosiveness to be able to use it. Bad stood back up, starting to circle around the big man, trying to keep him in the center!

 

[Drako Damone]

Marcus keeps his eyes on Bad Boy, once again raising his fists. He knew from watching the man's fights with his uncle just how good the guy was, so he's staying on guard. But he can't just play defense, as he steps forward to throw a few left jabs towards Bad's face  

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Bad Boy gets his hand up at the first jab, but Marcus's strength goes through the block and catches Bad in the face, who backs up! A second jab and Bad again tries to block, this time he blocks it, but damn it hurt the hell out of his arm! A third jab and Bad ducks under, hits the ropes, and leaps looking for a Flying Forearm to Marcus!

 

[Drako Damone]

Marcus had been testing the waters with those jabs, and a couple got threw. Good, Bad Boy will feel those eventually. But it's never that easy, as the vet ducks him and hits the ropes, coming back full speed with a forearm to the face, staggering Marcus back a few steps  

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Bad Boy gets right back up to his feet, shaking off his right forearm from the blocking, and using it just now. He would attempt a few over hand rights to the face to try and stagger Marcus back to the ropes, where he'd explode off the ropes to try and come back with an attempt to Clothesline the big man over the top rope!

 

[Drako Damone]

Marcus is rocked back, driven with each shot back a step until he's against the ropes. Bad Boy charges him with ill intent. At the last second, Marcus ducks and attempts to dump Bad Boy over the top rope with a back body drop  

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Bad Boy goes flying over the ropes, but grabs the top rope with both hands and turns his body so that he can land on the apron! Bad tries to reach up to Marcus's head and fall to the floor, trying to bring his neck down across the top rope!

 

[Drako Damone]

Marcus thought he'd gotten a moment of reprieve, until he's pulled backwards and his neck is dropped back across the top rope. the surprise and force behind it forces him to fall forward and roll to the center of the ring