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Post by Office on Dec 27, 2016 23:13:37 GMT -5
SAM HEWITT:
From the Nickel City! Sudbury, Ontario! I bid you good evening, fight fans! My name is Sam Hewitt and alongside me is Chad Gomez and welcome to the first Mane Event of 2017! Tonight begins the Heritage Cup wherein eight fighters, including the Heritage Champion himself, Corey Cruelty will duke it out in a single elimination tournament over the next month.
CHAD GOMEZ:
That's right, Sammy! Our first two bouts tonight are good ones! On one bracket, El Hijo de Pollo takes on Jan van der Roost and although these two have never crossed paths on our program, Pollo has been dogging Rooster something awful on Twitter. Saying some unsavoury things about not just Roost, but his family too! To his credit, Roost has kept things cool and collected on his end but I don't expect the same in the ring tonight.
SAM HEWITT:
No doubt about it. On the other bracket, the Heritage Champion Corey Cruelty... in the midst of an impressive reign that currently sits at 162 days as champion with six defenses. He is battling the 6'7" / 260lbs Alexei Smirnov.
CHAD GOMEZ:
Way larger than any of the men or women that Corey Cruelty's faced before. The kid's good, but the Hooligan is a whole new challenge.
SAM HEWITT:
And in our main ev--
Hewitt stops mid sentence as Mandeville Nelson walks onto the screen to join him and Gomez.
MANDEVILLE NELSON:
Sorry to interrupt you, Sam, but I've just received word that Sarah Starr is threatening to boycott tonight's Iron Championship match vs. James Edwards if the Violent Gospel is not banned immediately!
SAM HEWITT:
That's a pretty classless negotiating tactic. This fight card was sold with that bout on the top of the bill and she knows full well what both Lion's Road officials and the athletic commissions said about that particular kick earlier this week. These people paid to see Edwards vs. Starr and now she's trying to hold out?
Hewitt shakes his head and walks back to the table.
MANDEVILLE NELSON:
We're going to try and get a response from the Iron Champion so stay tuned!
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Post by Office on Dec 31, 2016 2:11:07 GMT -5
We return from break with Emperor Ian and Kris Slade each waiting inside the ring.
JAKE AARONS:
This opening bout is to be fought over a ten minute time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner! In the blue corner from San Diego, California! He weighs in at two hundred and five pounds... EMPEROR IAN!
Ian doesn't care.
JAKE AARONS:
In the red corner from Chicago, Illinois! He weighs in at two hundred and thirty four pounds... KRIS SLADE!
Slade doesn't care much for the pageantry either.
JAKE AARONS:
Your referee for this bout is Xavier Pri--
Slade doesn't wait to smash Emperor Ian! He charges across the ring and decks him, knocking him into the corner. He whips Ian across the ring into the corner and Ian staggers out from the impact, Slade rushes in and Skull Cracks him with his jumping knee! Ian falls to the mat and Slade tells someone in the crowd to shut their mouth, drawing some boos before he turns his attention back to Ian. Slade hammers away on Ian as he tries to get up in the corner, then drags him across the length of the ring and slams him head first over the top turnbuckle! Ian falls backwards as referee Xavier Price admonishes Slade, buying some time for Ian to try and recover. Ian gets up and swings wildly, but cracks Slade with a shot and staggers him! Ian gets excited and hits the ropes... spinning heel kick! Slade falls back against the ropes! Ian gets up again, he grabs Slade off the ropes and tries for a jumping knee thrust but Slade shoves him away... SUPERKICK! Ian spins like a top, Slade grabs him... GORY SPECIAL... CRADLE DRIVER! The Diamond Darrell Special is completed and this one is over!
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Slade rolls off and shoves the cameraman out of the way, but not before telling us the Kingdom is coming. A masked man emerges from the back and he and Slade stare each other down as Slade disappears into the lion's mouth.
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Post by Office on Dec 31, 2016 2:11:11 GMT -5
“God or Man” by Manowar tears through the arena like a knife through butter, and the fans in the arena react in kind. As the smoke bellows from the lion’s mouth the heathens in the arena scream out like trench warfare fighters before an assault as Alexander walks through, separating the smoke like a demon from the other side. He wears his in-ring attire with a #BanAlexanderIrvine y-tank top and his Tag Championship, but those and his smirk are not the only feature upon his body. Bumps and bruises coat his body like dents on a tank from small munitions fire. As he makes his way to the ring a woman tries to trip him, cheers coming from her miscreants who wear anti-Irvine/Pulver gear, but the Wolf simply steps out of the way and wags his finger at her, kissing his bicep as he continues his stride. As he steps into the ring he wastes no time in requesting a mic and his request is quickly answered. The Wolf walks to the center of the ring and lifts the microphone to his lips.
ALEXANDER IRVINE:
So my Heathens…how did we all enjoy Black Lion’s Road Bom-Ba-Ye?
The fans erupt in a violent uproar, beating their feet upon the ground as “Irvine Bom-Ba-Ye” chants battle against “Cutlass Bom-Ba-Ye”. As the two chants battle for supremacy, they slowly begin to die down as The Unnatural starts to speak again.
ALEXANDER IRVINE:
Heading into the new year I pondered where I was going to place myself. Black Lion’s Road of course dominates the Tag Team Division and after the Dark Tide’s brutal attack upon the Blazin’ King of Lion’s and myself. Black Lion’s Road seems to now be on a course charted by Poseidon to do battle against Mythological Beasts of the Sea like an epic written by Homer. But that’s Black Lion’s Road… not Alexander Irvine.
His heathen brethren let out a howl that fills the arena…seeming to revitalize the Alpha of the Pack.
ALEXANDER IRVINE:
My battle with Cutlass was one of epic proportions that renewed my energies. The first ever steel cage in Lion’s Road ended with the fruition of a new Matt Pulver, my goal during our feud, but it was still a loss. So tonight I announce that I have entered my name into the Heritage Cup and seek to dethrone Corey Cruelty, the Fighter of the Year for Lion’s Road.
#BlackLion’sMatter and Wolf Country signs wave across the arena as well as #BanAlexanderIrvine signs, held by both fans and protesters in a strange twist of fate.
ALEXANDER IRVINE:
If any Lion’s Road Champion deserves to boast… it’s Cruelty. He won the Heritage Championship and defined what it means to be a champion in 2016 with 6 title defenses. Everyone that has tried to take the championship from him has failed, he certainly has earned the title of Fighter of the Year. But it is now 2017, and when I fight Corey at the end of the Heritage Cup it will not be a fight. It will be a war. He may have aided in ascending the Heritage Title into greatness and given it the luster that has attracted so many contenders. But those men and women don’t know what it’s like to be a Warrior, they don’t know what it’s like to know true Heritage…a legacy. Coming from the Marine Corps, an organization built on its heritage and constantly redefining itself, I know what it means to be a Warrior and I know what it’s like to be part of something bigger than yourself. I know The Heritage Championship is not the 5 Navy Crosses of Chesty Puller. Or even close to the Medals of Honor won by the likes of John Basilone, Smedley Butler or Dan Daily. But it is something that I will add to the Heritage of America’s Warrior Elite. But there is one slot left in the tournament, so the question arises.
There is a momentary pause as Irvine turns to the entrance to the ring, smiling as he motions to the Lion’s Head.”
ALEXANDER IRVINE:
Who in the back stands ready to battle with The Unnatural?
After a momentary pause, silence over takes the arena until "Phenomenon" by Dir en Grey kicks up, sending the crowd into a frenzy as audience wasn't aware the former Tag Champion was scheduled to appear. The Lion's Mouth opens and out-walks Kenshin Takamura clad in street clothes to a roar from the crowd that nearly blows the roof off of the arena. He walks toward the ring with a clear purpose as he slaps a couple hands of the fans before entering the ring. Takamura immediately walks directly toward Alexander Irvine and, for a moment, the two men stand face-to-face, nose-to-nose, the tension between the two men almost recreating the atmosphere of Japanese and American Forces on Iwo Jima. Kenshin breaks away after that long moment to grab a microphone from the announcer. Afterward, he turns back to the man who injured him a couple months back.
KENSHIN TAKAMURA:
Congratulations, Irvine.
Alexander’s eyebrows raise inquisitively as his trademark smirk dances across his face.
KENSHIN TAKAMURA:
Congratulations on all of the success you have had up to this point. In my absence, specifically. You have held on to the Pride of Lions Championship with Cutlass, but I am not here for the Pride of Lions Championship. I am back for you, and since your focus is on the Heritage Championship, I accept your challenge and enter my name into the last spot of the Heritage Cup. Months have passed and I have zero doubt that you believed you had gotten away with murder. It is no secret my shoulder has been an issue for me over the years and honestly, I don't blame you for taking advantage. We are all fighters after all, but that doesn't mean there are no consequences for your actions. That doesn't mean I won't make you pay for the time you took away from my in-ring career. So, since you are out here looking for a challenger, what better way than to beat you and end your hopes of going on to fight Corey Cruelty?
Irvine goes to raise his microphone, but Takamura doesn't seem to be finished.
KENSHIN TAKAMURA:
Your service to your country was an honorable thing Irvine, but you have been lacking in that category since arriving in Lion's Road. I too, have a legacy I wish to carry on; a heritage if you will, but we have unfinished business. So, if I were you, I would forget about the Heritage Championship, and worry about how you're going to defeat The Ace of Aces one-on-one.
The fans are on their feet, stomping them against the ground as they raise their voices to the heavens. The low rumble in the arena build as both men look at one another with their microphones by their side. Both men stand proud and confident as the camera fades to commercial.
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Post by Office on Dec 31, 2016 2:11:14 GMT -5
We return from commercial with Jake Aarons in the ring. JAKE AARONS:
This Heritage Cup first round bout is to be fought over three five minute rounds with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner!"Rooster" by Alice in Chains hits as the lights dim as a single orange spotlight fades in over the lion's mouth as it roars open, Jan van der Roost slowly walks out with a pair of orange gloves in his hand and a towel around his neck. He heads down toward the ring, reaching ringside and looks at referee Robbie Morris before heading up the steps. He places the towel on the turnbuckle, wipes his feet on the apron and climbs through the ropes. He looks up into the spotlight and puts the orange glove on his left hand, then tosses the other into the crowd. He throws his fists into the air as the Trashmen's "Surfin' Bird" hits to the collective groan of the crowd. El Hijo de Polo rushes out from the lion's mouth, holding the cardboard cutout of Sasha Foote. Roost backs into his corner and shakes his head as Hijo dips the cardboard after a quick twirl and kisses it. He throws it in the crowd and rushes down to the ring, Pollo fully expects to get Pearl Harbor'd judging by his reaction but Roost remains firmly in his corner.
JAKE AARONS:
Introducing in the red corner... he hails from Mexico! He weighs in at one hundred and ninety pounds!
Hijo rushes up to Aarons and whispers.
JAKE AARONS:
He would like to be referred to as... THE COCK THAT RUNS THE BLOCK! EL HIJO DE POLLO! Pollo blows some kisses to the crowd.
JAKE AARONS:
Introducing in the blue corner... he hails from the Netherlands! He weighs in at two hundred and two pounds! JAN VAN DER ROOST!Roost raises his fists again. JAKE AARONS:
Your referee for this bout is Robbie Morris!A lone fan lets out a "ROBBIE!" call that gets a few laughs.
SAM HEWITT:
So in an attempt to differentiate the Iron and Heritage titles from one another, Lion's Road officials worked closely with the various athletic commissions over the holiday break to come up with a unique rule set that we will see for the first time in this bout. Heritage bouts will now be fought in rounds, three five minute rounds with a one minute rest period in between. Of course, the rounds are not new - we saw them in the last Heritage title bout of the year. These rules however are brand new...
- If a fighter falls or is thrown or slammed to the mat, the opposing fighter has three (3) seconds to do a follow up attack before the referee steps in and begins the ten count, rendering the fighter unable to do a follow up attack until the opponent is back on their feet.
- Should a fighter release contact while they have their opponent down to the mat then they have five (5) seconds to do a follow up attack (ex: elbow drop, knee drop, aerial attack) before the referee will step in and begin the ten count. If the attack is completed or if the fighter gets perched on the top rope before the count of five, the count will be negated.
Both Roost and Pollo meet in the centre of the ring as Morris goes over a few last minute instructions, he asks them if they want to shake hands and Pollo extends his hand but Roost leaves him hanging and you can't really blame him after all that Pollo has said about the man's family. Morris calls for the bell and the match begins, both men engage in a collar and elbow tie-up that neither man gains the upper hand with. They get into the ropes and Morris calls for a break, the men break away from each other after a bit of a struggle and move back into the centre of the ring. They lock up again, Hijo slaps on a side headlock and wrenches it in tightly before Roost snaps himself free and clamps on a top wrist lock and forces Hijo down to the mat, but the chicken man kips up and does a quick pass underneath and comes out with a top wrist lock of his own and forces Roost to the mat but Roost quickly clamps on some headscissors - that Pollo quickly kips up out of and the two come to a stand off to the appreciation of the crowd.
SAM HEWITT: Credit where it's due, Chad. I thought with all the trash talk from El Hijo de Pollo that we were going to see a wild brawl but these two men are trading holds. I'll admit that they are very aggressive holds and it's clear that they're trying to outclass the other - I've seen enough bouts in my day to know what these sort of encounters devolve into.
Hijo and Roost disengage from their fighting stances and circle around again, Pollo stops to trash talk an audience member and gets taken to the mat with a single leg takedown. Roost grabs a hold of Hijo's wrists and then knuckle locks with him before he tries to pin him to the mat, earning a one count at the very least before Hijo gets a shoulder up and then shuffles onto his side. He knees Roost in the rib cage and rolls onto his back, kips up and backs the off balanced Jan van der Roost into the corner. Morris steps in and calls for a break, but Hijo is slow to back away... at three he does though, but not before giving Roost a little slap where he kneed him. Roost comes out of the corner and Hijo tries to grab an arm, but the fall back into the ropes again where Morris once more calls for a break. Hijo slowly backs away, but then slaps Roost across the face! The crowd gasps as the sound echoes throughout the venue, Roost springs off the ropes and locks-up and clamps on a side headlock in one smooth motion, taking Pollo down to the mat! Hijo tries to use the headscissors to alleviate the pressure of the hold on him but to no avail. Roost changes position ever so slightly, and Hijo uses this chance to get up to his feet while still in the hold and back Roost into the ropes. He shoots him off and Roost comes back off the ropes with a European uppercut! Hijo goes down and Roost doesn't immediately follow up, so Morris begins the ten count. Hijo staggers up at three and gets snapmared back down to the mat where tries to apply a chinlock, but Pollo grabs an arm and slips out, turning it into a grounded hammerlock. Roost smacks Hijo with a back elbow smash, but Pollo absorbs the blow and ends the round in control with the hammerlock. Both men go back to their corners without incident and get refreshments and towelled down by their assigned seconds.
CHAD GOMEZ: What do you think their mindsets are coming out of the first round?
SAM HEWITT: Well, they had five minutes to really feel each other out. I think from here things start getting a bit more heated, the action started to pick up in the last thirty seconds of round one, but the minute rest period may cause them to use up a minute or two of round two to get back in the right gear so to speak.
Round two begins and they lock-up immediately, Roost backs Hijo into the ropes but Pollo spins him around and puts him against them - slap! The thunderous slap across the cheek of Jan van der Roost causes him to double over as Morris backs Pollo away and lets Roost have some room to recover and get off the ropes. Roost gets off the ropes and immediately gets a big forearm smack across his back! Roost absorbs it and stays standing, but Pollo headbutts him down to the mat! Roost appears to be have been caught by the headbutt right on the orbital bone as that is what he's favouring, but he gets back up at six of the ten count and Hijo pie faces him back down! Roost gets up again, but Hijo grabs him and smashes him head first into the corner! Roost falls onto the turnbuckles and watches as Pollo struts about the ring, calling Roost a bitch - Roost drives a kick into El Hijo de Pollo's abdomen, doubling him over and then grabs him and slams him head first into the top turnbuckle! He looks to the fans and asks if they want more, they of course agree and begin counting aloud as Hijo is smashed off the turnbuckle eight more times. The crowd plays along with the drama of the tenth one, but Hijo gets his foot on the middle turnbuckle before Roost can smash him again and punches him right in the bread basket! Roost heaves and coughs as Hijo drills him with a knee lift that sends him back down to the mat.
SAM HEWITT: Cheap shot from El Hijo de Pollo.
CHAD GOMEZ: It's perfectly legal though.
SAM HEWITT: So is stomping on your opponent's foot, but that's not something you often see in a friendlier bout.
CHAD GOMEZ: I don't think El Hijo de Pollo is worried about holding your idea of integrity in professional wrestling, Sam.
Hijo is forced to back away as Roost gets the count, but the Netherlands native gets up at seven. Pollo greets him with a slap to the face! Roost staggers away as Pollo begins talking shit, only for Rooster to turn back and kick him directly in the stomach. Hijo doubles over in pain and Roost grabs him and throws him between the ropes out to the floor! The crowd eats it up! Hijo gets given the count while Roost goes over to his second, who's instructing him to calm down - don't get disqualified. Hijo climbs back into the ring and Roost goes right at him, applying an arm wringer and wrenching it tight enough that it forces Hijo to his knees. Because the hold is still applied, no count is taking place and Roost drives his knee into the bicep/shoulder of Hijo! He releases the arm wringer and Morris begins his count. Pollo is back up at four and immediately gets placed in an arm wringer again, Pollo tries to back into the ropes to break the hold but Roost snatches him away and hip tosses him with such ferocity that Pollo bounces! Pollo staggers to his feet, Roost applies a hammerlock on him and then spins him around for a body slam with his arm stilled trapped underneath him! Pollo yelps in pain and Roost tries to make a cover, but is too late on the follow up!
SAM HEWITT: You have a very small window to do follow up attacks or make a pinfall unless of course you chain a move together such as a snapmare or an arm drag. Roost did not chain anything together and he didn't drop on top immediately after the slam. He waited too long and was thus unable to make the cover.
Roost nods as Morris finishes explaining it and goes t pull Pollo up to his feet - SMALL PACKAGE!
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Roost kicks out right as the bell sounds to end the second round.
Pollo gets up and kicks him in the side as Morris and the seconds leap in to separate them. Roost is taken back to his corner where his second places an ice bag over his orbital bone, which has become swollen after Pollo's headbutt. El Hijo de Pollo takes a swig of water and stands up, ready to go after just twenty seconds. Pollo taunts him, asking how much time the old man needs - Roost tries to get up but his second keeps him in the corner while Morris stands between the two. Hijo takes another swig of water as finally the third round begins...
SAM HEWITT: Here we go! Final round!
Roost gets up and Hijo spits the water in his eyes! Roost then gets grabbed and Irish whipped into the turnbuckle with some ridiculous velocity! Roost staggers out, eats a knife edge chop and then receives a European uppercut that sends him down to the mat! Hijo backs off and taunts while Roost recovers. Morris gets to six and Roost gets up, Hijo charges him but eats a running clothesline! Roost looks down as Hijo lays flat on his back, says something to him and walks back to his corner as Morris begins his count. Morris gets to seven before Pollo gets back on his feet and Rooster immediately grabs him and whips him into the corner! Hijo gets posted! Sternum first! The chicken falls backwards to the mat and Roost retreats to his corner while Morris begins his ten count again. Hijo gets up at five, but falls back into the corner as Roost tries to approach him. Pollo calls for time, which he gets anyway being in the corner but holds his chest and coughs, Roost isn't convinced as Pollo writhes in pain. Referee Robbie Morris steps between them, trying to get Roost to back up and Pollo uses the opportunity to sucker punch Roost! He falls to the mat and Pollo struts about the ring while the count is going. Roost gets up at eight, and Pollo grabs him from his doubled over state and whacks him with a European uppercut! Roost goes back, but turns around and clocks him with one of his own! ROOST! POLLO! ROOST! POLLO! ROOST! Roost rocks Hijo with that final European uppercut, then grabs him in a front waist lock and belly to belly suplexes him to the mat! He covers!
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Roost gets up and goes to pull Hijo up, but remembers the rules and backs off. Pollo stumbles to his feet and gets grabbed by Roost, Irish whipped into the corner sternum first again! Pollo falls backwards, but holds onto the top rope and is being counted as he attempts to get his wobbly legs firmly underneath him. Hijo finally plants both feet and nine and makes a complete show of it that he beat the count. Roost grabs him and tries to post him a third time, but Pollo leaps up... SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! He lands on top of Roost, but Roost rolls it through!
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Roost gets up, checks the count with Morris who insists it was two. Roost stalks Pollo as he crawls toward the ropes, the chicken pulls himself to his feet and gets spun around! ONE KNIFE EDGE CHOP! TWO KNIFE EDGE CHOP! Roost holds the third, letting the crowd play along... THREE KNIFE EDGE CHOP! Hijo doubles over and Roost pulls him in for the brainbuster and gets him up... but Hijo slips out the back door and... KICKS ROOST LOW! Morris calls for the bell, throwing up a red card as Hijo continues as though the match is still going. He jumps on Roost's back and clamps on the Slaughterhouse Stretch! Roost's limbs are all restrained, and any fight he might've had has been rendered useless by the low blow. Roost falls to the mat and Pollo screams as he transitions from the arms to a choke, Robbie Morris and security manage to yank him off Roost and medical staff roll the Dutch fighter out to the floor as Pollo almost breaks free - enough to spit on Roost on the floor! Security yanks him back and pulls him out of the ring and up to the back while Roost wipes his face and gets to his feet, watching Pollo being taken away.
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Post by Office on Dec 31, 2016 2:11:17 GMT -5
Before the action is set to begin, the camera shifts over to the backstage area where a young woman could be seen doing some stretches to warm up. This woman would be none other than Nöelle Charpentier - a woman who has proven herself to be a capable competitor since arriving to Lion's Road back in December. After warming up and making sure that she was fully prepared, Noëlle gives the camera a bright smile as she spoke.
NOËLLE CHARPENTIER:
You know, being here in Lion's Road is absolutely amazing. And sure, it may sound a bit like a cliché, but it's the honest truth. I've given it my all ever since I came here, and I am proud of the fact that in the two matches that I've had so far, I've been able to come out on top and put on display exactly what I am capable of.
Noëlle nods her head and the smile remains as the young woman certainly felt proud of herself in that moment.
NOËLLE CHARPENTIER:
Of course, I still have a long way to go from being the best that this promotion has to offer, and while I may not have a meteoric rise to fame at this rate, I'd like to think that I am still doing well for myself. It's easy for people to discredit me because I'm not some notable name that the professional wrestling world goes nuts for. However, I'd like to change that, and eventually, I do plan on becoming a champion here. Even if I have to take baby steps to get there, then so be it. I'm not here to stay stagnant while everyone else is having the spotlight all to themselves. At one point or another, my name will actually mean something here.
Radiating in confidence and determination, Noëlle flashes a quick wink to the camera.
NOËLLE CHARPENTIER:
Trust me, this isn't wishful thinking. I'm not making any empty promises or silly claims that do nothing more than to inflate my ego. With the population of Kick City growing more and more, I'm looking to keep all of this momentum going for me, and I'll be inviting a few more people to it. So get ready, because things are only going up from here.
And with that, London's own Head Hunter smirks before she heads off to the ring, ready to go into her match with everything that she's got.
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Post by Office on Dec 31, 2016 2:11:20 GMT -5
We return from break to find Paulie Rod inside the ring with the Mayor of Kick City, Noelle Charpentier. Rod tries to pull Charpentier up off the mat, but she gets her hands under his chin and forces him to step back before kneeing him in the gut. Rod stumbles over into the corner and Noelle charges in looking for the European uppercut, but eats an elbow to the face for her efforts! Rod grabs her and Irish whips her into the corner and then runs up to her, grabs her by the wrist again and shoots her into the opposite set of ropes. Charpentier hits hard and Rod runs in, but she lunges out as he hits the middle of the ring and rocks his world with a discus elbow! Rod stumbles away and falls to a knee as she gets her wits back about her, Noelle lines him up... ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Rod falls down on both knees and crawls over to the ropes to buy himself some time, but Charpentier ignores Buster Powell's instructions to stay back and goes after him. She pulls him up and whips him out, but gets reversed mid stride... Rod goes for a clothesline as she comes off the ropes...
SAM HEWITT:
Charpentier ducks the lariat... Rod turns arou--superkick!
Rod gets spun back around the way he came and Noelle grabs him in a rear waist hold, she hoists him up... From London With Lov-no! Rod lands on his feet, falls to a knee but gets back up... HEAD HUNTER'S MARK! The springboard enzuigiri makes up for missing the German suplex! She grabs Rod before he can hit the mat and traps him in the crossface chickenwing! LONDON FALLING! Rod taps out!
SAM HEWITT:
Impressive win by Noelle Charpentier in a redebut of sorts. She hit the scene at the tail end of the last season, earning wins over Emperor Ian and Wolf Andersen but looks poised to be onto bigger and better things this season. They call her the Mayor of Kick City, and it's easy to see why - they cut anyone down to size!
Charpentier is all smiles, slapping hands with a few of the younger girls in the audience and signing an autograph or two as we head to commercial.
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Post by Office on Dec 31, 2016 2:11:30 GMT -5
We come back to the backstage area, Becky Chande is standing by with Kris Slade.
BECKY CHANDE:
So... any leads on this masked guy at ringside?
Slade rolls his eyes and snatches the microphone away.
KRIS SLADE:
Do I look like a detective? All I know is that something isn't adding up here. So, whoever this is - you play your game. I'm focused on me, and I'm looking for the very best to be in my Kingdom. The Kingdom is MY image of Lion's Road and if this is some way of trying to impress me... bah, I'm not impressed by pussy footing. If you have any balls, any balls at all.
Slade gets close to the camera as he begins to speak.
KRIS SLADE:
You'll come to North Bay next week and slap me right in the face.
Slade chuckles and walks off, but stops and backs up.
KRIS SLADE:
But you don't have any. You hide behind a mask, you're weak. I'm going to rip you apart.
Slade hands the microphone back.
BECKY CHANDE:
Strong words, back to you guys at ringside.
JAKE AARONS:
This Heritage Cup first round bout is to be fought over three five minute rounds with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner!
The first beats of "Head Kicked In" by Riot blasts over the speakers and the lion's mouth opens up, Alexei Smirnov emerges with a balaclava covering his face. He lights up the pyro in his right hand and twirls it as he saunters down the aisle. He hops onto the apron and steps over the ropes, climbs the turnbuckle and yells along to the chorus of the song. Darkness coats us and the lone spotlight shines down on the lion's mouth as Corey Cruelty walks out... arms held in an X over his Heritage Championship. As Avenged Sevenfold's "Darkness Surrounding" continues - he walks down the aisle and slides into the ring.
JAKE AARONS:
Introducing first in the red corner! From Serbia! He weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds... ALEXEI SMIRNOV!
Smirnov yanks off his balaclava and chucks it at Cruelty.
JAKE AARONS:
In the blue corner! From Duluth, Minnesota! He weighs in at two hundred and thirteen pounds... COREY CRUELTY!
As soon as Cruelty is announced, he charges across the ring - ditching the Heritage belt as he does - and begins beating on Alexei Smirnov to begin round one! Smirnov tries to cover up, push him away or do anything but is clearly taken aback by the fact that someone dared get the jump on him! Cruelty knees Smirnov in the gut and stomps away on him as he's doubled over! He grabs Smirnov by the head and begins slamming him into the top turnbuckle but he and the fans quickly realize... Smirnov's smiling! Cruelty nails him into the 'buckles a third time and then backs up. Smirnov turns and blocks a punch from Cruelty and rakes the eyes! Referee Cordell Garner admonishes him, but he responds by hoisting Cruelty high into the air in a Gorilla Press and then slams him down to the mat with the highest of authority! Cruelty lands hard on his stomach, coming back up to his knees and gets Irish whipped into the corner by the Serbian hooligan. Smirnov dashes across the ring... HUGE SPLASH!
SAM HEWITT:
This one is a very different bout stylistically than the other first round bout between El Hijo de Pollo and Jan van der Roost. Smirnov is nothing flashy - he's a big brute of a man and loves to brawl. Corey Cruelty likes to brawl himself, but does possess some technical ability and youthful exuberance in the ring. Of course, he's also got that Oblivion Piledriver but I don't think he's ever tried to hit it on anyone the size of the 6'7, 260lbs Alexei Smirnov.
Cruelty staggers out and falls to the mat, but gets back up in a dizzied rage. He swings wildly, but Smirnov begins picking him apart with shots. He catches Cruelty with a couple kicks to the midsection that drop him to a knee and then Irish whips him into the ropes. Cruelty gets thrown up onto Smirnov's shoulders, but wriggles free and slides out the back... Smirnov turns around and headbutts Cruelty! He grabs the Heritage Champion's arm and leads him into a lariat! Cruelty goes down and rolls out of the ring to the floor, but this stalling tactic doesn't buy him any time because Alexei Smirnov is right out after him! Cruelty realizes this and scrambles to his feet, pulling himself up on the guardrail and then turns and decides to charge the big man but Smirnov is ready and snap powerslams him to the floor with the Red Star! Referee Garner's count reaches six and Smirnov decides to return to the ring.
SAM HEWITT:
New to the 2017 season - there's a ten count on the outside for all matches! It was previously only for the Iron bouts, but Lion's Road officials wanted to encourage the action to stay inside the ring and not allow too much time to be spent outside of it. Alexei Smirnov rolling in well before the count is close and leaves Corey Cruelty outside.
CHAD GOMEZ:
Well, yeah - a countout is no less impressive a victory. You incapacitated a fighter on the floor long enough that they couldn't climb back inside.
Smirnov stands taunting the crowd inside the ring as Cruelty stumbles to his feet and lunges toward the apron, but falls back down. The count reaches nine and the Heritage Champion grabs the bottom rope and slings himself inside the ring to the delight of the fans. Cruelty tries to get to his feet, but Smirnov stomps the back of his head and sends him back down to the mat. Garner backs Smirnov up and gives him a yellow card!
JAKE AARONS:
Referee Cordell Garner has issue a yellow card to Alexei Smirnov! His first public warning!
Cruelty pulls himself up using the ropes and Smirnov marches over and eats a forearm shot as the bell sounds to end the first round, Smirnov tries to attack him still but Garner and Smirnov's second pull him back.
CHAD GOMEZ:
Saved by the bell, Sammy.
SAM HEWITT:
Cruelty struck him before the bell, I think the round ending certainly gives him a chance to recover from the Red Star slam on the floor but I don't think Cruelty's out of it just yet.
Round two begins and Smirnov charges across this time, but Cruelty kicks him in the gut and blasts him with a headbutt. He drops an elbow across the back of his head and backs up into the ropes... YAKUZA KICK! Smirnov staggers away, but doesn't fall as Corey hopes so the Heritage Champion begins firing forearm shots at him before dragging him back into the centre of the ring and driving him into the mat with a facebuster! He rolls him onto his back and covers!
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Cruelty gets right back up and wants to follow up his attack, but Garner pushes him back as he keeps his count going. Smirnov gets up to his knees and Cruelty begins slamming forearm shots down across his back! Cruelty pulls him and grabs his throat, choking him as he presses him against the ropes! Garner steps in to separate the two and Smirnov rakes the eyes of Cruelty, but it goes unseen! The Heritage Champion staggers back into the middle of the ring, but catches Smirnov with a running knee! Smirnov falls back into the ropes and Cruelty grabs him, pulls him out... sup-nope, he should know better! Smirnov clubs him and then pulls him in for a powerbomb! Smirnov pulls him up, but Cruelty punches away and manages to catch his feet on the ropes, step onto it - narrowly missing a fall straight to the floor. Cruelty hops onto the apron and clubs Smirnov as he turns around to grab him, the Serbian fighter stumbles into the ring and Cruelty tries something a bit different... he slingshots himself over the ropes and leg lariats Smirnov down to the mat! He covers!
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Cruelty gets up, a little wobbly but he's standing! He waits for Smirnov to get to his knees so he can grab him up, then Irish whips him into the ropes. Cruelty charges in and does an impressive change in direction leap, trapping Smirnov in an inverted front chancery. Cruelty tries to DDT him from there, but Smirnov powers up and hoists Cruelty onto his shoulder! He points to the corner and runs in... SNAKE EYES! Cruelty smacks his head off the top turnbuckle and springs backwards, falling to a knee but getting back up and turns right around into... CRUELTY DODGES THE LIGHTNING CHARGE! Smirnov spears the ring post! Smirnov pulls himself out of the corner, clearly on dream street and gets yanked in... CAN HE DO IT!? Cruelty hooks around the waist... OBLIVION PILEDRIVER!
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Cruelty breathes a sigh of relief and rolls out of the ring to collect his belt, Alexei Smirnov is attended to by his second and medical staff but is shoving them away from his prone position on the mat. Cruelty watches this take place as he hurriedly makes his way around ringside and up the aisle.
SAM HEWITT:
Alexei Smirnov gave Corey Cruelty a good run for his money, but the Heritage Champion uses his quickness again to pick up a victory and indeed manages to send the big Serbian brute into Oblivion. As we learned tonight, the last two spots in the Heritage Cup have been filled and Kenshin Takamura will battle Alexander Irvine next week to determine who Corey Cruelty's opponent in the second round will be. On the other side of the bracket, Jan van der Roost earned a DQ victory over El Hijo de Pollo and will meet the winner of the La Cucaracha vs. Grace Kazoulis bout.
CHAD GOMEZ:
His quickness? Alexei Smirnov defeated himself! That Lightning Charge would've sent Cruelty into a far worse place than Oblivion! Did you see how he tore across that ring?
SAM HEWITT:
That's why it's remarkable that Cruelty got out of the way! That, and yes - there was some serious force behind the spear... but it's all for naught when it's the ring post you hit.
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Post by Office on Dec 31, 2016 2:11:45 GMT -5
We return from commercial seeing the ring filled with mass - Ben Chrenshaw, Kraken and Leviathan with Eli Buchanan and Jackson Kaiser on one side while Hammerstein and Matt Pulver are on the opposite side. The crowd murmurs in the silence before Oasis' "Columbia" hits. The crowd pops as the lights sync up to the stone-grooved rhythm, Julian Cutlass emerges from the lion's mouth clad in a blue, hooded robe and the crowd roars as he looks out at them, King of the Lions title strapped firmly around his waist and glistening under the hot lights. He steadily walks down the aisle with a relaxed, assured confidence... staring directly at his foes inside the ring. He reaches the ringside are and tosses the robe to a stage hand and then climbs the steps, unfastening his title before ducking underneath the top rope to climb into the ring. He bumps fists with Pulver and Hammerstein before they move aside and let him do his corner stretches.
JAKE AARONS:
This bout is a special six man tag and is to be fought over a fifteen minute time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner! Introducing first at a combined weight of nine hundred and sixty two pounds... the trio of LEVIATHAN! KRAKEN! and BEN CHRENSHAW!
Chrenshaw stands smirking as the two tall and brooding figures stand behind him.
CHAD GOMEZ:
Sammy, I think even the weakest man would feel confident standing in battle with the Dark Tide but imagine... just imagine how a man with the callidity of Ben Chrenshaw feels with those men on his side.
JAKE AARONS:
Their opponents at a combined weight of six hundred and sixty one pounds... the trio of HAMMERSTEIN! MATT PULVER! and JULIAN CUTLASS!
The fans pop as the trio turns to talk strategy.
JAKE AARONS:
Your referee for this bout is Xavier Price!
Aarons leaves, taking the King of the Lions belt with him. All six men remain in the ring and Price doesn't have to guess what's about to come because he ducks for cover as the heels charge the faces! Kraken grabs Cutlass and chucks him out of the ring, Chrenshaw appears to be directing traffic and calls for Pulver to be thrown out too! This leaves Hammerstein in the ring with all three and he gets his lumps in the corner. He gets Irish whipped into the opposing corner and Leviathan opens up with some Torrential Force - a big splash in the corner. Chrenshaw charges in and nails Hammer with a forearm! Kraken calls out in French and despite not knowing the language, both Leviathan and Chrenshaw know what it means and clear the path. The largest man in Lion's Road bounds across the ring and squashes Hammerstein between he and the corner posts! Eli Buchanan laughs and turns around, saying "it's your fault!" to his sister, Holly in the crowd. Kraken lets Hammerstein stagger out of the corner and then body slams him in the centre of the ring and backs off, presenting him as a gift for Ben Chrenshaw who smiles. The Crippler stomps Hammerstein a few times before he steps on him. Chrenshaw stomps his stomach, then shakes his head and says to Kraken, "you do it!". Kraken laughs and agrees.
SAM HEWITT:
Oh no.
CHAD GOMEZ:
He deserves it, Sam! Every bit of it! How do you turn on your best friend and then try to pork his sister?!
Kraken makes a show of it, putting one foot on Hammer's chest and raising his arms in the air. Cutlass and Pulver try to get back inside, but get stomped on by Leviathan and Chrenshaw before Kraken steps on top of Hammerstein! Hammer's feet kick wildly and he gasps for air, Kraken and Leviathan exit the ring as Ben Chrenshaw drops down for the lateral press!
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Chrenshaw pulls his rival up to his feet and backs him into the ropes. He whips him out, but gets countered and sent in himself - Hammerstein leaps into the air looking for the Tomahawk chop, but Chrenshaw dodges it! Two big forearms from the Crippler follow, staggering the Hammer enough to give Chrenshaw some time to back into the ropes and charge out. Hammerstein uses Chrenshaw's momentum against him to deliver a hip toss - getting some ridiculous height on it! Feeling well spent at this point, Hammerstein tags in Matt Pulver who charges in and grabs Chrenshaw in a three quarter nelson as he tries to retreat to his corner and snapmares him down to the mat. Chrenshaw gets right back up though, Pulver shrugs and kicks him in the gut before grabbing him in a front chancery and suplexes back down to the mat. He floats over for the cover...
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Pulver barely gets off of him enough for Chrenshaw to roll out, allowing Leviathan to march on into the ring. Cutlass warns Pulver and the the Kingsport Nightmare snarls as he tries to blast Pulver with a clubbing blow, but Pulver jumps to the corner. Leviathan angrily charges in, but Pulver gets his foot up and kicks Leviathan in the mush! Pulver hops up onto the middle rope and waits for Leviathan to turn around... he hops off... TORNA-NOO! GUILLOTINE CHOKE! Leviathan starts shaking Pulver back and forth, but Cutlass gets inside the ring... BLAZIN' KICK TO LEVIATHAN! He falls to a knee and Pulver wrenches it in tighter! Kraken charges inside the ring and makes the save using it up for their team. Leviathan staggers to a corner, dazed and confused and Pulver doesn't give him any room to breath as he begins blasting him with forearms! Leviathan tries to shove Pulver away and does, but Pulver gets right back up and cleans his clock with a roundhouse kick! Pulver points to Cutlass and rolls out of the ring, Cutlass gets in and palm strikes the 6'6" / 299lbs man. He staggers out and Cutlass lariats him! He goes down! Cutlass calls for the Blazin' Kick, but Chrenshaw lariats him from the apron! The Crippler drops off the apron and pulls Cutlass out of the ring, Hammerstein jumps in and Buchanan starts going nuts telling Kraken to get in there! Hammerstein pulls Leviathan up off the mat and struggles, but body slams him! Kraken grabs Hammerstein and swings him around, but Hammer pushes him backwards... RIGHT INTO A MATT PULVER DIVING FRONT DROPKICK! Kraken goes tumbling out of the ring, but lands on his feet! Hammerstein asks WHY and the fans call back with WHY NOT!? as he climbs onto the second rope and Whynot Bombs Leviathan! Hammerstein backs off the pin, knowing Kraken can swipe him that closely. Pulver baseball slides Kraken sending the big man back into the guardrail! Hammerstein pulls Leviathan up and snaps off a DDT! He rolls him over!
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Buchanan is livid! He turns and decks Jackson Kaiser as Hammerstein and Pulver regroup on the outside, Chrenshaw and Cutlass are battling in the aisle as Buchanan puts the boots to Leviathan's manager! Kraken comes around and Buchanan shouts in French, to which the big man nods and climbs inside the ring. Kraken pulls Leviathan to his feet, seemingly checking to see if he's okay before he GOOZLES HIM! KRAKEN CHOKESLAMS LEVIATHAN! Kraken hits the ropes and splashes him! Buchanan shouts AGAIN! Kraken laughs and gladly repeats the splash, then adds a third for good measure. Hammerstein watches in horror as Pulver has gone back to grab Cutlass and pull him away as security separates the Crippler and the Blazin' King. Buchanan tells Hammerstein that'll be him!
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Post by Office on Dec 31, 2016 2:11:49 GMT -5
James Edward is mad. Stomping mad. Pacing in circles crazy. This is the first time the Lion’s Road audience has seen him this way, and it is surprisingly average looking. It humanizes the usually stoic champion.
Still, this is not a moment to approach the Burning Heart. He is more fire than man. The war drums pulse in his ears. Any man would err greatly to assume he would accept a casual greeting in his nerve-addled state.
However, a woman is a different story.
The slender frame of Noelle Charpentier moves into the frame. Kick City’s mayor stops right in front of Edwards. She smiles.
NOELLE CHARPENTIER:
Good luck tonight, champ.
And with that, she is off. She survived the danger zone.
James does not have time to ponder why the newcomer entered his sanctum. Something more important is on his mind. He grabs his ring jacket, dons it, zips it, and pulls the hood up. He slings the Iron Championship over his shoulder.
The main event is next. Hopefully.
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Post by Office on Dec 31, 2016 2:11:53 GMT -5
LION'S ROAD ON TOUR
1/12 - NORTH BAY, ONTARIO
1/19 - BARRIE, ONTARIO
1/26 - COLLINGWOOD, ONTARIO
2/2 - OWEN SOUND, ONTARIO
2/9 - SARNIA, ONTARIO
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Post by Office on Jan 4, 2017 22:58:09 GMT -5
The show comes back from commercial. It is time for the main event, but only the champion is in the ring ready to compete. Edwards leans back in his corner and impatiently waits for Sarah Starr’s entrance. The heavy presence of protesters at ringside are noticeable. Several of them heave insults about the moral fiber of the Iron Champion. To his credit, James does his best to ignore them at first, but as the seconds pass by he grows increasingly agitated. Finally, he shakes his head, curses under his breath, and calls for the microphone. Edwards motions for the camera operator to zoom in on his face, which is a mask of primal snarl and arctic eyes.
JAMES EDWARDS:
Aight, Sarah, you’ve played ya game. You’ve tried to get me to crack, and I don’t know what to tell; don’t know what to tell these people. You wanted this fight. You wanted to compete for a title, but you wanted it on your damn terms. I said it once, and I’ll say it again, I ain’t givin’ up the kick.
The protesters howl in a chorus of boos. Edwards shouts over top of them.
JAMES EDWARDS:
This, all of this, the calls, the signs, the crazy people ruining the show for the real fans, this ain’t what title fights are about. As far as I’m concerned, Sarah, you’ve pissed your chance away. Somebody else deserves it a helluva lot more than you. So just send somebody else---
The protesters break out in a chant of “coward.” Some event chant for Sarah Starr. James knows he is backed into a corner and for the first time during this entire ordeal he looks like he wants to cave.
JAMES EDWARDS:
Okay, y'all win. I’ll put the kick on the table so the show can go on--
The protesters cheer with delight. Edwards holds a hand up, asking for silence. Which he gets much to his surprise.
JAMES EDWARDS:
Hold up, I ain’t done. If ya’ll, the protestors and the Starrs, want somethin’ from me, somethin’ I cherish, my best move, then ya’ll gotta put somethin’ on the table too. Fightin’, at least to me, is about leavin’ your soul in this ring every time you get into it. It takes so much from you but the reward is so fuckin’ sweet when you win. A fighter has to earn that sweetness, and Sarah, I ain’t gonna let you taste it on a technicality. If you want the kick gone from this fight and this company, then you are gonna have to give. I want you to give me everything in exchange for the Violent Gospel. My kick for your career in Lions Road. You got three minutes to answer.
Edwards slams down the mic, and the show goes to another commercial.
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Post by Office on Jan 4, 2017 22:59:21 GMT -5
CHAMPIONS CHECK IN
SPONSORED BY ADEQUATE TIRE
COREY CRUELTY, HERITAGE CHAMPION - 162 DAYS, 6 DEFENSES
JULIAN CUTLASS, KING OF THE LIONS CHAMPION - 99 DAYS, 2 DEFENSES
BLACK LION'S ROAD, TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS - 78 DAYS, 1 DEFENSE
JAMES EDWARDS, IRON CHAMPION - 57 DAYS, 1 DEFENSE
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Post by Office on Jan 4, 2017 23:00:02 GMT -5
We return from break to see the protesters parting like the Red Sea for Sarah Starr and of course her husband, Kenneth. Both of the Starrs are grinning ear to ear as they reach the ring, Sarah climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring. She walks up to Edwards and says something to him, but Edwards' scowl doesn't change.
JAKE AARONS:
This Iron Championship bout is to be fought over a twenty minute time limit with one fall, one submission, one knockout or points to decide the winner! Introducing first... the challenger! from Rochester, New York! She weighs in at one hundred and twenty eight pounds... SARAH STARR!
Starr turns around and kisses her husband.
JAKE AARONS:
Her opponent! From Lexington, Kentucky! He weighs in at two hundred and four pounds... the current, reigning and defending Iron Champion... JAMES EDWARDS!
Edwards stares Starr down, handing his title off without taking his eyes off of her. Starr tries her best to act like it doesn't bother her, but you can tell it's leaving her a bit unsettled.
JAKE AARONS:
Your referee for this bout is Cordell Garner!
He calls for the bell. There's an eerie silence throughout the venue before a huge "VIOLENT GOSPEL!" chant breaks out, the protesters boo the chant initially and then then start a duelling chant of "BAN THAT KICK!" to try and drown them out. Starr emerges from her corner and meets Edwards in the middle of the ring where she begins talking trash, but the Iron Champion pops her good with an elbow smash! Starr doubles over in pain, then drops to a knee and quickly grabs the ropes exhausting a point, but preventing Edwards from doing a follow up attack. Kenneth comes rushing to that side of the ring and grabs his wife's head to check on her. The camera reveals she's busted her lip, and Kenneth lets Edwards have it for that! Edwards shrugs and leans against the opposite ropes. Sarah gets up in an angered frenzy and marches right up to Edwards and slaps him! The crowd oohs as she continues talking shit as Edwards grimaces, she tries to slap him again but Edwards catches the arm! He wallops her with a slap of his own! Sarah falls to the mat and Kenneth Starr hops onto the apron, Edwards charges him and decks him! Kenneth goes flying off the apron into the crowd of protesters, knocking a large portion of them down as they try to catch him.
CHAD GOMEZ:
These protesters must've been the kids who got picked lasted in gym class. How are you not able to catch a one hundred and eight some pound man?!
Edwards leans over the ropes, yelling something at them. He turns around and catches a kick from Sarah Starr, who begs off... Edwards throws her legs around, forcing her to do a full 360' while he makes matters worse by nailing her with a back fist! Starr falls to the mat on all fours, Edwards pushes her over and backs into the corner. Starr angrily smacks the mat and gets up to a knee... VIOLENT GOSPEL! Garner almost pounces Edwards to avoid any further contact and calls for the bell. Edwards sits in the corner as Garner gets up, goes and retrieves the belt while Kenneth Starr jumps in the ring just screaming at the Iron Champion for knocking out his wife with the very move she had the chance to ban. Medical staff assist him as she comes to and help Kenneth remove her from the ring. The atmosphere inside the venue is raucous. Protesters rendered silent. True fight fans overjoyed, with some already bidding the stars adieu in a rather profane manner. In the eye of the storm, stands the placid Iron Champion, breathing heavily and looking more relieved than happy. He reclaims his prize from Garner, but does not hold it in the air as a symbol of defiance as he did in the past. This time asks for a microphone for the second time in the evening.
JAMES EDWARDS:
Ain’t nobody gonna say that walkin’ the high path is easy. My ancestors literally did that for a century before life got to hard for em’ and they had to move down mountain. They did it, though, because they had something in their hearts they took as gospel. They believed in their dream of a better life so much that they left their home to go to places where folks laughed at they way they talked and dressed. That branch of my family was tough, man, but they were tough because they knew what they wanted. I think the point of all that is sometime you gotta gamble. It is damn dumb of me to risk my best move just to get this fight, to get rid of all the horseshit surrounding the kick. I don’t blame anybody for thinkin’ that or the fact I’m a stubborn asshole for not changin’, but doing that spits in the face of everything Lions Road stands for. We ain’t like other companies here. Style reigns over substance. Toughness over titty babies. The belts mean somethin’, they ain’t a prop to swab egos. We come here, to small places, instead of big cities most of the time and love it. They ain’t easy. We ain’t gonna get rich easy walkin’ that road, but that’s what you do when you have a dream.
Edwards pauses for a moment and picks up the Iron Championship.
JAMES EDWARDS:
I know some of y’all in the back want this; y’all think you can beat me. Hell most of you can, but thinkin’ and doin’ are two separate things. I told AJ to keep his head clear if he wanted to beat me. Bastard didn’t do it. Sarah tried to play games instead of comin’ at me straight on. You saw what it just cost her. She ain’t ever gonna get another shot, ain’t gonna compete in this company ever again. That’s the price you pay when you don’t give your whole self to the fight. It is the dividin’ line between champion and challenger. So if anybody watchin’ this wants to take a crack, I got a question, whatcha’ gonna give up? Are you gonna gamble to hold the keys to the Iron Kingdom? Just know I’m a gamblin’ champion and it takes a fuckin’ helluva hand to beat me.
Edwards slams the mic, lifts the belt, and roars along with the crowd as the show comes to a close.
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Post by Office on Jan 5, 2017 23:11:10 GMT -5
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