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Post by Office on Apr 20, 2017 10:11:06 GMT -5
MANDEVILLE NELSON:
Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to start tonight's show with a first in Lion's Road history: an in-ring wedding.
CHAD GOMEZ (obviously battling a sore throat):
Yeah... ahem... because we know... ahem... those ALWAYS work out...
SAM HEWITT:
You'll have to excuse Chad here tonight, he's battling a sore throat but insisted he do commentary for his fan. At any rate, we've got some special guests for this wedding - Roxxi Johnson, former UKWF Champion Blaise Fader - a woman I'd be delighted to see in a Lion's Road ring, Wulf Erikson, Wasabi, Jan van der Roost and of course... the former King of the Lions Champion Robb Daniels and his lovely wife, Lauren.
Hammerstein, his best man, James Edwards, and his War Games partners La Cucaracha, Grace Kazoulis, Matt Pulver and Rob Draven are in the specially decorated ring. Also in the ring is Holly’s Maid of Honor, Charlie Buchanan. The Wedding March plays as Holly makes her way to the altar. She enters the ring and takes her spot next to Hammerstein.
MINISTER:
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this beautiful day to witness the union of Jacob and Holly in holy matrimony. This is a day of great celebration and reverence, on which we come together before God to recognize and commemorate the sacred love and dedication shared between these two people. It is wonderful to have family and friends here to join us today. The bride and groom would like to thank their guests for being here, and would like you to know that each of you were invited here on this day because you have played an integral part in their intertwining lives. In the time that Jacob and Holly have spent together, they've built the sturdy foundation for a lifelong relationship. After a great deal of thoughtful consideration, they have decided to bind themselves to one another for the rest of their lives. May you all remember and cherish this sacred ceremony, for on this day, with love, we will forever bind Jacob and Holly together.
He pauses.
MINISTER (addressing the guests):
Marriage is a sacred ceremony. Today we observe the union of these two people with the respect the occasion warrants. What we honor with reverence, however, we also celebrate with great joy! For married life – a shared life – is a tremendous blessing. Now, as Jacob and Holly embark on this journey together, they will be able to nurture a love that makes each of them better versions of themselves. Marriage is, indeed, the perfect garden from which to sow and harvest personal growth. Now, if there is anyone in attendance who has cause to believe that this couple should not be joined in marriage, you may speak now or forever hold your peace.
A tense few moments pass as Holly, Jacob, and practically everyone else in the arena wait for Eli Buchanan to come out. When he doesn't, everyone let's out a collective sigh, and the minister continues.
MINISTER:
Who gives this bride today?
??:
I do... or, well, I did….
The crowd rains down jeers as Eli Buchanan steps out onto the stage followed by Kraken, The Agents of Pain, and Justin Seville. AJ Knight steps out last, dressed in a tuxedo. Conspicuously absent are Ben Chrenshaw and Alexander Irvine. Holly's eyes burn with anger as she watches them gather on the stage as does those of Eli’s own wife, Charlie. Hammerstein’s anger is evident. Edwards, Pulver, and Draven remove their coats and begin rolling up their sleeves while Cucaracha and Kazoulis remove their earrings, bracelets, and heels, all preparing for battle.
ELI BUCHANAN:
Holly, I know I told you that you should just go ahead and ruin your life by marrying that piece of shit loser, but I can’t have you soiling the family name like this. I won't have it. Our father won't have it. Charlie, sweetheart, don't look at me that way. We'll talk about this at home. Now get Holly out of the ring. She doesn't need to get in the middle of this. EDWARDS! Your contract expired! If you touch any of us, I'll have you arrested, and I'll sue you for every penny you got. Now, Hammerstein and your marching morons can just stay right there. We'll be right down.
MINISTER:
Now see here….
ELI BUCHANAN:
Look, Padre... Some men are above striking a minister. I am not one of those men. So why don't you go find a flock to fleece.
Eli turns to AJ, who is still standing on the stage.
ELI BUCHANAN:
Well? You got an invitation and everything! You didn't get all dressed up for nothin. C’mon. NOW!
Knight walks down the stairs, slowly, deliberately, as Buchanan impatiently waits for him. As the wedding crashers get to ringside, Hammerstein convinces Edwards to exit the ring and avoid any legal/civil problems. The former IRON Champion assists Holly and Charlie Buchanan in exiting the ring. As Holly locks eyes with her brother, she mouths the words ‘I fucking hate you,’ to which Eli responds by sarcastically clutching at his chest. Seville waves mockingly at Edwards as he walks past before joining The Red Army in surrounding the ring and climbing on the apron. Hammerstein and his War Games partners are ready to fight, and the crowd at the Mississauga Pollo Hall are about to blow the roof off. Shockingly, Eli enters the ring first, followed by Seville, Kraken, and one of the Agents. Hammerstein immediately goes for Eli, but is blindsided by Kraken, allowing Buchanan to exit the ring. As the other Agent begins to enter the ring, Edwards casually sweeps his feet from under him, causing him to slam face first on the apron and fall to the floor. Edwards and Holly exchange high fives before James sits next to her and Eli’s wife. Matt Pulver pairs off with Seville and the two exchange forearm shots and kicks in the corner. Rob Draven and Kraken are battling across the ring, while Grace Kazoulis and La Cucaracha are double teaming the lone Agent. Eli looks at AJ Knight, who has yet to enter the fight, as he runs from Hammerstein
ELI BUCHANAN:
GET IN THE DAMN FIGHT, AJ!
AJ shakes his head.
AJ KNIGHT:
This is a rental, man! I mess this thing up and I lose my deposit!
The second Agent of Pain brushes past Knight, nearly knocking him down in the process. As soon as the Agent gets upright, Cucaracha hits him with a basement dropkick and Kazoulis nails him with a huge clothesline. The two fan favorites high five, but the celebration is cut short as Kraken bullrushes them, sending Cucaracha flying through the ropes. Hammerstein goes after Eli Buchanan’s monster, but is clotheslined! Seville rakes the eyes of Kazoulis, and The Serious one follows up with a straight kick to the left kneecap of the Sheracles. Grace falls to the mat, clutching her knee in pain.The Agents of Pain are up and turn their attention to Draven. The Corpse fights them off for a few moments until Eli stuns him with a briefcase shot to the back of the head. The Agents, along with Seville, toss him over the top rope and to the floor, where he lands with a thud. Pulver comes flying in with a dropkick that stuns Seville, sending him to the mat. Matt turns his attention to try to assist Grace, but Kraken comes up behind him, grabs him by the ears, and rams blasts him with a headbutt. A second headbutt to the back of the head send Pulver to the mat, where he is then squashed by a Kraken splash. The creature picks Matt up and throws him through the ropes to the floor. Kazoulis wills herself to her feet and, along with Hammerstein attempt to fight off the Red Army. Unfortunately, the numbers prove too much for the pair after Seville chop blocks Grace, then pushes her out of the ring. Eli cackles with delight as it is now Hammerstein alone with the combined might of Kraken, Justin Seville, and The Agents of Pain. Hammerstein's guests at ringside, including James Edwards, Wulf Erickson, Blaise Fader, and Roxxi are having to be restrained by law enforcement on one side of the ringside area, while Wasabi, Jan van der Roost, and Robb Daniels are being being blocked from crossing the barricade on the other side.
SAM HEWITT:
It's a pier six brawl!
The Mississauga crowd is littering the ring with trash as The Agents of Pain double team Hammerstein. The Agents whip Hammerstein into the corner and Kraken follows him in with a devastating avalanche splash. Hammerstein staggers out of the corner and is nailed with a Seville Superkick. The Agents pull the stunned Hammerstein off the mat and push him towards Kraken who picks him up and plants him with a sidewalk slam. Eli, who has heretofore been directing traffic from the floor, climbs into the ring, briefcase in one hand, mic in the other.
ELI BUCHANAN:
OK, THAT’S ENOUGH! PICK HIM UP! AJ GET IN HERE!
Knight climbs into the ring as The Agents of Pain pull Hammerstein up to his knees.
ELI BUCHANAN:
Look, AJ. Look around. You see all these losers laid out on the floor? *grabs Hammerstein by the hair* You see THIS PIECE OF SHIT HERE? This could’ve been you. This could’ve been YOU, AJ! But I rescued you. I saved you. I saw something in you. I still see something in you. I see myself in you. I see the guy who wants to be the best, but also wants to be the good guy. I learned the hard way that you can’t be both. I tried to teach this loser that, but he wanted to have the love of the fans and he wanted to be the guy with all the friends in the back. I see him beginning to pull you in that direction, too, AJ, so I gotta accelerate the teaching straight up to the final exam.
Eli calls Seville over and whispers something to him. Justin hops out of the ring, pulls the apron up, and grabs a chair from under the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and hands the chair to Buchanan, who in turn hands it Knight.
ELI BUCHANAN:
AJ, I want you to take this chair. I want you to think about everyone who has ever done you wrong in this sport while you have tried to be the good guy, I want you to think about the suspension you served, even though you were innocent. Think about it. A man, falsely accused, being punished for something he didn’t even do, while this guy right here got opportunities he didn’t deserve. *Knight’s hands grip the chair tightly* Title shots…..YOUR title shots…..he got title shots that you deserved, because you were punished for something you didn’t do. *the chair starts to shake in Knight’s hands* Hell, it’s very possible that Hammerstein himself could have set you up for this!
Knight raises the chair above his head, and the crowd boos loudly.
ELI BUCHANAN:
DO IT! DO IT, AJ! CAVE THIS BASTARD’S SKULL IN! DO IT!
The crowd starts a ‘NO!’ chant. Hammerstein’s partners are trying to get into the ring, but The Army and Seville keep them at bay. AJ looks around, still holding the chair above his head, then shakes his head and drops the chair. Eli shakes his head angrily.
ELI BUCHANAN:
Dammit, AJ! You’re testing my patience, AJ! OK, since you won’t do it, give me the chair.
AJ shakes his head, and slides the chair under the bottom rope and to the floor. Eli scowls at Knight.
ELI BUCHANAN:
Fine, AJ. I don’t need a chair. I can just burn the flesh off this loser’s hideous face! Hold him Agents.
Hammerstein struggles to free himself as Eli reaches into his pocket. Eli begins to put the components together for his fireball. Just as he’s about to launch it, AJ bumps his hand. The fireball goes off, narrowly missing Eli’s face. The Agents release Hammerstein and get in Knight’s face. Kraken pushes one of the Agents aside and gets in AJ’s face. Knight does not back down from the monster, but before anything can happen, both Agents step in between them and push Kraken back. This momentary diversion is the opportunity Hammerstein and The People’s Army were waiting for. They storm the ring and begin attacking the Red Army and Seville. Eli quickly exits the ring the ring before Hammerstein can grab him. The People’s Army cleans house, sending the Red Army out of the ring. Eli is reading AJ the riot act, but Knight simply ignores him and walks away, telling Buchanan he has a title match to get ready for. The crowd cheers wildly for the People’s Army as they congratulate each other. Hammerstein exits the ring and walks over to a visibly distraught Holly Buchanan. Hammerstein whispers something in her ear, which brings a smile to her face.
MANDEVILLE NELSON:
Eli Buchanan and the Red Army have just ruined what was supposed to be the happiest day of his sister’s life.
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Post by Office on Apr 20, 2017 12:22:29 GMT -5
Returning after a few commercial breaks, we immediately open up inside of the men's dressing room and right now, it's empty. However, we see a television monitor turned on and the Fujiko Mine anime is paused. Exiting from the shower area, we see Carl look at the monitor with this blank look expressed on his face as even he doesn't know what is going on, that is until it happens. Jumping into view dressed as a large tentacle monster is of course, Richard Drake and boy does he look stupid. Wearing a bodysuit with only his face revealed, we see strange looking tentacles protruding out from his body as Carl simply shakes his head not really knowing what to say.
CARL WHITAKER:
“Um… You know Richard, I don't really know what to say right now so if you could, please, enlighten me as to what you are doing.”
Placing his hands on his hips, Richard turns his body quickly as the tentacles fly all about, one of them even getting close to smacking Carl right in the face as he somehow manages to contain his composure.
RICHARD DRAKE:
“Well you know, when you told me that Fujiko was big into Anime, I did my research because I knew there had to be a reason why she was always so grumpy and then it hit me -- Anime chicks dig that hentai stuff, right? They like to have all of those crazy tentacles invading their space, hell, I don't know but what I do know is it seemed to relax all of them so maybe -- just maybe -- it will relax her as well so she's not constantly raging all the time.”
Not able to string together a sentence at all, Carl simply nods his head while trying not to laugh but it's taking everything he has not to.
RICHARD DRAKE:
“I called it last week, she is going to run around here pretending to be She Hulk and then I thought about it and what's the one thing women need that keep them from doing that?”
Taking in a deep breath, Carl shrugs his shoulders and tries to take the best educated guess that he can.
CARL WHITAKER:
“Um… For a man to be real with them? I don't know Richard!”
Shaking his head as the tentacles continue to wiggle off of his body suit, Richard immediately responds as Carl has his hand placed over his mouth still trying not to bust out into laughter.
RICHARD DRAKE:
“No Carl, to have their bean flicked.”
Immediately removing his hand from off of his mouth, Carl shakes his head and holds both hands out as if to stop Richard since he knows that this is the wrong thing to say, especially right now.
CARL WHITAKER:
“Whoa now, let me stop you right there, I don't think this is a topic that we should be discussing on public television: you understand what I’m saying to you?”
Looking highly confused, Richard shrugs his shoulders.
RICHARD DRAKE:
“NO! Eww… I’m not talking about that, especially not with her. As angry as she is all the time? She would be one of those women who constantly tells you how to do it and chances are, it still wouldn't be perfect. No, I’m referring to the fact that most women in this business like coffee, that's what keeps them going, it's like their can of spinach if they were Popeye with clits. So what we need to do is, take away what pumps them the most, remove everything from them and slowly remove them from the equation. I mean, hell, Ryan is already there anyway really, you heard what she said and that only leaves Fujiko. Now sure, Fujiko is good, REALLY good but the one thing she's not is smart and that's going to be her downfall. I mean, really, who throws stones when they live in the biggest glass house on the street? Fujiko does, that's who and in mere moments -- we’re going to remove them from the tag scene and basically force this company to give us a title shot since we’re the best thing going today and not a soul can deny that.”
As both men head towards the dressing room door, of course, Richard’s tentacles still flailing all about as Carl asks him a question.
CARL WHITAKER:
“So I have to ask man, you're not going to wear this hideous looking body suit during our match are you?”
Shaking his head, he speaks with conviction.
RICHARD DRAKE:
“Oh Heavens no, it makes my balls sweat and man, let me tell you, my asshole is really itchy -- I will definitely have to bathe after our match because I don't understand how these octopus guys wear these body suits just to pleasure women, it's kind of crazy.”
Instead of saying anything at all, Carl simply reaches out and pats his buddy on the back as they exit the dressing room and get ready for their upcoming match.
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Post by Office on Apr 20, 2017 12:24:52 GMT -5
Sutton is standing in front of the Lion’s Road banner and he has his can of chew in his hand and is tapping the lid of can.
SUTTON:
“Well it happened folks.”
Sutton pops the top on his chew can.
SUTTON:
“Someone finally stood and defeated me and I ain’t here to make excuses. I ain’t here to say that Corey got lucky. It wasn’t a fluke that he won and I lost. Two bulls walked into a china shop and tore the place up and only one of was able to walk out the victor. This isn’t the end of the road.”
Sutton takes a pinch and stuffs his bottom lip.
SUTTON:
“I ain’t mad. I ain’t cryin. I lost and I’m moving on…..”
Sutton snaps the lid on his chew can and rubs his fingers together to discard the few bits of chew stuck to his finger.
SUTTON:
“Moving on to that battle royal next week and I’m winning that thing. See, when I do, when I toss how ever many guys over the top rope and outlast all of em, and I get that title shot in my back pocket.”
Sutton takes a deep breath and smirks.
SUTTON:
“I’m cashing that shot in on that Iron Championship. You can think how ever you want about that. Point is.”
Sutton steps towards the camera.
SUTTON:
“I ain’t done with ya yet Corey.”
Sutton spits and looks into the camera for a second and slowly walks off set.
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! Introducing first from Brooklyn, New York! He weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds... MARK STORM!
Mark Storm is entering the ring to "Short Change Hero" as we transition from the back. He smiles as he holds onto the ropes, using them to help himself up onto the turnbuckle as he grins from ear to ear soaking in the "WELCOME BACK" chants. He jumps down, removes his coat and hands it to a stage hand before taking his corner and raising his arms.
JAKE AARONS:
His opponent from Omaha, Nebraska! She weighs in at one hundred and thirty one pounds! MIA FALLON!
The speakers come to life with triumphant sounds of "Confident" by Demi Lovato, accompanied by pink, yellow and orange star-shaped spotlights flashing around. Mia Fallon walks out and waves enthusiastically before dashing happily towards the ring. She pauses to take selfies and slap hands with the fans along the barrier. Once inside, she throws her head back and points at the ceiling as pink sparks explode up from the ring posts.
JAKE AARONS:
Your referee for this bout is Xavier Price!
The bell sounds and the match begins with a lock-up, Mark Storm tries to overpower Mia Fallon with a top wrist lock but the female is ever so feisty and sweeps Storm's legs out from underneath him as she takes him down to the mat! She uses her knee, pressing it into Storm's arm to keep him there but abandons it and tries to transition, but Storm kips up, wrings the arm out and goes behind with a hammerlock. He forces Mia down to her knees and applies a chin lock while still holding the hammerlock on, Mia reaches back.. trying to grab the back of his neck. Referee Xavier Price warns her not to pull the hair... but she lets go... then slick as can be... wraps her legs around Storm's right leg and trips him up sending them both tumbling to the mat but getting herself free in the process.
SAM HEWITT:
A nifty little combination from Mia Fallon!
However because both fighters are in the ropes, Xavier Price orders them up and into their corners before restarting the action. They circle about, Storm closes the gap with a kick and doubles Mia over. He grabs the arm and wrings it out, Mia writhes in pain for a moment before collecting her thoughts. She rolls forward, then stops.. backwards kip up... then rolls forward again! She turns the tide on Storm, countering the arm wringer into one of her own! She lets go and dropkicks Storm in the knee knocking him down to the mat face first! He picks himself back up and Mia's already bouncing off the ropes, she leaps up... HURRACANR-NO! Mark Storm chucks her backwards, flapjacking her across the top rope! The crowd gasps as Mark Storm covers!
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KICK OUT!
Storm shakes his head, pulls Mia up and whips her off the ropes. Storm drops down, Mia steps over and keeps running. Storm gets up and halts her momentum with a spinning back kick and then a Pele kick! Mia goes down, but Storm hits the ropes... shooting sta-NO! Mia rolls free of danger and Storm lands hard. He rises up to his knees, holding his chest in pain and Mia rushes behind him... SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! She covers!
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SAM HEWITT:
A great quick follow up on a tactical error on Mark Storm's behalf.
Mia rolls out to the apron and gets to her feet... waiting for Storm to get back up on his. She grabs the top rope and leaps up, springboarding off looking for a lariat but Storm ducks... springboards off the ropes himself... AND CATCHES MIA WITH A SPRINGBOARD CUTTER AS SHE LANDS AND TURNS AROUND!
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Mia gets her foot on the rope! Storm gets up, drives a few forearm strikes into the back of Mia's head before applying a rear chin lock. Mia starts getting to her feet, so he releases the hold and sends her into the corner with an Irish whip. He charges in, looking for a big boot but Mia ducks and grabs him... climbs the turnbuckles and looks for the Tornado DDT but Storm throws her off. Her momentum carries her into the corner and Storm charges in... BICYCLE K-NO! Fallon dives out of the way, Storm hits knee first! Fallon school girl!
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Storm gets up immediately, questioning the count but Price tells him it's three! Fallon excitedly slaps hands with some fans at ringside after raising her arms in victory. Storm kicks the bottom rope in frustration, but leans on the top rope and watches Fallon exit the ringside area just shaking his head.
SAM HEWITT:
Not the return that Mark Storm was hoping for, I'm certain but he will have the opportunity to redeem himself next week in the battle royal. Fans, we have lots more action to come here on Mane Event! Don't go away!
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Post by Office on Apr 20, 2017 12:26:06 GMT -5
Mane Event returns with Becky Chande standing by as a correspondent backstage. She was standing by with one half of what should’ve been an explosive tag team match up, she was standing next to none other than Ryan Lecavalier and Fujiko Mine – who were seemingly already dressed for combat as Becky aimed to get a quick word in with them ahead of their match against the tandem of Richard Drake and Carl Whitaker.
BECKY CHANDE:
I’m here with one half of what’s sure to be an explosive tag team match later tonight in Fujiko Mine and Ryan Lecavalier. Tonight you’re both trying to keep your momentum here in Lion’s road going, how are you feeling getting to team up against someone you’re both pretty familiar with in the ring?
RYAN LECAVALIER:
Becky, you’re right. Tonight’s a special night for the two of us heading into our first tag team match as a team. Like Fujiko and I mentioned, separated we’ve done some pretty amazing things on our own. And tonight there won’t be an exception; instead we’re doing it as a team. I know Drake and Whitaker are almost pissing themselves laughing, thinking somehow I’d be the chink in the armor of the team. really, they should keep their expectations low. I always learn from my mistakes, so me being a hindrance to Fujiko is a non-factor.
Ryan looked to Fuijko as Becky leaned the microphone towards her partner in search of Fujiko’s answer. Ryan brushed her hand down the front of her “Lady Luck” t-shirt, she was showing support for her tag team partner tonight. Fujiko gestured to her own “Monarch” shirt in response.
FUJIKO MINE:
I agree. Drake basically just puppeted me the very first chance that he got, and Carl went and looked up my name on google and spat out nonsense from there. What does my name being the name as a cartoon character have anything to do with the fact that I embarrassed your tag team partner last week? What does it have to do with the fact that I’m going to make you regret choosing to hitch your wagon to Richy Delusional?
Fujiko raises an eyebrow for a moment.
FUJIKO MINE:
You two can try and point to Ryan as the one to focus on...but you’re setting yourself up for failure. Ryan and I are going to beat the both of you, and we’re going to put you in our rear view mirrors. This isn’t us looking past you, we’re looking directly at you with plans of ending this nonsense once and for all.
Ryan finds herself clapping and nodding in response to Fujiko’s sermon like answer.
RYAN LECAVALIER:
My sentiments exactly. There’s no land beyond tonight for the two them. I have this sneaking suspicion that once Carl has a misstep or does something Richard doesn’t like; he’ll jump off the apron like the flash. With the two of us, you don’t have to worry about that. We’re here because we care about Lion’s Road, and tonight we’re going to show them what a real tag team looks like. Not one that’s dipped in chauvinism.
Fujiko stifles a laugh at Ryan’s Destiny reference.
BECKY CHANDE:
Fujiko, being that you’re currently the only member of your team that’s got a victory over Drake. You’ve got more eyes on you than Ryan currently; how are you really adjusting to the position and the pressure that comes with being a newer member of the roster?
Fujiko offers Becky a warm smile.
FUJIKO MINE:
Good question, Becky. The fact is that I am one of the few people on the roster, if not the only one, who has yet to lose. As far as being a new member of the roster? I’ve been the new girl in more places than just Lion’s road. I’m not new to the business, so I’m not easily shaken. I’m ready to take on this brand new tag team, and so is Ryan. She’s ready to put this posturing, fragile ego’d fool behind her and move on. We’re ready to show CARRLLLLLL…
Fujiko smirks.
FUJIKO MINE:
That he isn’t ready for prime time. We, on the other hand? We were forged in it.
BECKY CHANDE:
Thank you both for your time and good luck out there tonight.
RYAN LECAVALIER:
Thanks.
The two walk away from Becky as the scene faded.
Walking through the backstage area, simply trying to enjoy the day is Richard Drake. Wearing a pair of tight fitted blue jeans, sneakers and a tie-dye’d shirt which has the chest piece unbuttoned to reveal his bare chest, he is suddenly stopped by the same man who was supposed to lock Fujiko in her dressing room last week but failed, miserably.
MAN:
“Hey man so I was wondering, when do I get paid for the job that I did last week?”
Looking taken back, Richard immediately throws up a hand to stop this man from talking and by the look on his face, he seems pretty offended as well.
RICHARD DRAKE:
“Excuse you? You're not getting anything because you see, you didn't get the job done. Seriously, who in their right mind parks a forklift sideways?”
Scrunching his face, obviously not liking Richard’s answer, he tries to plead with him.
MAN:
“But… That isn't fair, we had a deal!”
Obviously upset with what Richard had to say, almost immediately, Richard has this very sour look on his face as he begins to mock the man before responding seriously.
RICHARD DRAKE:
“But that isn't fair! You know what else isn't fair? The fact that you promised to do a job that you never finished. Look, you could have made a lot of money doing this but you screwed up and that's just how the ball rolls and quite frankly; I really don't give a damn if this ruins your career -- you should have thought about that before you decided to attempt to lock her up, you dastardly villain you.”
Looking completely dumbfounded, all the man can do is shake his head while throwing up his arms, not really knowing how to respond.
MAN:
“But… Wait a moment, this was YOUR idea so how am I the villain in all of this?”
Placing both of his hands on his chest, he looks genuinely concerned as Richard places a hand on his shoulder to ease him or rather, to make him feel paranoid.
RICHARD DRAKE:
“Because Fujiko is pissed off and last I heard? She's coming for your head man. You see, Ryan might be the nice one and she probably would have let you get off with a warning but Fujiko? No, she's crazy and she's out for blood and well, I’m not offering up my blood so guess who that leaves?”
Raising his right arm above his head, well over the smaller man who stands in front of him, Richard points down at the man who definitely sees it and places his hands over his mouth, beginning to freak out about the situation.
MAN:
“This is effed in the ay man and you know that. You promised that nothing would happen to me or my career and suddenly, you're willing to throw me to the wolves?”
Shrugging his shoulders, you could tell that Richard didn't care about this peasant, no, all he wanted to do right now is to grab some food and get ready for his upcoming match.
MAN:
“Like I said man, you should have thought about that before you decided to go against her. Also, you should have thought about that before you screwed me over as well, understand?”
Looking over the smaller man's shoulder, Richard's eyes widen as if he sees a ghost or something incredibly threatening. Extending his index finger and pointing, Richard puts on his best acting and speaks with this fear in his voice, even though he isn't which causes the smaller man to freak out to say the least.
RICHARD DRAKE:
“LOOK! IT’S FUJIKO!”
MAN:
“OH GOD!”
Panicking, the smaller man takes off running down the hall while screaming which causes Richard to smile, laugh and then go on about his business.
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Post by Office on Apr 20, 2017 12:27:55 GMT -5
JAKE AARONS:
This tag bout is to be fought over a ten minute time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner! Introducing first at a combined weight of two hundred and eighty five pounds... the team of FUJIKO MINE and RYAN LECAVALIER!
Fujiko leans back against the ropes as LeCavalier shadow boxes.
JAKE AARONS:
Their opponents at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty three pounds... the team of CARL WHITAKER and RICHARD DRAKE!
Drake and Whitaker bump fists, Mine and LeCavalier exchange a nod and referee Robbie Morris calls for one in, one out.
JAKE AARONS:
Your referee for this bout is Robbie Morris!
LeCavalier wants to start with Drake, but Whitaker gets between them and trades verbal barbs with her. Fujiko Mine steps in and Whitaker gives her a shove, Robbie Morris quickly dashes between the four fighters and tries to deescalate the situation. Drake grabs Whitaker and whispers in his ear... they back toward the ropes and bump fists again as though they've decided who will start... then both exit to the apron. The audience has a laugh and someone calls Drake a pussy. He mouths back to them as Mine tells LeCavalier that she'll start things off, bringing Carl Whitaker back inside the ring. The bell finally sounds and they circle around the ring... Whitaker quickly backs up and smashes LeCavalier with a back elbow - knocking her off the apron! She falls to the floor but gets back up, collects herself and hops on the apron... she calls Fujiko over and Mine knows exactly what she wants... and tags her in! The crowd pops as Ryan LeCavalier steps through the ropes... but Carl Whitaker and Richard Drake both hop down to the floor and huddle. Drake tells Morris to keep LeCavalier back and they'll get back inside the ring. Morris begins counting to ten and gets to nine before Drake slides in the ring, but rolls right back out the opposite side. Morris warns him and Whitaker tells the referee to keep his mouth shut! LeCavalier makes a line toward him, but Robbie Morris grabs her and tells her to stay back. Drake and Whitaker decide who's going to enter the fray... and Drake snakes in, only to come right back out. Morris holds up a yellow card!
JAKE AARONS:
Referee Robbie Morris has issued a yellow card to Richard Drake for stalling! His first public warning!
Drake tells Morris that this isn't football as he grabs the ropes and climbs on the apron, he gets inside after Morris orders LeCavalier to back up. The two circle around and are about to lock-up when... Whitaker jumps in and clubs LeCavalier in the back! Drake turns and decks Fujiko - knocking her off the apron! The two begin stomping on LeCavalier! They yank her up... and she blasts Drake with a forearm! She turns and ducks a shot from Whitaker... and blasts him too! Drake grabs her, she clubs him again... but gets swung around by Whitaker who drops her with a thrust to the throat. Drake rolls out of the ring before Morris' ten count is up saving the Fame and Fortune duo from disqualification. Whitaker grabs LeCavalier by the wrist and whips her into the corner... but she baseball slides out of the ring! Fujiko Mine slides in behind Whitaker and blasts the man from Beaumont, Texas with a dropkick! He pops up and she gets ready to gamengiri him... but he drops to the mat and rolls outside. Drake grabs Whitaker and the two regroup, LeCavalier gives chase and the two run initially, but then stop and realize they have the numbers game. They're about to advance on her when Fujiko comes flying over the top... TOPE CON GIRO and takes both of them out!
SAM HEWITT:
And the stall tactics backfire!
Mine gets up and asks LeCavalier which one. They decide on Drake and throw him inside the ring, the two women whip him into the corner and begin putting the boots to him as Whitaker recovers on the outside. Mine exits the ring before the ten count and LeCavalier grabs Drake, drilling him with alternating knee strikes to the head... then releases him, sending him reeling back into enemy territory. Mine grabs him and although looks like she wants to slap him for good measure, sees Robbie Morris and puts her hands up. LeCavalier kicks Drake in the gut as he's cornered, then yanks him out... hooking both of his arms and then butterfly suplexing him into the centre of the ring. She holds the butterfly lock in place and turns over, gets up and drags Drake back to her corner where Mine slaps LeCavalier's back to make herself the legal participant. Mine comes in and knees Drake in the midsection, causing him to double over and stumble away. She grabs him, whips him across the ring into the ropes... FLYING HEADSCISSORS! Fujiko's strong legs send Drake down to the mat and out of the ring.
SAM HEWITT:
Automatic tag! Look out!
Carl Whitaker storms in and catches Fujiko Mine with a chop block, taking out a leg. He gets up and taunts, jawing with LeCavalier before pulling Mine up off the mat and attempting a scoop slam. She slips out the back door though... JUMPING REVERSE BULLDOG! She rolls up to a vertical base and hits a standing shooting star press!
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Drake dives in, but misses the save. Whitaker kicks out anyway. Morris tells Drake to get out of the ring and he does, Mine grabs Whitaker and executes a spinning back kick, sending him into the ropes. With him positioned there, she darts across... he ducks and sends her up and over. She lands on the apron, but once again Whitaker is too busy trash talking LeCavalier to notice this. Drake, too inexperienced to warn him I guess, is too busy assisting in the trash talk and misses Fujiko leap onto the top rope, leaps off... HESITATION DROPKICK! YOUNT's 3000TH HIT! Whitaker goes down and rolls out of the ring, Drake becomes frozen in the headlights when Morris signals that a tag has been made. He insists that he didn't slap hands with Whitaker, Morris tells him he knows that... Fujiko Mine shoves Morris aside and grabs Drake... bringing him in the old fashioned way!
SAM HEWITT:
Richard Drake has got to read the Laurentide Rule Book! Brush up, kid!
Drake lands hard, and Mine tags in LeCavalier who rubs her hands together as Drake tries to get back up to his feet. He turns and sees her and claims everything was a misunderstanding... before he tries to boot her in the gut, LeCavalier catches his boot and sweeps his one standing leg! Drake hits the mat and LeCavalier stalks behind him! He stumbles back up... LEAPING LARIAT! Drake goes right back down! The Lost Monarch grabs Drake in a front chancery and looks to be setting up for the Prurient Express, but Drake fights it. So she opts to back up into her corner for a tag from Mine, which would be all well and good but Whitaker wisely yanks her Mine off the apron before LeCavalier can get to her. Mine is whipped into the guardrail and LeCavalier decides to deliver a couple brutal knees to Drake in retaliation. Drake crumples down to his knees, LeCavalier backs up... then charges forward. She nails the Prurient Express with great ease, but Carl Whitaker slides in and drills her with a punch that knocks her silly! He rolls Drake out of the ring, making himself the legal man and covers!
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Too late is Fujiko! Whitaker slips out of the ring before any revenge can be had and chucks something from his hand underneath the ring. Robbie Morris rolls out to raise both Whitaker and Drake's arms as Mine checks on LeCavalier inside the ring.
SAM HEWITT:
Once more, Richard Drake finds himself on the winning side of a meeting with Ryan LeCavalier and dare I say that... it was again some underhanded tactics. I don't know for sure what was behind that punch, but it sure looked to me like Carl Whitaker chucked something underneath the ring after the pinfall was made. Very suspicious. Nonetheless, this ordeal is far from over... and these four are involved in the big battle royal we're having next week. So don't miss that! We have to take a quick break, but the action continues right here on Mane Event!
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Post by Office on Apr 20, 2017 12:28:16 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage area where Becky Chande is standing in front of a Lion’s Road logo backdrop.
BECKY CHANDE
”Welcome back, fans! I’m standing here with one half of the Great Lakes Tag Team Champions, Matt Pulver.”
The camera zooms out to reveal Matt Pulver standing next to her, dressed in casual clothes and his tag team championship draped over his shoulder. His facial expression and body language both radiate a feeling of defeat, as if he’s the personification of a sigh of disappointment.
BECKY CHANDE
“Last week you were attacked by the newest member of the Red Army, Justin Seville, in the middle of your Laurentide Cup match against Ben Chrenshaw, costing you your match and your chance to advance in the Laurentide Cup. Would you care to comment on this?”
Even though his pain (and not just the physical pain in his neck, still present from Seville’s piledriver) is apparent, Matt gathers the energy to respond.
MATT PULVER
“I don’t even know what to say. Should I talk about how angry I am? How dejected I feel? Should I talk about how bad it feels to go out there, work towards achieving your goals and give it your all – only to have someone just take it all away from you without remorse? Or should I talk about how frustrating it is to see such a talented wrestler, who talks about how he wants to bring back the honor to the sport, advance in the tournament not only because of a time limit draw and a count out victory, but also because he assault the person who threatened to eliminate him, and cost him the match!?”
He grows more and more visibly and audibly upset with every word, but after finishing the sentence, he takes a brief pause to calm himself down.
MATT PULVER
“I really felt like I could win it, you know? I trained harder and focused harder than I probably have in my entire career. And Seville took it away just like that. He just decided to take me out of the tournament, to make it easy for himself, and he did it. He did it like it was nothing.”
He takes another pause to collect himself.
MATT PULVER
“But what’s even worse… is the fact that I’ll never know now. I’ll never know if I could’ve beaten Chrenshaw last week. And I’ll never know if I actually could’ve won the Laurentide Cup and the King of Lion’s Championship. Just because Justin Seville decided to take the easy way out, regardless of who he hurt or screwed over… War Games is one week away. Justin Seville will be in it. I will have a chance to have revenge. But what does it matter now? He’s already taken away everything I’ve worked for…”
Pulver stops and looks past the camera at an unknown figure. As the figure steps in front of the camera, we see that it’s none other than Alexander Irvine. The intensity between the two former rivals, and upcoming War Games opponents, is so palpable it can almost be felt through the camera. Matt stares up into Irvine’s rugged face with a wary look, cautious but showing that he’s ready for whatever stunt Irvine might pull – like a kitten standing on its hind legs trying to scare off a bear.
ALEXANDER IRVINE
“Easy there, cowboy.”
Irvine smirks, his mouth amused but his eyes as serious as death.
ALEXANDER IRVINE
“I just overheard your little interview here and had to step in.”
Pulver lowers his guard, but remains wary, as Irvine continues.
ALEXANDER IRVINE
“Seville walked all over you, treated you like a two-dollar whore, and now you’re standing here acting like he’s a kid who forgot his homework.”
Pulver goes to open his mouth, but Irvine continues before he can say anything.
ALEXANDER IRVINE
“After the Cage Match you moved to the top of the roster. You got your shot at Julian and drew with him. And now you’ve entered a realm where you’re just floating around in the middle of the pack. Right back where you started, when you couldn’t win the big one. You’re stalling and that’s because you’re not ready to do what it takes to grab that brass ring. If you want something you can’t stay in your safe little house wrapped in a blanket with hot cocoa and wait for someone to come knocking on your door and hand it over… and if someone burns down that house, you don’t just whine about how everyone don’t hold hands and smell flowers all day. You beat that fucker down and don’t stop until begs you to let him build you a new house. But you won’t do that, you won’t do what it takes, because you’re too afraid of evolving from Matt Pulver the boy, into Matt Pulver the man. You’re afraid that you might not like the man that you will turn into, instead of charging ahead and staying the master of your fate.”
Irvine starts to walk and begins to make his way past Pulver, but instead stops right next to him and looks at him with a cold glare.
ALEXANDER IRVINE
“If you’re so afraid of turning into a Julian Cutlass or an Alexander Irvine, how do you expect to be Matt Pulver?”
With that, Irvine walks out of the shot, leaving the scene to fade out on Pulver’s speechless face as he shoots a somber look in the direction in which his nemesis disappeared.
The Camera comes up on AJ backstage pacing the floor and putting on his wrist gauntlets in preparation of tonight's main event, which is undoubtedly the biggest match of his professional career, unusually for him however, he seems to be genuinely nervous going into this match. AJ turns and sees a stagehand and calls him over.
AJ Knight: Hey buddy, I have a favor to ask you. See my sister and my little nephew are in the crowd tonight. So if you could go find them, and when the show is over bring them to come see me, I'd really appreciate it.
Stagehand: Sure. Uh what do they look like?
AJ Knight: Well, I've always been told we look a lot alike, so just look for a tall lady who looks like me. Um if it helps you she said they'll be seated near the entrance ramp in the front row.
Stagehand: Alright, I'll go look for them.
AJ Knight: Thanks! You have no idea how much I appreciate this. What's your name, buddy?
Stagehand: It's Tom.
AJ Knight: Alright then thanks Tom, I owe you one.
AJ shakes Tom's hand as Tom leaves the shot AJ goes back to pacing, and adjusting his wrist gauntlets. The door of the dressing room creaks open as AJ turns to face to noise. The camera turns around to reveal Ben Chrenshaw standing in the doorway. AJ smiles
AJ Knight: Hey Ben. Big night huh? King of the Lions. Laurentide Cup finals.
AJ makes a noticeable pause.
AJ Knight: By the way man I just wanted to say... Thank you so much. For everything. Look, you've taught me so much, you've helped me improve so many of the rougher aspects of my game, you've taught me how to move more efficiently. I don't think I would have gotten anywhere near here without you.
I can't lie though Ben. I'm still a bit nervous. I've never fought for the world title before, this is the biggest match of my life. Look you've been here before. Any last minute advice you can give me?
The crippler unfolds his arms. Letting them drop to his sides. His suite making a slight ruffling as he did so. He stands for a moment.
Ben: I don't have anymore advice to give you. You have come much further than I had ever thought possible. You, AJ Knight stand where I dream of standing. Just a moment away from becoming the King of Lions....
Chrenshaw folds his arms again.
Ben: However.....
AJ finches slightly at the words. Knowing the next sentence was going to be the one he didn't want to hear.
Ben: You will stand in the ring with one of the best wrestlers in the world. A man who will destroy you given the chance. Julian Cutlass, one of the best I have ever seen.
AJ: What about Seville?
Ben smirks again.
Ben: Trust me, survive Cutlass. I've been on the other side of Cutlass. It's no pretty picture.
AJ doesn't look shaken by the words. In fact you can see the resolve building behind his eyes. AJ Knight was bound and determined to become the king.
Ben: Promise me one thing though?
AJ nods.
Ben: Don't hate me when I come for my crown.
The two begin to laugh. With so much going on around them it was a surprise they could laugh at all. Chrenshaw stuck his hand out to Knight. He grasped it quickly.
Ben: Good luck tonight. Now go....become the Lion.
AJ smiles quickly and nods again. The two grip for a moment longer. Then AJ turns to make his last preparations. Chrenshaw stands watching him go. He waits until AJ turns a corner and begins walking the opposite direction. He mutters to himself as he leaves.
Ben: Maybe it's the other two who need some luck.
The camera zooms in on the placard of the dressing room.
The door swings open and the Blazin’ King steps through.
The King of Lions Title remains fastened around his waist just above the band of his black trunks. The black MMA gloves on his hands are velcro’d tight, the same with the black kickpads on his shins. The sky-blue robe flows around him with the hood almost concealing his eyes from view. But his eyes are visible, and they are a very different blue than the robe. Darker. More serious.
Jimmy Winner can be heard yawping in the background. He wears his B.L.R. Enhancement Division t-shirt and can be seen jumping up and down with excitement and waving a towel like a helicopter.
JIMMY WINNER:
Jimmy is pumped! Jimmy is pumped! You gonna f*** ‘em up, Julian?
Cutlass does not reply. He stalks forward.
JIMMY WINNER:
Hell yeah! Hell yeah! And then tonight we’re gonna party like --
Cutlass stops. He turns to Jimmy and his gaze freezes the man-child.
JIMMY WINNER:
Sorry, Julian.
The Blazin’ King continues on the march to the Triangle Survival. Those blue eyes dark like the bottom of the ocean have already begun fighting the match before he has passed through the curtains, before he's even stepped out of the backstage area.
Onward to the fifth defense...
... to A.J. Knight...
... to Justin Seville...
... Onward.
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Post by Office on Apr 20, 2017 12:29:11 GMT -5
JAKE AARONS:
This King of the Lions Championship and Laurentide Cup finals bout is a Triangle Survival to be fought over a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania! He weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds... AJ KNIGHT!
"Until the End" by Breaking Benjamin hits and AJ Knight walks out across the stage. Eli Buchanan walks out, keeping his distance... AJ shakes his head as he walks down the stairs and rolls in.
JAKE AARONS:
Introducing second from Raleigh, North Carolina! He weighs in at two hundred and twenty four pounds... JUSTIN SEVILLE!
Stone Sour's "Tired" hits and Justin Seville struts across the stage, shaking hands with Eli Buchanan and the two walk down the steps and to ringside as AJ Knight glares on.
JAKE AARONS:
Introducing the champion... from Vancouver, British Columbia! He weighs in at two hundred and nineteen pounds... the current, reigning and defending King of the Lions Champion... JULIAN CUTLASS!
The stone-grooved rhythm of “Columbia” by Oasis gets the heads off the crowd bobbing as the speakers buzz to the pulse of the bass. Julian Cutlass emerges from the backstage clad in a blue, hooded robe and the crowd warps into a frenzy as he steadily makes his way down the aisle with a relaxed, assured confidence. He throws the robe to one of the handlers outside of the ring before climbing the steps and ducking underneath the top rope to enter the ring.
JAKE AARONS:
Your referee for this bout is Cordell Garner!
Referee Cordell Garner has a long stare down with AJ Knight. The senior official walks over and pats Knight down, AJ quickly says "I didn't do it" and Garner looks him in the eyes again... then utters two words that likely bring a huge weight off of AJ's shoulders - "I know". Knight seems a bit taken aback but doesn't get a chance to press on with questions as Garner pats down Justin Seville and then the champion, Julian Cutlass. Champion's advantage dictates that the challengers will start the bout, Cutlass isn't thrilled with that notion but heads to the apron. Seville and Knight walk into the centre of the ring and the bell sounds, both men extend their hand and go for a shake... very cautiously. Eli Buchanan mouths off Cutlass from the floor, but the King of the Lions remain intently fixated on the two men inside the ring. Knight and Seville circle about and lock-up... a long grapple ensues, with each jockeying for position. Seville takes AJ down to the mat with an arm drag and tries to keep it applied for the twist, but AJ slinks out. The two get up and tie-up again. AJ drops to his knees and fireman carries Seville, the Serious one gets up... arm dragged back down! Seville pops back up but so too does AJ... DROPKICK~! Seville falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring to a pop.
SAM HEWITT:
Difficult to measure if that reaction from the crowd was for AJ Knight's dropkick on Justin Seville, or because Seville's exit from the ring is an automatic tag that brings in the King of the Lions himself.
Indeed, Julian Cutlass steps through the ropes with eyes on AJ Knight. He keeps tabs on Seville, who's pacing back and forth at ringside. Cutlass is just about to lock-up with Knight when Seville climbs up on the apron and makes a swipe for Cutlass, who turns and swings! Seville hops down and Cutlass turns back around... FOREARM SMASH! Knight clobbers him with a forearm across the mush, sending the champion reeling into the corner. AJ drives his knee into Cutlass' gut and then Irish whips him across the ring. Knight charges in, but Cutlass gets a boot up AJ's face sending him away as quick as he came. Cutlass is about to advance on AJ, but Seville leaps onto the apron again and blindsides Cutlass with a lariat! Cutlass hits the ropes and staggers forward, AJ hoofs him in the gut, throws his arm over and snaps off a suplex. He floats over for a cover...
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AJ pulls Cutlass up as Seville takes his spot on the apron, the young lion from Pennsylvania scoops up the King of Lions and slams him down into the mat. He backs up, turns around and tags in Seville. Surprised by this, but not going to turn down the opportunity, Justin Seville marches in the ring and begins putting the boots to the dominant champion. Cutlass fights his way to his feet and tries for a single leg takedown on Seville, but backs him into the corner rather than down to the mat. Garner calls for the break, separates the two men and then tells them to commence... Seville hesitates coming out of the corner, angering the King of the Lions... Cutlass tries to pounce but Seville moves. Knight grabs Cutlass in the corner and Seville rushes in... FLYING KNEE! Garner warns AJ about the double team as Cutlass stumbles out of the corner on wobbly legs... Seville charges and tackles Cutlass back into the corner. He drives his shoulder into Cutlass' midsection two, three, four, five times... then backs out, Eli Buchanan tells him he loves it! Seville rushes in... LARIAT! He backs up... LARIAT! A little winded, Seville backs up a third time... much slower though... and then rushes in... LARIAT to Cutlass!
SAM HEWITT:
Three devastating corner lariats! Justin Sevil--
Seville grabs Cutlass by the head and looks poised to send him to Piledriver Palace, but AJ reaches in and tags himself in. Buchanan and Seville are both dumbfounded, asking him what he's doing. AJ doesn't answer as he climbs inside and grabs Cutlass by the arm, wringing it out. With Cutlass already loopy, Knight converts to a top wrist lock and digs his foot behind Cutlass' knee, knocking him down a peg. He applies further pressure on the top wrist lock with the advantageous position. Cutlass starts looking as though he's getting a second wind... so Knight lets go, clamps on a side headlock and bulldogs Cutlass into the mat - keeping the side headlock applied. Knight shifts his weight, putting it all on Cutlass' head as he works to grind the champion's cranium into the mat.
SAM HEWITT:
Lynyrd Skynyrd's 1976 album is a great way to describe AJ Knight's offense - nothin' fancy, but the important thing is that it's effective.
Cutlass tries to press up, AJ drives him back down. A solid mix of chants - "AJ! AJ! AJ!" and "Cutlass is gonna kill you!" echo throughout the Pollo Hall, AJ smirks as he slams Cutlass' head into the mat again... but his smirk changes quickly as Cutlass summons his fighting spirit and ROARS TO HIS FEET! THE CROWD POPS HUGE AS CUTLASS DELIVERS A DEVASTATING BACKDROP DRIVER TO AJ KNIGHT! Knight lands hard on his head, then lands on his stomach. Cutlass remains motionless on the mat, Seville is antsy as all hell on the apron... just needing a tag. Buchanan waits until Garner is turned away and grabs AJ's leg... yanking him to the apron. Buchanan walks away as though he had no part in it as AJ slumps to the floor. Seville rushes in and makes a lateral press on Cutlass.
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Cutlass gets a shoulder up, Justin Seville isn't too surprised but tells Eli it was worth a shot. Buchanan walks over to AJ again and tells him to get his ass moving, AJ grabs the apron and pulls himself back up. Seville lifts Cutlass to his feet and hooks him in the gut, Knight asks for a tag as Cutlass reels back against the ropes but pops out with fury... a SHOTEI PALM STRIKE waylays Justin Seville and sends him staggering back... KNOCKING AJ KNIGHT OFF THE APRON AND TO THE FLOOR! Seville catches himself on the ropes, looks to see what happened and seems to care very little... of course, it could be because the King of the Lions Champion is barrelling toward him. Seville ducks, Cutlass' lariat attempts sails overhead. Seville turns and begins working on Cutlass' legs with kicks to the inner thighs, he then rocks Cutlass with a right hook to the gut, then one upside the head! Cutlass wobbles, Seville spins around... ROLLING EL-NO! Cutlass smashes his elbow into Seville's face, halting him immediately! With Seville stunned, Cutlass lands a Mongolian chop - bell clapping each side of Seville's head, sending him down to a knee. Cutlass steps forward, applying a front chancery to Seville and tries to spin him around to position himself and his challenger in the middle of the ring rather than right next to the ropes, but Seville is well aware of what he's trying and thrusts his shoulder into Cutlass' gut and charges him into the corner. He pulls Cutlass back out... then drives him in again. He pulls Cutlass out a second time... but nails a beautiful Northern Lights suplex and bridges for the pin!
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Cutlass punches Seville in the side to break up the bridge and the pin, Seville gets to his feet and angrily yanks Cutlass into position for the Piledriver but it's Cutlass' turn to drive Seville backwards. Unfortunately for Cutlass, Buchanan leaps up out of sight of the referee and plants both hands on Seville's back preventing him from falling out of the ring. Seville clubs Cutlass' back with multiple forearms, then hooks his arms around Cutlass' waist... charges forward... POWERBOMB~! The mat thuds as Cutlass arches in pain, Serious Seville gets up and smiles as Eli Buchanan is cheering and shouts the order... "KILL THE KING!"
SAM HEWITT:
If you missed that, fans, Eli Buchanan just told Justin Seville to "kill the king" and I think we all know what he means by that...
Indeed, Seville peels Cutlass' body up off the mat and pulls him in. Seville backs off, letting Cutlass drop... he slaps Cutlass in the face and eggs him on, telling him to come towards him. Cutlass gets up to one knee and Seville.... SUPERKICKS HIM! Cutlass teeters over and Seville drags his thumb across his throat. He pulls Cutlass up, sticks him between his legs and wraps his arms around his waist... up... and down... PILEDRIVER! Cutlass hits with a sickening thud and Eli Buchanan's cackle of joy somehow is louder than the jeers of the fans. Seville sits there for a moment, knowing victory is certain... then goes to make the cover... AJ KNIGHT darts into the ring and spears Justin Seville! The two crash to the mat and AJ begins pounding away on Seville! Eli Buchanan's cackle turns to a shriek as he turns around and sees his two men fighting each other with the King of the Lions dead to rights in the middle of the ring. Buchanan is cussin' away at AJ, who gets swept by Seville. AJ narrowly misses what looked to be a knockout upkick as Seville was trying to enter his guard, causing him to try for side control. Cutlass comes to enough to roll outside and AJ gets to his feet before Seville can enter side control, Seville gets up off his knees... LEAPING ENZUI-NO! Seville ducks AJ's kick... EXPLOD-NO! AJ elbows his way free and snaps off a swinging nec-Seville spins out... SUPERKIC-AJ DUCKS IT! Buchanan is going nuts! Seville turns around, AJ kicks him in the gut... DDT! He covers!
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AJ rises up from the lateral press and meets the eyes of Eli Buchanan, staring back at him with the fury of a thousand warriors. Knight snarls out a smirk and gets to his feet... he turns around... BLAZIN' KICK! The crowd goes quiet as AJ tumbles outside, Cutlass crumbling to the mat after hitting it. Eli stares down at AJ and then looks at Justin Seville as stage hands help roll him out of the ring. Seville says something to Eli, but the Red Army general tells him that he'll deal with AJ later! Seville is helped to the back while Garner's count on AJ reaches five. Buchanan stands over him, silent with rage...
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ELI BUCHANAN:
GET UP!
Buchanan yanks AJ up and throws him inside the ring where Cutlass is struggling back to his feet.
SAM HEWITT:
It seems to me that Eli Buchanan's quest to get a hold of the King of the Lions Championship far exceeds the implosion of the Red Army. He only has one horse left in this match and he's backing it - right or wrong.
AJ fights up, meeting Cutlass on the vertical base. AJ forearms him, but Cutlass cracks him with an elbow... and three more, backing him up into the ropes. Cutlass shoots AJ across into the corner and charges in, but AJ lunges forward... kicks Cutlass in the gut and then posts him! He pulls Cutlass out and grabs the arm, wringing it around... then hammerlocks it. He reaches over, trying to get the front chancery applied also to complete the Knightfall DDT... but the Blazin' King twists around and reaches between AJ's legs... EXPLODER SUPLEX! Both men lay on the mat, getting Garner's count to six before Cutlass is up and grabs AJ... who fires up with a forearm! Cutlass staggers backwards... AJ spins... ROLLING FOREARM! Cutlass hits the ropes and springs back, AJ ducks the lariat attempt... FUJIWARA ARMBAR! AJ tries desperately to force Cutlass down to the mat, but it's a task easier said than done... Cutlass falls to his knees but uses his free arm to blast AJ in the gut. AJ abandons the armbar and begins kicking Cutlass in the stomach... AJ grabs him and sends him into the ropes. Cutlass ducks the superkick attempt, hits the ropes and strikes AJ down with a mighty lariat! He covers!
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NO!
ONLY TWO!
The crowd roars in disbelief. Cutlass looks at Garner, then looks at Eli Buchanan. Buchanan looks toward the back and Justin Seville comes back out... he makes it to the stairs before MATT PULVER emerges, dashing across the stage in his Sunday best and leaps off... taking Justin Seville out of the equation! Buchanan screams obscenities at Pulver and turns back to see Cutlass' cold stare. Buchanan takes matters into his own hands and gets up on the apron, he starts mouthing off the King of the Lions... keenly watching as AJ struggles to his feet.
SAM HEWITT:
Eli Buchanan is wisely trying to buy AJ Knight some time to recover.
Cutlass doesn't say a word to Eli before turning back around, AJ dashes at him and Cutlass side steps and sends AJ careening into Eli Buchanan! The Red Army general crashes to the floor and AJ's "oh shit" look says it all. Cutlass clobbers AJ with six consecutive elbows to the head and shoots him across... BLAZIN' KICK! AJ thuds to the mat and Cutlass covers....
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The fans pop as the King of the Lions rises to his feet, battered in war again but champion still. Garner hands him the title as Jimmy Winner rushes to his side, Mandeville Nelson gets in the ring and the Laurentide Cup is lugged into the ring by some stage hands, while others attend to and ice AJ Knight. Members of the press all stand and snap photographs of Cutlass, Winner, Nelson and the Laurentide Cup and of course the King of the Lions Championship. AJ Knight looks down at Eli Buchanan, who has been humorously ignored by stage hands and he too ignores his manager, leaving him laying on the ground. Security has separated Matt Pulver and Justin Seville, but the Serious one is sure to tell AJ that he's a dead man! Knight blows by him, nods to Pulver and heads through the curtains as the show closes.
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Post by Office on Apr 20, 2017 23:20:12 GMT -5
4/27 in Toronto, Ontario
WAR GAMES
THE MATCH BEYOND
THE PEOPLE'S ARMY
Hammerstein, Matt Pulver, La Cucaracha, Rob Draven & Grace Kazoulis
vs.
THE RED ARMY
Ben Chrenshaw, Kraken, AJ Knight, Justin Seville & Alexander Irvine
BATTLE ROYAL
WINNER GETS THEIR CHOICE OF TITLE SHOT - HERITAGE or IRON
Sutton vs. Fujiko Mine vs. Ryan LeCavalier vs. Richard Drake vs. Carl Whitaker vs. Mark Storm vs. Lex Collins vs. Matt Stone
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