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Post by Office on Oct 12, 2017 9:45:00 GMT -5
SAM HEWITT
From the city with a heart of gold - Timmins, Ontario! Hello fight fans, I'm Sam Hewitt joined as always by Chad Gomez! We've got both men out here already and there's no time limit, so we may have to dedicate a chunk of the show to it so let's get right to it! JAKE AARONS
This opening bout is to be fought over no time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner! There will be no counts and no disqualifications.The crowd roars!
JAKE AARONS
Introducing first from Tijuana, Mexico! He weighs in at one hundred and ninety pounds! EL HIJO DE POLLO!Pollo fakes getting inside the ring.
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His opponent from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania! He weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds! AJ KNIGHT!Knight beckons Hijo into the ring. JAKE AARONS
Your referee for this bout is Buster Powell! El Hijo de Pollo is taking his time entering the ring, making AJ Knight just a wee bit antsy to get his hands on the man chicken that attacked him last week. AJ says to hell with it and exits the ring, Pollo runs across the apron and around the ring post, climbing inside but AJ is hot on his heels! AJ catches him inside the ring and begins beating on him! Several punches to the midsection finished off by a punch to the masked face! Staggered, Hijo is sent across the ring by an arm whip and crashes back first into the opposing corner. He falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, staggered and wobbling all over the place. He catches himself on the guardrail and takes a swing at a mouthy fan, then pulls the guardrail up and tips it over. Security quickly fixes it as Hijo walks away cursing. Pollo slides back in, but exits the adjacent side causing AJ to once again chase after him. AJ baseball slides to the floor, but Hijo dives back in. Knight slides back in himself and gets up to his knees as Pollo rolls out to the floor again. SAM HEWITT
Fowl play in full effect - El Hijo de Pollo taking advantage of the fact that there are no count outs and no disqualification in this match.CHAD GOMEZ
First of all, he's a chicken. Second, he's doing this kid a favour! AJ is obviously too stupid to stay at home and recuperate. Maybe he wants a one way ticket to the hospital - Pollo's letting him weigh his options.Pollo turns to mock someone in the crowd, AJ slips out and drags him by his costume and chucks him inside the ring. Knight goes in behind him but Pollo drops an elbow across his injured neck, Knight goes down! He gets back to a knee, but a second elbow is delivered! Pollo pulls him up to his feet and tells referee Buster Powell to get out of the way... he chucks AJ over the top rope, but Knight wisely grabs the top rope - whether out of desperation or instinct, it saves him from a massive bump on the concrete floor and allows him to land on the apron. Pollo grabs the top rope and launches both feet into AJ to send him out to the floor anyway. AJ lands on his feet, catching himself on the timer's table. Pollo gets outside and hits him with a forearm to the back of the neck, doubling AJ over the table. He pulls him up and snapmares him on the floor, following that up with a knee to the back of the head! AJ writhes in pain on the floor, Powell exits to check on him as Hijo slides inside and parades around the ring demanding his money. Powell determines AJ fit to continue, but gives him a ten count to get back up. The crowd comes alive when AJ grabs the ring skirt at six and pulls himself inside, Hijo starts doing the Ali shuffle as he sizes his foe up. AJ gets to his feet, looking like a drunkard... Hijo pops him with a right! A left! A right! He grabs AJ, whips him into the ropes... SAM HEWITT
Spinning heel ki-no! AJ dodges it! Hijo crashes to the mat, AJ takes a moment to collect himself as Pollo gets back to his feet in a dazed! A right of his own! AJ wobbles the catch-as-cock-can expert, then drills him with a rolling elbow smash! Hijo spills through the ropes, bumps off the apron and hits the floor to a massive reaction! AJ goes out after him, but Hijo crawls away in a hurry eventually staggering to his feet and jogging! Hijo tries to slide in, but AJ pulls him back out and drives him head first into the ring post! Hijo goes down! AJ grabs him and rolls his carcass back into the ring! AJ drops to a knee by the ring apron, rubbing his neck in pain as Hijo rolls as far away as he can without leaving the ring. AJ chants fire the young Pennsylvania native up and he grabs the ropes and wills himself inside the ring, Hijo is trying to get to his feet using the ropes but AJ pulls him away... only to get a low shot! SAM HEWITT (simultaneously)
Punch to the groin!CHAD GOMEZ (simultaneously)
What a shot to the gut!Whether it was low or not, it's legal in this match. AJ doubles over and is then given a European uppercut! Both men fall to the mat, Hijo lands on his knees... he crawls over and opens his mouth... CHICKEN GREASE drips down onto AJ... HIJO BEGINS BITING HIM! AJ's legs flail wildly as he tries to squirm his way free of Hijo's teeth, Pollo finally lets go and gets up - spitting what could be flesh, blood and grease into the air like he's Triple H. Hijo turns around and grabs a rising AJ, punches him... AJ absorbs it, but fights up... Hijo hits him again... he keeps coming, AJ is struck once more... sells it, but keeps coming. Hijo chuckles as he grabs AJ's head and goes to bite in again... AJ headbutts him! The two stagger, Hijo comes back AND GETS SLAPPED! AJ grabs Hijo, who's fallen to one knee and hammerlocks the arm! The crowd roars as he pulls him for a DDT, but Hammerstein hits the ring with a steel chair in hand! AJ abandons the DDT and spears into Hammer as he lifts the chair! Both men go down and the chair falls to the mat, AJ drills Hammerstein with punch after punch as the one time fan favourite tries to push AJ off! Hijo grabs the steel chair, still on all fours and uses it to support himself getting up... he lifts it and smashes AJ across the back! Hammerstein rolls out as AJ falls off of him, Hijo chucks the chair aside and climbs on AJ's back, wrapping his legs around AJ's torso before applying a crossface chickenwing! Hijo drops back, AJ's arms flail wildly but then begin slowing down... Hammerstein gets up and laughs as AJ is rocked back and forth by Hijo! AJ's arms go limp, Powell grabs an arm and lifts it... it falls. Powell signals for the bell and Hammerstein begins stomping away on AJ while he's restrained by Hijo... but the chicken man lets go and gets in Hammer's face demanding his money! SAM HEWITT
El Hijo de Pollo isn't too concerned with a post match attack on AJ Knight, but rather his cash reward.
Hijo shoves Hammerstein, who shoves him back. Eli Buchanan marches down to the ring and gets up inside, he grabs Hijo and slings him to the ground. He gets up in Hammer's grill, verbally undressing his brother-in-law about hiring Hijo, the very same man who attacked Holly Buchanan - Eli's sister and Hammer's wife. Hammer yells back at Eli, reminding him that the Red Army also recruited Pollo in their war against Hammer and friends. At a stalemate in their argument, they begin shoving. Scotty Latimer strolls out, Carl Whitaker not far behind and the two men grab their respective partners - not wanting to get into it before the big match later tonight. Pollo grabs Hammer and spins him around, again demanding his money. Hammer tells Latimer to go and he and the chicken get nose to nose. A woman climbs over the guardrail and hoofs in the groin from behind, Hammer piefaces him! Holly Buchanan is grabbed by security and pulled away, Hammerstein yelling at them... AJ ATTACKS! A recovered Knight leaps off the apron onto Hammer and begins pummelling away. More security and stage hands step in to separate them and pull AJ off, Hammerstein gets up and crawls away to safety. He is visibly upset as he watches AJ get taken away by security. The American Monster grabs El Hijo de Pollo and pulls him to his feet, yelling "YOU WANT YOUR MONEY!?" before hoisting him up... HAMMERSTEINER ON THE FLOOR! Hammer shoves Hijo away and gets up, reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a check. He snatches a pen from the timer's table and scribbles away, then shoves it into Hijo's dirty mouth!
HAMMERSTEIN
PAID IN FULL!
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Post by Office on Oct 12, 2017 9:45:06 GMT -5
LION'S ROAD ON TOUR
10/19
Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario
10/26
Sudbury, Ontario
11/16
North Bay, Ontario
11/23
Huntsville, Ontario
11/30
Orillia, Ontario
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Post by Office on Oct 12, 2017 9:45:09 GMT -5
Workout equipment fills the ring: weight racks, treadmills, a heavy boxing bag, the works. SAM HEWITT
At least I can say I’ve been to the gym today.The ominous drum beat to Black Sabbath's Iron Man pounds through the speakers. Every inch of the video wall is filled with sweaty, rippling muscles and blood vessels ready to burst. Beef's hulking silhouette stomps across the stage to the beat, stopping dead-centre in front of the flesh-toned screen, where a branding iron burns his name into a bulging biceps. He raises his arms and flexes, the strobing stage lights shattering over his shredded physique. A droning guitar joins the fray as he screams alongside Ozzy Osbourne’s distorted vocals… BEEF ARMSTRONG
I AM IRON MAN!Holding prolonged eye contact with poor Becky Chande, he points at the gratuitous close-ups of his physique on the video wall and smiles lecherously. He collects a mic from her and descends the stairs to ringside. He climbs into the ring and poses on all four sides before speaking. BEEF ARMSTRONG
Ya know, when the POWAHS-DAT-BE told me that The Avenger wanted a rematch from 2 weeks ago, I REFUSED. See, I wondered what’d break first in dat match: Avenger’s spirit, or his body. I answered that question when I SMASHED his RADIOACTIVE ASS!Beef kisses his leathery biceps. BEEF ARMSTRONG
I said that I would show you NO MERCY, Avenger. But when you were CRYIN and BEGGIN at my feet, I realised sumpin: I can’t kill you. You’re just too much FUN. I LET you live just so that you could watch me BURN this world, POWAHLESS to stop me! When Lion’s Road is ASHES… THEN you have my permission to DIE!Beef drops the mic. Courage by Alien Ant Farm comes over the speakers. Cheers and laughter are heard as a noticeably more swole Avenger leaps out on the stage, making heroic poses. CHAD GOMEZ
No wonder The Avenger challenged Beef to this public workout - he’s gained 80 pounds of muscle in 2 weeks!
As the hulking Avenger moves down the ramp, he shakes hands, kisses babies, and signs autographs. In the ring, Beef is completely beside himself. BEEF ARMSTRONG
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, HUH!?The muscular Avenger stands at the ring, makes sure his cape is attached and then leaps up onto the apron, before climbing up the turnbuckle and doing yet another heroic pose as Beef grabs hold of referee Brian Shelzi. BEEF ARMSTRONG
I DEMAND a drug test!Brian Shelzi points at Beef in confusion. BEEF ARMSTRONG
Not for ME, you IDIOT - for HIM!Beef points at the prime-rib Avenger furiously. The hero steps between the ropes and goes nose-to-nose with Beef! The two meaty men trade verbal barbs as their veins throb angrily. Just as tensions are set to explode, however, Beef backs down to boos. He gestures to the dumbbells. The hench Avenger obliges and goes to pick up a pair - BEEF CURTAIN! Beef nails him with his patented clothesline, then hauls him up and throws him over the top rope to the floor! SAM HEWITT
That oughta be a red card right there!CHAD GOMEZ
I’m not sure that the Laurentide rules apply to workouts, Sambo...SAM HEWITT
Even if they do, that’s not Beef’s scheduled opponent!CHAD GOMEZ
Of course that’s The Avenger! He has his symbol on his chest and everything, what more proof do you need?The jacked Avenger disappears under the apron. Beef showboats to the crowd and flexes so hard that his tights are in danger of ripping. He demands that Shelzi raise his hand in victory - but the crowd pop as The Avenger reemerges from under the ring, having lost 80 pounds in 10 seconds! The pint-sized Avenger rolls into the ring and stands with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out. Beef protests. BEEF ARMSTRONG
I WIN BY COUNTOUT! HE MUSTA BEEN HIDIN UNDER THERE FOR HOURS!The Avenger pumps his guns. Beef retaliates. Both men attempt to outmuscle each other as members of the crowd hold their phones up. The crimefighting grappler picks up a set of dumbbells and dares Beef to do the same. He does, and both men bust out reps as the crowd count along, with Shelzi spotting for both. They move up the rack with increasingly heavier weights. Despite his powers, The Avenger looks to be losing a little steam against the Lean Mean Beefy Machine. The Avenger misses a rep here and there before his form eventually crumbles and he drops the dumbbells to the mat with a thud. Shelzi calls the weightlifting round in favour of Beef, raising his arm (while he continues to lift with the other) at 1-0 to boos from the crowd. The Avenger grabs the mic. THE AVENGER
Not bad, citizen (pant) Even if you are a no-good evildoer! Had Earth’s lunar cycle not impeded my super-strength (pant) it would have been a different outcome. But this isn’t a weightlifting competition, my meathead friend (pant) It’s a workout challenge, and there’s more to fitness than just muscles! How about we really get the blood pumping with some cardio? Let’s say… 3 laps around the ring!He offers Beef the mic. BEEF ARMSTRONG
3!? MAKE IT 5, UNLESS YOU’RE JUST A LIL LADYBOY!Avenger blinks. THE AVENGER
Uh, sure. 5 laps it is! Let’s go.Both men head to the floor and Shelzi holds his arms in the air before bringing them down. Beef and The Avenger tear out of the gate. It’s neck-and-neck in the early going but The Avenger soon starts to get ahead. Beef grabs hold of Avenger’s costume but the superhero shrugs him off and gains the lead. They tear around all four sides and pass by Shelzi for lap 2. The Avenger keeps his breathing in check but Beef is huffing and puffing. Beef cuts up Avenger on the inside corner and brake-checks him. Avenger holds his hands up so that Shelzi can see there’s no foul play. He tries to get around Beef, but his massive shoulders alone take up most of the floor. Halfway into lap 3, Beef stops dead and doubles over, coughing and spluttering. Avenger regains the lead and soon hits lap 4, waving at Beef as he laps him. Beef goes beet-red and cusses him out between catching his breath. Avenger soon comes around again on his final lap - CRASH! Beef just threw himself at The Avenger and plowed straight into the barricade! SAM HEWITT
What unsportsmanlike conduct from Beef Armstrong!CHAD GOMEZ
I’m sure it was a complete accident, Sambo! He must’ve tripped.SAM HEWITT
At least The Avenger managed to get out of harm’s way.Indeed, The Avenger completes his 5th lap unscathed and is awarded the round at 1-1 to cheers. Time for the tiebreaker. He rolls back into the ring as a furious Beef comes to. The Avenger stands at an arm-wrestling table in the middle of the ring. He grips one of the handles and invites Beef to do the same. Beef slides into the ring gingerly and stands opposite The Avenger at the table. He strokes his goatee and laughs, feeling confident in this rubber round. Beef looks like he’s holding an apple as he wraps his mitt around that of The Avenger. Shelzi throws his arms down - the smile immediately vanishes from Beef’s face, and the crowd love it. Both men immediately start shaking, sweating, and turning pink as they try to slam each other. The Avenger grits his teeth. Beef doesn’t know what to think as he holds onto the table for dear life, wondering how in the hell this scrawny cosplayer is doing this. The two go back-and-forth, their arms getting closer and closer to the table like some strange fleshy pendulum. The crowd rally behind The Avenger, who nods his head in appreciation. Beef yells at them and busts a blood vessel in his eye as he straiiins. The Avenger looks Beef right in the eyes. Beef frowns as he looks back. For once, he’s at a loss for words. The Avenger’s face goes totally blank and he stops struggling. Beef shakes his head in disbelief. He clamps both his hands on Avenger’s and tries with all his might, but he just can’t slam him! The crowd cheer at the bizarre sight as The Avenger slooowly starts to force Beef’s forearm to the table with ease, not breaking eye contact. Beef fights it and fights it and fights it to no avail. Just as he’s about to be slammed, however - CRACK!Beef headbutts The Avenger on the bridge of the nose! The Avenger breaks his iron grip and goes down. Beef flips the table and lays the boots to The Avenger - nullifying this entire contest - as the crowd grill him. BEEF ARMSTRONG
STUPID (bleep) ING NO-GOOD MOTHER(bleep) ER! I’LL KICK YOUR (bleep) ING ASS YOU (bleep) -EATING PIECE O AHRRRHGHHH!Beef unloads an expletive-laced tirade as he kicks the gym equipment over. He deadlifts The Avenger off the mat and picks him up above his head. SAM HEWITT
Beef has evil intentions in mind for The Avenger!Before disaster can strike, however, the hulking Avenger reemerges from under the apron and storms the ring! Beef tosses the regular Avenger to the mat and hightails it out of there as the multiverse Avenger aids, uh… himself. CHAD GOMEZ
I’m seeing double, Sambo - four Avengers!The Avenger, sporting a bloodied nose, stands defiantly and points at Beef, promising that he’ll have his comeuppance.
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Post by Office on Oct 12, 2017 9:45:18 GMT -5
SHINING ROAD and MAXIMUM JAPAN present...
DATES: 10/21-10/28 LOCATION: MIRAI DOME, YOKOHAMA, JAPAN
THE WINNER WILL BECOME THE FIRST MAX-J Jr. HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!
FEATURING
THUNDER MASK ZENKI SHIGERU TOYAMA
JAMES EDWARDS MATT PULVER A.J. KNIGHT THE AVENGER AND MANY MORE!
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Post by Office on Oct 12, 2017 9:45:22 GMT -5
JAKE AARONS
This Heritage title eliminator 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 Camden, New Jersey! He weighs in at two hundred pounds... AIDEN DEIMOS!Deimos doesn't move, but his face tells everyone he's ready.
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His opponent from Lexington, Kentucky! He weighs in at two hundred and four pounds! JAMES EDWARDS!Edwards does a martial arts bow. JAKE AARONS
Your referee is Xavier Price!Deimos and Edwards get in each other's faces before Xavier Price separates them and calls for the bell. They circle around, feeling out for the range... Deimos strikes first with a leg kick! Edwards absorbs it and shakes out his leg before circling around again. Deimos tries for a second one, Edwards grabs it and Deimos pulls away to safety. Edwards grabs him in a rear waist hold, Deimos tries to grab the ropes but the Burning Heart pulls him down to the mat in a seated position. He pops up, hits the ropes... but Aiden Deimos catches the leg on the Violent Gospel attempt and takes Edwards to the mat. He stands up, controlling the legs of Edward as he lays on the mat... Edwards tries to pull one free and does! Deimos abandons the legs and backs up to avoid the upkick. He lets Edwards get up and the crowd applauds the sportsmanship, Deimos sneers in response. The two men circle about again, Edwards is hit with a leg kick and then follows up with one of his own... then swoops in for a takedown!
SAM HEWITT
Excellent execution! Edwards uses the leg kick to throw Deimos off balance and shoots in with the double leg! Edwards lands in side control, Deimos remains calm as Edwards isolates an arm then heads to north-south. The Camden, New Jersey native bucks up and gets out of that predicament, finding his way back to his feet! Edwards is hot on his trail though and goes for another takedown without even leaving his knees. Deimos blocks it, but Edwards stands up and turns it into a rear waist hold before dropping back to his knees. Edwards finds his arm being isolated by Deimos as he rises up to his feet, twists it into arm wringer then a wrist lock... ELBOW STRIKE! The Mark of Deimos connects, knocking Edwards to a knee. He grabs Deimos around the waist, buying himself some time to recover from being rocked. Deimos backs up into the ropes forcing a break, Edwards goes to get up but Deimos slaps him! Edwards staggers but shakes it off. CHAD GOMEZ
There's a few people I'd definitely not slap in the face... James Edwards is near the top of that list.SAM HEWITT
Who's number one?
Edwards' eyes go crazy wide with a smirk to match as he invites Deimos to do it again. CHAD GOMEZ
Maybe Edwards.Deimos goes to, but Edwards swats him with a couple forearms to the mush and then shoots him out. Deimos reverses the whip attempt and clubs Edwards with a few of his own. Edwards falls against the ropes and then rebounds out - smacking Deimos with a forearm blow that knocks him to a knee! Edwards pulls him up and knees him in the chest a couple times, he then scoops Deimos up... fireman's carry to the mat... DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! He covers! 1... ... 2-KICK OUT! Edwards pulls Deimos up and leads him toward the corner to do some more reconstructive surgery with Dr. Forearm, but Deimos gets a knee up and then clubs Edwards repeatedly with blows to the back as he's doubled over. Edwards is knocked down to all fours... Deimos rushes with a knee to the side of the head! Edwards rolls onto his back, Deimos is told to stay back by Price who quickly checks Edwards over. He nods and then stands up, holding a hand up to keep Deimos back as he begins his ten count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5, Edwards rolls over and gets up to a knee, Deimos kicks him in the chest! Edwards absorbs the blow and looks up at Deimos, who fires a second shot - Edwards catches it and stands up with his leg in hand. He trips Deimos' other leg out from underneath him! Edwards hops on Deimos' back and clamps on a choke sleeper! Deimos gasps for air as he reaches for the ropes, Edwards falls backwards as Price repeatedly asks him if he wants to give up. ... Deimos rolls the other way, but finds himself too far away from the ropes. ... Edwards squeezes harder as Deimos pushes his fist into the mat and then rolls the other way. ... He drapes a foot over the bottom rope! Deimos catches his breath as Edwards shoves him away and climbs back to his feet. He pulls Deimos up in a rear waist hold... Deimos smashes him with a back elbow! Another and another and another! He breaks free and rushes to the ropes... SNAP POWERSLAM BY EDWARDS! 1... ... KICK OUT! Edwards shakes his head! CHAD GOMEZ
More guts than brains for this Deimos kid.SAM HEWITT
You find a majority of fighters will take that extra second, but Deimos wasted no time at all on the kickout. While it is gutsy, I do wonder about the choice when he was just in a choke sleeper for a good thirty to forty seconds. Edwards pulls Deimos up to his feet and slaps him gently in the face twice, then drives a knee into his midsection. Edwards backs up and goes for a spin kick, but Deimos side steps... KICK TO THE CHEST! A SECOND! A THIRD! Deimos charges toward the ropes, springboards off the second... FOREARM TO THE SKULL! FINAL SIN! Edwards goes down! 1... ... KICK OUT! Edwards gives it right back to him! Deimos chuckles as he grabs Edwards by the hair and slams him up and down against the mat a couple of times. Price warns him about it, but he ignores it as he gets up and exits to the apron. He grabs the top rope and launches himself up onto it, then springboards inside... he catches Edwards sitting up with a double stomp! Deimos comes back over and makes the cover! 1... ... 2... NO! Deimos pulls him up... then backs him into the ropes. He Irish whips him out, but Edwards stops and turns around... TRIANGLE CHOKE! ... Deimos is caught by surprise! ... The fans are going wild as he fights the hold, Edwards trying to readjust his legs and keep from being pinned. ... Deimos pulls back, Edwards... hangs on. ... Deimos leans forward, Edwards' leg comes free and Deimos slips out. He leaps up... KNEE DRO-NO ONE HOME! Edwards rolls out of harm's way and blasts Deimos with the Violent Gospel! 1... ... 2... ... 3! The fans are still loud from the surprise triangle choke, but roar with the announcement of Edwards as the winner. He raises his arms in the air and motions around his waist, warning of a Horsemen's demise. Deimos stirs on the mat, Edwards stands over him... Price tells him to stay back but Edwards extends his hand, Deimos hesitates... then grabs it. Edwards lifts him into a seated position and gives him a shake and a nod before exiting the ring.
SAM HEWITT
Some respect has been earned! Aiden Deimos put a helluva fight up against a dangerous man in James Edwards, but the Violent Gospel strikes again.Deimos gets some hoots and hollers from the crowd for his gutsy first performance in Lion's Road.
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Post by Office on Oct 12, 2017 9:45:25 GMT -5
SAM HEWITT:
As you all know, with Julian Cutlass making his successful V8 defense of the King of Lions Championship, this victory extended his reign beyond a year as champion. But with Ben Chrenshaw lurking around the corner, the challenges have not let up. Let’s go now to a pre-recorded interview between Lion’s Road Dojo’s Head Trainer, Bastian Krull, and the champ.The footage cuts and shows Krull in a gray suit sitting across from Julian Cutlass wearing a B.L.R. hoodie with the 3rd generation King of Lions title over his shoulder. The two men sit in wooden director-style chairs. BASTIAN KRULL [with a smirk]:
How’s the new belt, champ?JULIAN CUTLASS [also with a grin]:
Bigger.Krull laughs before glancing down at a stack of note cards in his hand.
BASTIAN KRULL:
A year as champion. That’s a tough feat to pull off. What’s your secret?Cutlass shrugs.
JULIAN CUTLASS:
You train with quality, you fight with quality. Cut out the bull-s***. There’s no secret sauce, you know that as well as anyone.
BASTIAN KRULL:
So, now you’ve got Ben Chrenshaw in the on-deck circle. This is one of the few guys who has beaten you. Who’s to say it doesn’t happen again?
He laughs. JULIAN CUTLASS:
Bas, I have this habit of paying off my debts. Robb Daniels… A.J. Knight… even Alexander Irvine, I owed him for nearly a decade… Ben Chrenshaw’s the last debtor. I mean, last time he was in a ring with me in Sault Ste. Marie, he walked away empty-handed. But it doesn’t feel the same. I owe him more than I gave him. That was V2, wasn’t it? It’s been so long. I lose track.Krull smirks at the champion’s nonchalance.
BASTIAN KRULL:
BLACK Lion’s Road. For awhile you guys ran the show around here. Now we’ve got the Midnight Horsemen, Mat Crusaders, the Hardliners. It’s getting crowded around here, right?JULIAN CUTLASS:
Maybe. More guys to fight, I hope.BASTIAN KRULL [pointing at the title]:
You know they’re coming, right? All of them.Cutlass glances down and the title and smirks.
JULIAN CUTLASS:
Let ‘em.
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Post by Office on Oct 12, 2017 9:45:28 GMT -5
JAKE AARONS
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your World Tag Team title main event! It is to be fought over a thirty minute time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner! Introducing first...
"Cry for the Bad Man" hits, Lynyrd Skynyrd means one thing... Ol' Stonehands! Carl Whitaker walks out and waits. "Little Bit Crazy" by Fight cuts in and Eli Buchanan is right behind him and the two make their way down to ringside.
JAKE AARONS
At a combined weight of four hundred and sixty three pounds! ELI BUCHANAN! CARL WHITAKER! THE HARDLINERS!
As “Horsemen” by Kings of Awesome plays, Scotty Latimer and Jacob Hammerstein walk through the curtain, each holding up the sign of the Midnight Horsemen and their respective tag belts. JAKE AARONS
Their opponents at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy one pounds! The current, reigning and defending World Tag Team Champions! SCOTTY LATIMER! HAMMERSTEIN! THE MIDNIGHT HORSEMEN!
The crowd boos as the two men high five each other. JAKE AARONS
Your referee for this bout is Cordell Garner! Scotty Latimer taps Hammerstein on the back and tells him he's got this as Eli Buchanan stands out as the man to start the match for his squad in this thirty minute tag title bout. The two men lock-up, Latimer has the two inches height but Buchanan has eight pounds on him. Neither man really gain the upper hand to begin with as they jockey back and forth for position, Buchanan is able to pull an arm free and wrenches it into a wrist lock. Latimer tries to break free, then rolls forward... he pops up and ducks underneath, reversing the roles. Latimer doesn't apply any pressure, opting instead to use the hold to back Buchanan up into the ropes. He whips the former Tiger Mask Red out and goes for a superkick, but Eli hangs onto the ropes and then dives to take out Latimer's base leg and then crawls up to apply a grounded side headlock. Latimer tries to fight up, but Buchanan keeps the hold on tight... then decides to move things back up to a vertical base. Latimer stomps his foot, then backs him into the ropes. He shoots Eli off, Buchanan comes back with a shoulder tackle. The crowd roars in approval, Buchanan looks a little weirded out by the reaction but he is an Ontario native... Latimer holds the back of his head in pain. Buchanan slaps hands with Carl Whitaker, bringing him into the bout. SAM HEWITT
The man they call Ol' Stonehands! He certainly packs a punch and would love nothing more than to use one of those hands to bring home a $100 grand cheque.
Whitaker comes in and grabs Latimer, clubbing him in the back before applying a side headlock of his own. Whitaker isn't too gentle with the wrenching of the headlock, causing Latimer to yank himself free. The tag team champion quickly applies a side headlock of his own, but is backed up into the ropes. Whitaker shoots him off, Latimer rebounds off the ropes and throws all of his weight into a shoulder tackle. Latimer scrambles to his feet and bounces off the opposite ropes, Whitaker starts to get up but opts to drop back down - Latimer leaps over and hits the other ropes... running right into a TEXAS SIZED European-style uppercut! Latimer goes down, Whitaker plays to the crowd and wallops the ravishing young man with a knife edge chop as he gets back up! Latimer goes down again, but pops right back up... Whitaker brings the right hand... and stops, Latimer falls on his ass! The crowd laughs, Latimer gets up and tells them to shut their mouths! Hammerstein offers to tag in but Latimer refuses! SAM HEWITT
Latimer more interested in saving face here, I suppose.CHAD GOMEZ
Oh, please. That right hand is a weapon! A fake shot or not, you'd take notice.The two men circle around and lock-up, Whitaker pulls a side headlock and Latimer loudly complains. He reaches for a tag, but Whitaker pulls him away... but Latimer spins them around and backs Whitaker up into the ropes. He shoots the Bull out, Whitaker goes into the opposite set of ropes and a well placed knee from Hammerstein! Whitaker drops to his knees in pain, referee Cordell Garner warns Hammerstein about outside involvement and the American Monster tells him to shove it as he tags into the match. The two Horsemen grab Whitaker and push him back against the ropes... shooting him across. A double lariat takes Whitaker down and Hammerstein wastes no time yanking him back up, Latimer exits the ring as Hammer pushes him back into a neutral corner and drives a shoulder into his midsection. He delivers a second and then pulls Whitaker from the corner, snapmaring him down to the mat before dropping an elbow on him! He makes a lateral press! 1... ... 2-KICK OUT! Hammerstein pulls Whitaker up by the ears and throws him down across the middle rope, then presses the back of his head - using the ropes to choke him! Garner begins his count, Hammer breaks at four and tells Garner that he knows how long he's got. Garner and Hammer bicker a bit, Latimer runs up and gives Whitaker a face wash to send him back inside the ring. Ol' Stonehands tries to get to his feet, but Hammer drives a fist into the gut and sends him back down to a knee. Hammerstein slaps hands with Latimer, bringing him back into the bout. Hammer drives Whitaker into the corner with a shoulder thrust and keeps him there, Latimer runs in and Hammer drops on all fours... Latimer uses him as a springboard and clubs Whitaker across the face with a forearm smash! Hammer rolls out as Latimer grabs Whitaker in a front chancery and backs into the corner. Hammerstein tags back in having just got back to the corner, Latimer holds Whitaker in place as Hammer works the midsection with punches. Latimer exits the ring at nine of the ten count, then tags back in to reset it. Hammer pushes against Whitaker's face to open up his abdomen area and Latimer feeds it with knees. CHAD GOMEZ
Effective use of tag team wrestling there, Sambo.SAM HEWITT
That's more double teaming than tag teaming. Latimer snapmares Whitaker out of the corner as Hammerstein leaves, the American Maharajah backs up into the corner and props himself up on the second rope. He does a little hip swivel before leaping off... DIVING HEADB-WHITAKER ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Latimer crashes and burns, Whitaker crawls toward a corner but finds no one there! He gets up, ready to cold cock Latimer with a right hand but he ducks! Whitaker turns around and knife edge chops Latimer! He goes down! He pops back up, a second one gets delivered! Latimer goes down... Whitaker dives toward Buchanan but Latimer tags Hammerstein and grabs Ol' Stonehand's leg! Hammer rushes in and leaps up... ELBOW DROP MISSES! Whitaker rolled out of the way! Hammerstein holds his arm in pain... Latimer gets kicked in the face by Whitaker and Buchanan is dying for a tag! IT'S MADE! Buchanan charges into the ring. Latimer gets hit by a shot! He's staggered, a follow-up one knocks him into the ropes! Buchanan grabs him and whips him out... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Buchanan gets up and dropkicks Hammerstein! He goes down, Latimer fights his way back up and Buchanan dropkicks him too! The crowd is in a frenzy! Buchanan grabs Latimer and yanks him up to his feet... HAMMERSTEIN ATTACKS HIM FROM BEHIND! He grabs Eli and throws him out to the floor. JAKE AARONS
Referee Cordell Garner has issued a yellow card to Hammerstein for throwing Eli Buchanan out of the ring! His first public warning!Hammerstein grabs Whitaker up off the mat and levels him with several forearm shots as he backs him into the corner. He calls for Latimer... who yells back, Whitaker is whipped out... LATIMER BLASTS HIM WITH A SUPERKICK! Whitaker topples over and falls out of the ring! Hammerstein is looking for Eli, Latimer gets up... ELI SOARS OFF THE TOP ROPE! BOMAYE KNEE TO LATIMER! HE COLLIDES WITH HAMMERSTEIN - KNOCKING HIM OUT OF THE RING! Buchanan covers Latimer! HOOKS THE LEG! 1... ... 2... ... 3! Buchanan pushes off of Latimer and rolls out of the ring, he falls to his knees and looks to be quite emotional as Garner brings him the tag belts which he clutches to his chest. Carl Whitaker wearily walks over and pats him on the shoulder before accepting his own belt. Whitaker drops to a knee and says a few words before wrapping his arm around Eli, who sits up red faced... the two pose for a couple official photos. Hammerstein looks on from the opposite set of the ring, Latimer down and out in the middle of the ring. SAM HEWITT
This picture could say a thousand words! On an emotional day for Eli Buchanan, he scores a huge victory... Carl Whitaker, Eli Buchanan - the Hardliners are World Tag Team Champions! We'll see you next week!
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Post by Office on Oct 13, 2017 0:18:09 GMT -5
Will make necessary edits soon. Just wanted to get shit up.
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