LIVE: BLACK LION'S ROAD BOM-BA-YE II

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The shot pans out to a snowy scene of the Rocky Mountains. We then move into the city of Bozeman. A blizzard has blanketed in the city and it seems that no one stirs… until we move into the 4,000 seat Wesley J. Chubbman Convention Center. It’s filled to the brim. Fans sip on hot chocolate as they wear the gear of their favorite wrestlers and wave and holler at the panning camera.

We shoot down ringside where the folksy Tim Floss wears a plaid shirt. A white cowboy hat complements his dark complexion. The criminally handsome Albert Mordecai wears a pin-striped suit, the lights in the arena reflecting off of his shaved head.

TIM FLOSS:
Good evening everyone and welcome to BLACK Lion’s Road BOM-BA-YE II! This is the world’s greatest pro-wrestling New Year’s Eve Festival and along with Albert Mordecai I’m happy that you’ve joined us. Al, how you feeling?

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Great, Timmy. Man, we got some great matches. The MAX-J title, the Heritage title… the Chronos Cup! Oh man, won’t that be fun. Plus, I didn’t know Wes Chubbman owned his own sports arena!!

TIM FLOSS:
Rumor has it he believes the Vulcans are going to land here one day.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Someone should tell him that Star Trek is not a documentary…

TIM FLOSS:
Yes, they should. Speaking of matches, earlier this month we tentatively planned a title versus title match between SKYFIRE and Elysium Pro-Wrestling featuring Kevin Moss and Erik Holland, respectively. However, when Wes Chubbman – speak of the devil – found out that Erik Holland lost ELYSIUM’s championship belt nearly two weeks ago, well, he got on the phone and had this to say to the press…



We return to Tim and Al.

TIM FLOSS:
And that continues for quite awhile… nevertheless, you get the idea. Good luck to Erik Holland and Kevin Moss as they continue their careers.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
We wish them well. By the way, did you see Kevin Moss in the background there? He’s right there! The SKYFIRE Champion must’ve been the one to break the news to him! Can you imagine?!

TIM FLOSS:
It certainly looks that way. That’s either Moss or a damn near perfect look-alike! Either way, I’d hate to be the one to break the news to Wes Chubbman. Hell, I get intimidated just being in the same room with the guy! But tonight we’ve got a great show! Now MJPW will kick us off tonight in the opening round of the Chronos Cup!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Let’s go, Timmy!

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“VAJURA ON!” - Hironobu Kageyama hits the PA system as Zenki and Tokyo Zombie emerge from the back to the boos of fans from Bozeman, Montana.

BURTON FASK:
Introducing at a combined weight of 445lb… ZENKI and Tokyo Zombie… the Demon Brigade!

As they walk to the ring, we can see that dozens of rabid Zenki fans have made their way to the railing and have begun throwing cherry blossoms into the walkway. Zenki nods to the fans, all dressed in black and wearing Demon Brigade gear as they raise their hands in worship to the two men who walk down to the ring. Some are Japanese and others are American. The two wrestlers climb into the ring. Zombie stands in the center in prayer while Zenki ascends to the middle turnbuckle and raises a fist in the air. Boos come from most of the crowd with the exception of the Demon Brigade Zealots.

TIM FLOSS:
Despite the select frenzied fans out there, the Demon Brigade isn’t too popular here in Bozeman, eh Al?

ALBERT MORDECAI:
No, they are not. Back in Japan they talk a lot of trash about Americans. And you won’t find anyone more patriotic that a Bozeman resident!


The screech of a hawk echoes and the guitars for "Feliz Navidad" by Jose Feliciano get the crowd up on their feet. "Mighty Fine" Mike Musket steps out from the back with a piece of dried fish one hand and a walking stick in the other. He has THE All-Japan Imperial Championship wrapped around his waist. He walks down to the ring and stands on the apron. After he hands off his coon-skin cap, walking stick, and title belt to ringside personnel he gets on the apron and rips at the fish with his mouth and chows down. After he throws the rest of the fish into the crowd Big Ole Country slaps his belly and lets out a big roar of laughter. He waves at Zenki, who ignores him.

TIM FLOSS:
Mike Musket just won the All-Japan Imperial title at the most recent Shining Road show, winning in impressive fashion in a submission shootfighting match!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
When it comes to wrestling the catch-as-catch-can, you won’t find anyone better than Mike Musket!

"Starman" by Serge Salinas & Dale Oliver hits the speakers and Wally Lee emerges from the back. He walks down to the ring quickly and slides under the bottom rope. Almost immediately he stalks down the Demon Brigade, but the referee separates him from the Japanese duo.

TIM FLOSS:
Now we have the debut of Wally Lee! Al, tell us what you know about him.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
He’s an intense wrestler. While he’s young, he has an explosiveness that can’t be matched out there. As a junior heavyweight wrestler, he is quite the athlete, and will no doubt look to use his speed as an advantage in this match.

Musket and Lee shake hands in the ring as they point over at the Demon Brigade members that stand across from them.

BURTON FASK:
At a combined weight of 442lb… Mike Musket and Wally Lee!

The referee speaks to all four wrestlers and it is agreed, Mike Musket and Zenki will start. The referee points over to the timer.

TIM FLOSS:
As you all know, there are no tags in the Chronos Cup’s matches. A timer will switch out participants, decided at random! This could get tricky, Al. You never know who Chronos will send into the match.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
You know it, Timmy. Now, let’s get this thing started! I can’t think of a better way than with Zenki and Mike Musket!
The bell rings and the fans cheer as Musket and Zenki stand across from one another, the history between these two men in the J1 Summit overflowing. The two men lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie up in the center of the ring. Musket pushes Zenki back for a few moments, but then Zenki gathers up the strength to begin pushing back Musket back into the center of the ring. The struggle is real as they grunt and grab at one another.

Zenki drops to a knee and tosses over Musket with a fireman’s carry and locks on a rear chin lock. Musket has his chin in between Zenki’s forearm and his throat to keep the move from becoming a choke. Zenki breaks the hold and sends a mid-level kick right between the shoulder blades of Musket! The smack echoes through the crowd!

TIM FLOSS:
A powerful kick!

Back to his feet, Musket ties up Zenki in a collar-and-elbow, but this time gets the Demon Lord down to the mat with an osoto-gare! He places Zenki in a scarf hold. He is trying to lock on an Anconda Vise but Zenki manages to slither out. The two men jump up to their feet, Zenki hits a running shotei! Musket goes down and gets right back up. Zenki with another shotei! Musket gets back up to his feet, Zenki with a shotei! WAIT! Musket blocks it with a forearm and grabs Zenki by the wrist. He sends a chop into Zenki’s chest that sends him down to the mat! He picks up Zenki, still holding him by the wrist, another chop! He picks him up again, chop!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Some hard-hitting action right here!

Musket picks him up one more time, he goes for the chop – hits it! But Zenki remains on his feet! Musket with a chop! Zenki is still up on his feet! Musket with a – Zenki interrupts with a shoulder-throw, tossing the large mountain man down to the mat with a thud! Zenki launches a series of elbow drops into the chest of Musket!

Zenki takes a look at the clock and quickly gets Musket up to his feet, he is trying to go for the Zenki Bomb, but Musket still has enough energy to resist...

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Time is running out! Who will Chronos call?!

Zenki instead runs to the ropes and comes back for the rebound, he goes for the pounce – ZANBATOOOOH!!


Lee comes flying into the ring launching a barrage of strikes into Zenki as Musket rolls out. Punches! Kicks! Lee’s boundless energy is overwhelming the Demon Lord. He gets a running start, springboards off the middle rope, drop kick into the chest of Zenki that sends him into the Demon Brigade turnbuckle!

TIM FLOSS:
In a normal match, Zombie could tag in. But not in this Chronos-style team battle!

Lee rushes in for an elbow, Zenki moves out of the way and causes Lee to eat the turnbuckle into the chest! Lee stumbles backward and Zenki rushes him with a shotei that sends Lee to the mat! Zenki engages in a series of stomps and then goes for a quick cover.

1…

2-NO! Kickout.

Zenki snatches up Lee by the hair and lifts him up. He locks him in a front chancery – and drops him with a brainbuster! Lee grabs the back of his head as Zenki climbs to a knee rather slowly.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
You see, Timmy, Zenki has fought two fresh opponents. This match has taken its toll.
Zenki has Lee by the hair – Lee grabs the arm and takes him down with a Fujiwara Armbar!! He’s got the Zenki in the hold! The referee asks Zenki if he wants to tap. The masked man is looking at the clock knowing he only has to hold out a bit longer.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Saved by Chronos himself!

Zombie jumps the top rope and hits with a chop to the chest! And then he nails a knife-handed strike underneath the jaw that causes Lee to gasp! Zombie runs against the ropes… rebounds… rolling Kouppu kick!!! Lee tumbles over and leans against the ropes. The crowd is in a frenzy at the action. Zombie runs over with a kick to Lee’s knee, lightning fast kicks to the thigh.

TIM FLOSS:
This is a side of Zombie we’ve not seen before! He’s going crazy!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
He’s been empowered by Chronos!

He traps Lee’s arms and goes for repeated headbutts! The scene is disgusting as Zombie is going wild – WAIT! Lee arm drags Zombie and locks in a cross armbreaker! The crowd roars! Zenki wants to go in to break the hold, but knows that if he does they’ll get disqualified! The Demon Lord yells in Japanese.

TIM FLOSS:
This could be it!

Zombie is on his back and he struggles in the hold…

He appears to be trying to gain some kind of inner peace, closing his eyes…

He grits his teeth…

He reaches out with a foot…

He gets the rope! The ref forces Lee to break the hold!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Zombie summons in the internal fortitude to break that hold, Timmy. Gotta love it!

Lee has Zombie on his feet but doubled over and he is laying knee strikes into Zombie’s chest. Knee! Knee! Knee – WAIT! Zombie catches the leg. He spins Lee around… HEAD CLAW!!! He’s got his fingers around the crown of Lee’s head and has got him in a squeeze! You can see his fingertips pressing on Lee’s temples as sweat billows!

Lee struggles…

Lee drops to a knee…

He screams in pain…

Beginning to lose consciousness…

He taps! He taps! Lee drops to the mat in a thud!

TIM FLOSS:
Wally Lee just couldn’t hold on and has cost his team the Chronos Cup!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
That’s just how team matches go, my friend!

Zenki and Tokyo Zombie have their hands held up in victory by the referee. Mike Musket sits up and shakes the cobwebs out of his head. Wally Lee walks over to ask if he’s all right and we can see the mountain man state that he’s fine. The shot ends as Zenki and Zombie taunt the booing fans with insults.

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Backstage just behind the curtain, Zenki and Zombie emerge to see Julian Cutlass and AJ Knight discussing their strategy for the next match. They pause when they see the two Japanese fighters staring them down.

Cutlass nods to them.

JULIAN CUTLASS:
Nice work.

Zenki mutters an insult in Japanese under his breath as they pass by.

AJ Knight:
What the Hell’s their problem?

Cutlass smirks.

JULIAN CUTLASS:
Ask them yourself in the finals.

The two men return to their discussion as they wait for the next match to begin…

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TIM FLOSS:
Well, folks, let’s get set for the Lion’s Road opening round of the Chronos Cup! The winners will go on to face the Demon Brigade of Zenki and Tokyo Zombie in the finals later on tonight!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
They’ll have their hands full with that Demon Brigade, Timmy!

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. He stretches his legs and throws a few punches before standing in his corner in wait.

“Until the End” by Breaking Benjamin comes on over the speakers, as AJ Knight emerges from the back and walks down to the ring soaking in the cheers of the fans typically slapping hands with them and chatting with a few on his way to the ring he then rolls into the ring and poses on the Turnbuckle. He jumps down and skeptically stands next to Cutlass.

BURTON FASK:
At a combined weight of 439lb… Julian Cutlass and AJ Knight!

"In the Year of the Wolf" by Motorhead hits the Pa system as the Lion’s mouth erupts with fire and through the smoke comes Alexander Irvine with his head cast down. Taking in a moment on the stage Irvine lifts his head and slowly releases the smoke from his mouth. As he starts his walk to the ring he removes his BLACK Lion's Road t-shirt and throws it into the crowd. Upon reaching the ring he enters under the top rope and begins walking towards his corner, throwing a few kick/punch combinations before bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet shaking his arms out.

The instrumental of Nelly’s “Heart of a Champion” begins playing as the video screen shows a big graphic that says "Matt Wrestling" over a few highlight clips of Matt Pulver. As the beat kicks in, Matt Pulver steps out onto the stage, checking his wrists and warming up a bit. He pauses in front of the screen and looks out over the crowd before walking down the steps. He keeps his eyes focused on the ring as he walks towards with determined steps. He walks up the stairs then quickly steps through the middle and top rope and raises an arm to the audience. He taks off his shirt and throws it into the audience, before backing into his corner, rolling his wrists, checking the ropes, stretching his legs and just warming up in general as he waits for the match to start. Much like A.J. with Cutlass, Pulver becomes quite cautious around Irvine.

BURTON FASK:
At a combined weight of 390lb… Alexander Irvine and Matt Pulver!

TIM FLOSS:
Advantage in the weight department by Cutlass and AJ, wouldn’t you say?

ALBERT MORDECAI:
A true statement, Timmy. This could come back to impact the match, though it’s difficult to say exactly how. More weight means more power. But a lighter fighter might have more stamina, carrying around less mass.

The bell rings and we have Julian Cutlass and Matt Pulver starting off the match. Although there are no handshakes, it is clear these two men respect each other by the cautious fighting stances they’ve taken. Cutlass has his hands up and measures a roundhouse kick to the thigh of Pulver! The smack echoes as the fans “oooh”. A lone “You can do it Pulver!” sounds from the crowd. Cutlass lands another kick! Goes for the punch! Pulver backs out, shaking out the leg.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
You can see Cutlass’ strategy in the early-going, Timmy. Low kicks to slow down Matt Wrestling, then try to set him up for a knockout blow.

Pulver tries to shoot in, but Cutlass gets him in a front face lock and spreads the legs, causing him to go to the ground in control of Pulver. Cutlass goes for a knee – Pulver slips out of the hold and rolls out of the way. He gets up to his feet quickly – dropkick to Cutlass’ midsection! Cutlass rolls and gets up to a knee as the two men stare each other down. The fans clap and cheer.

Both men look up at the timer.
TIM FLOSS:
They’ve got a minute in this round left. Who do you think will be forced to stay in?

ALBERT MORDECAI:
It’s 50/50, Timmy. Only Chronos can say!

Cutlass gets a running start and goes for a roundhouse kick – Pulver ducks and runs to the ropes, on the rebound he comes with a spinning heel kick – it connects! Cutlass goes down and jumps back up, running at Pulver who takes him down with an armdrag – he tries to convert it into an armbar! Cutlass slips up to his feet – LARIATOH! – NO! He misses – PULVER WITH A SHINING TRIANGLE!!!!

TIM FLOSS:
Outta nowhere!

Cutlass is on his knees as Pulver has the hold locked in, grasping his hand on the arm and squeezing his legs around the throat and shoulder to cut off air to Cutlass. The two men are in the center of the ring and there is nowhere for Cutlass to go.
Cutlass struggles…
He gets to one knee, trying to push out of the hold…
He falls back to one knee…

TIM FLOSS:
Will Julian Cutlass be saved by the timer?!




TIM FLOSS and ALBERT MORDECAI:
AW HELL NO!

Pulver is forced to break the hold as Irvine slowly saunters into the ring. He stalks the wounded Cutlass like a wolf on a sure thing. Cutlass gets up to a knee – Irvine with a roundhouse kick to the back! Cutlass roars in pain! Irvine with another kick! Cutlass roars again, but gets up to both feet. Irvine takes a shot to Cutlass thigh! Cutlass moans but runs against the ropes – running face kick to Irvine!

TIM FLOSS:
Nice counter from the Blazin’ King there.

Irvine is wobbly but on his feet. He runs against the ropes and rebounds with a running elbow smash! Cutlass stumbles backwards into the ropes… and runs again for a face kick! Irvine nearly topples over but tucks his elbow into the middle rope to keep him upright. And he runs for another running elbow smash! Cutlass falls through the ropes and lands on the apron. Irvine ducks under the top rope and the two men stand on the apron.

TIM FLOSS:
Dangerous territory, Al!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
These guys love the danger!

Each man has one hand on the top rope. Irvine uses his free hand for a chop to Cutlass’ chest! Cutlass returns with a chop of his own! Irvine with a chop! Cutlass with a chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
Irvine sends a side kick into Cutlass knee. The Blazin’ King barks in pain. While gripping the top rope with both hands, he leans with a roundhouse kick to the back of Irvine’s head! Irvine grunts as he leans over the ropes. Cutlass backs up… he charges forward… BLAZIN’ KICK!!!!!!!!! Irvine goes flying off the apron!

TIM FLOSS:
The Blazin’ Kick! He nails it! He nails it!

Knight comes running into the ring and with a head of steam he jumps for a suicide plancha to the outside!!! He lands on Irvine! The crowd is going nuts! AJ has mounted Irvine on the outside and is slaughtering him with punches!

TIM FLOSS:
My gawd! I’ve never seen AJ like this!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
He’s been waiting for six minutes to get into the ring, Timmy! He’s overflowing with pent-up aggression!

AJ dismounts and picks up Irvine, gripping him by the waistline of his half-tights as he tosses him back into the ring. Knight goes for a quick pin.

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2…

NO!!! A stunned Irvine manages to get a shoulder up.

AJ Knight gets up to his feet and lifts up Irvine, going for a German suplex. But Irvine back elbows Knight, spins around, and he locks in a rear waistlock himself! Irvine goes for the German suplex – Knight gets a foot locked against the back of Irvine’s knee! He can’t lift him up! Knight spins around and applies the rear waist lock – GERMAN SUPLEX HOLD! The ref counts!

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2…

3-NO!!!! Irvine kicks out!

TIM FLOSS:
Folks, Irvine is taking some punishment here tonight!

Knight runs at Irvine as he sits up – single leg dropkick to the face! Knight stands over Irvine, taunting him as he’s in control! He goes for a soccer kick to the bald head of Irvine! The Unnatural just barely gets the hands up! Knight goes for it again! Again! Ag-WAIT! Irvine has the foot! He kicks out AJ’s other leg and the Millennial Crusader goes to the ground as Irvine has a heel hold!!!

TIM FLOSS:
Irvine’s submission skills rear their ugly head!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Ugly is the right word! But it’s working against AJ!

AJ is stuck in the middle of the ring. He glances up at the timer.
Knight puts his hands to his head and covers his face. He’s mustering the entirety of his determination to keep from tapping out.

He struggles…

He clasps his hands together in front of his face… his face is becoming red…
His grip starts to slip...

The fingers slip!



Knight taps the mat but the timer has already gone off! Irvine keeps the hold on as the referee tries to get Irvine off him. Pulver tries to go for the submission but Knight rolls away from him and then kicks Pulver in the face! Pulver stumbles back as Knight gets to a knee. Pulver runs forward – MOUNTAIN BOMB from Knight! Pulver sits up – VIOLENT GOSPEL FROM KNIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TIM FLOSS:
He’s seen it enough times and he just did it to Matt Pulver!

Knight hooks the leg!

1…

2…

3!!!!!!!!!!

WAIT! FOOT ON THE ROPES!!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
I can’t believe it!

Knight limps up to a knee, still damaged from staying in Irvine’s heel hold for too long. He gets Pulver in position for a KNIGHTFALL DDT… NAILS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PULVER LIES LIMP ON THE MAT AS HIS HEAD SPIKES OFF THE CANVAS! Knight goes for a pin!

1…

2…

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAIT!!!! PULVER’S SHOULDER IS UP AS HIS LOCKS IN A KIMURA!!!! KIMURA! KIMURA!!!

TIM FLOSS:
Incredible turn of events! The MAX-J Junior Heavyweight Champion looked out and now AJ finds himself stuck in another submission hold!

Knight reaches out with a free hand and clasps the bottom rope! Pulver breaks the hold. Both men lie on the ground exhausted. Each looks to the timer.



TIM FLOSS:
Cutlass comes in fresh as a daisy!

Knight rolls out of the ring as Cutlass slowly stalks down an exhausted Pulver. He sends a couple of soccer kicks to Pulver’s head, but the young Swede covers up as he backs to the ropes. Cutlass thunders kicks into Pulver’s thighs and back as Pulver uses the ropes to stand himself up. Cutlass snatches Pulver, snatching him with a rear-waist lock and ducking his head under Pulver’s shoulder… BACKDROP HOLD FROM THE FORMER CHAMP!!!! HE BRIDGES FOR THE PIN!!!!!

1…

2…

3-WAIT! Pulver rolls out! As Cutlass tries to get up Pulver snatches his arm and puts him in a La Magistral cradle! Pulver’s got the pin!

1…

2…

3!!!!!!!!!!

The bell sounds!

TIM FLOSS:
A stunning turn of events, folks! Look at Cutlass, he’s sitting up in shock that he got caught in that pin!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
That’s why Matt Pulver is the MAX-J Junior Heavyweight Champion, Timmy! He’s got all kinds of tricks up his sleeves!

TIM FLOSS:
Looks like we’re going to be seeing the Demon Brigade against the duo of Alexander Irvine and Matt Pulver! Quite the finals we have in store!

Cutlass smacks the mat out of frustration and grits his teeth before standing up. The four men in the ring exchange a few pleasantries and shake hands in respect of their efforts. The fans applaud and holler as the scene cuts to the next match.

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BURTON FASK:
This Heritage Heavyweight title bout is to be fought over a thirty minute time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner! Introducing first from Guelph, Ontario! He weighs in at two hundred and thirty five pounds... the challenger... ELI BUCHANAN!

Buchanan pumps his fist in the air a couple times to acknowledge the crowd.

BURTON FASK:
His opponent from Lexington, Kentucky! He weighs in at two hundred and four pounds... the current, reigning and defending Heritage Heavyweight Champion... JAMES EDWARDS!

Edwards bows to each side of the ring before handing his title to a stage hand.

BURTON FASK:
Your referee for this bout is Cordell Garner!

BRADY ROSSEN:
Hello! My name is Brady Rossen, I am the voice of this contest for this evening. I'm not a new broadcaster by any means, but as this match is about to begin, I don't want to discuss myself. For a quick summary, I'm a big time fight fan - train lots, studied journalism just to write about them. Even tried a promotion years back but that didn't work. I'm hear tonight by request of the Laurentide Athletic Commission. Sam Hewitt and Chad Gomez were unavailable and we wanted to give Tim and Al a smokebreak for the evening, so they asked that I do it. Happily, I said. I've got my notes, I'm a fan of Lion's Road since day one. Let's go.

Referee Cordell Garner calls for the bell and the two men emerge from their corners. Eli Buchanan cockily presses the pace with James Edwards calmly maintaining a defensive stance. Buchanan lunges forward, Edwards gets a knee up in the solar plexus but the former Tiger Mask Red grabs him anyway. Edwards has overhooks while Buchanan's got the underhook clinch going as he backs the champion into the ropes. Edwards hangs onto him so the challenger can't pull off any offensive moves, Garner steps in to start his five count... Buchanan peppers in a few body shots before breaking at three. Garner clears them to begin fighting again and Edwards comes off the ropes, circles around... Buchanan goes for a kick but the Burning Heart catches it and palm strikes Buchanan to knock him off his feet! Buchanan tries to scramble to his feet, but Edwards keeps a hold of that right leg and uses his right hand to annoy - putting it in Eli's face. Edwards slowly works his way into half guard, sitting on top of Eli's left leg now.

BRADY ROSSEN:
Edwards utilizing the fact that he's at a size disadvantage... to his advantage. He's a much better striker than Eli, but he's got him on the mat where that extra range doesn't matter as much. Buchanan's got an amateur background that tends to go overlooked simply because of his tenure as Tiger Mask Red and all the gimmickry and shenanigans behind that. Here Edwards will want to utilize ground strikes, forcing Eli to move to defend and trying to open up opportunities while attempting to avoid sweeps and reversals.

Buchanan wraps his right arm around Edwards' body and tries to hoist himself up and it seems that Edwards is allowing him the chance to do s--EDWARDS SLINKS INTO BACK MOUNT! He slaps Buchanan a few times then dismounts, but not before firing a kick at his face! Buchanan defends most of it, so Edwards fires a second. Buchanan grabs the leg, but Edwards yanks it free and spins away as Buchanan gets up to a vertical base. The two men circle again, Edwards keeps his hands up to set the range, but Buchanan grabs his right wrist with his left hand. Edwards uses this to his own benefit as Eli tries to pull him in, he hoofs him in the gut with a side kick. Eli doubles over, Edwards tries to leap onto his back but Buchanan spins out... so Edwards settles with a front chancery, keeping his forearm firmly across Eli's face as he drops to a knee to torque on the hold. Buchanan backs Edwards up into the ropes to cause a break. Edwards keeps the hold locked in for a few extra seconds causing Buchanan to get a bit pissy when it's finally released, the challenger slaps Edwards! The crowd pops as the two men try to fight despite Garner stepping between them in an attempt to restore order. Garner quickly changes his mind, allowing the two to go at it!

BRADY ROSSEN:
Garner reconsidered being in the middle of that and quite frankly, I don't blame the guy one bit! They're clinched up now with Edwards against the ropes, utilizing these point blank headbutts - little shots but a head is a head, so they definitely hurt.

Edwards gets a hand free and places it on Eli's head, pushing it down to create some distance... then unleashes a mighty headbutt! The crowd groans at the sound as Buchanan responds by wrapping his arm around Edwards' head and tightening the grip. Edwards fires off a few shots to break free, but is unable to do so and with Buchanan making no attempt to move - Garner orders a break! Buchanan lets go and Edwards backs up, the challenger checks himself for blood where Edwards headbutted him but finds none. Buchanan steps out, the two men circle... Edwards fakes a leg kick and goes for a jab but Buchanan manages to grab him, missing most of the attempted strike. With a single overhook, Buchanan tries to obtain wrist control on Edwards' right arm... but Edwards twists and tries to toss Buchanan to the mat. The attempt is unsuccessful and lands Buchanan in side control on the mat. Edwards grabs him and tries to sit up, but Buchanan drives his left elbow down on Edwards' face... lifting it up and hammering it down across Edwards' face.

BRADY ROSSEN:
Elbows from side control! Where have we seen that before? I'll tell you - that's a tactic that was very instrumental in James Edwards defeating Ben Chrenshaw for the Iron Championship. He busted the Crippler's nose with those elbows and it looks like Buchanan might be trying to do the same here on new year's eve!

However, Edwards turns and gets the second and third shot across the side of the head - slicing his ear. The Heritage Champion brings his knee up, striking Buchanan in the shoulder with it a few times as Eli the Red works for a submission attempt. Feeling like this might be a lost cause, Buchanan shoves Edwards onto his back and hooks the leg.

1-KICK OUT!

The crowd gasps at the blatant disrespect shown by Edwards toward Buchanan, not even allowing him the satisfaction of a two count. Buchanan has an opportunity to advance to mount, but stops and looks at Edwards' ear then headbutts it several times! Buchanan comes up with blood adorning his face. Edwards' knee comes flying up, knocking Buchanan off of him. Edwards tries to scramble to his feet, but Buchanan kicks him in the face! Edwards stumbles, falling to his knees... Buchanan grabs him in a rear waist hold.... GERMAN SUPLEX! Edwards lands on the mat and it's clear by the execution of the suplex that there was little regard for Edwards' health and safety. He lays on the mat holding his head, Buchanan rolls away and tells Garner to count. Garner begins his ten count, but Edwards storms up to his feet at TWO. Garner grabs the champion and checks him out, but the Burning Heart shows his stubbornness as he's got his fists up and yells at Garner that he's fine.

BRADY ROSSEN:
You won't find too many fighters who will admit that they are hurting when a referee or a doctor stops them to check them out. James Edwards is no exception. Blood from his ear, a kick to the head and an equally dangerous German suplex... the man gets up at two. That's one bullheaded champion, folks.

Buchanan yells across the ring that if he's fine, let's fight. Edwards brushes past Garner and goes for a thrust kick that's easily caught, Buchanan ropes him in and tries to clinch up, but Edwards gets the upper hand and goes for a waist hold from the top - powerbomb position. Buchanan hoists him up off his feet, looking to dump him on his head again but Edwards knees him in the dome to get set back down on the mat! Buchanan moves into a rear waist hold and tries to pick Edwards up, but the champion holds his ground and spins out - grabbing an arm as he does. He tries for a hammerlock, but Buchanan palm strikes him! The resulting strike sends them both down and Edwards tries for a kimura instead!

BRADY ROSSEN:
Quick thinking on Edwards' part, but Buchanan landed on top in Edwards' half guard so the champion doesn't have all the movement and flexibility needed to successfully apply the hold - especially after being knocked loopy, whether he wants to admit it or not.

Edwards gives up the hold, knowing he's only exerting precious energy he'll need to get the man with a thirty one pound weight advantage off of him. Buchanan drives his forearm into Edwards' face and rubs it back and forth, distracting the champion as he moves into side control and clamps on a grounded side headlock. Edwards clasps his right wrist with his left hand and pushes up on Buchanan's face, trying to free himself up from the working hold. He even tries bringing his legs up to wrap around Buchanan's neck, but the challenger uses his top hand to push Edwards' hand back down then reapplies the side headlock with even more pressure! He leans his weight on Edwards' head, causing the champion's legs to kick out wildly. Edwards bucks a couple times, rolling onto his side to relieve the pressure and stress of the hold. Edwards brings his knees up, driving them into the back of his challenger's back. Buchanan decides it's time to go back up and starts his ascent back to a vertical base. He gets to his knees and lets go of the side headlock, grabbing Edwards in a clinch and kneeing him! It connects! Edwards reels!

BRADY ROSSEN:
He rocked him again!

Buchanan goes for a second, but Edwards wraps his arms around Buchanan's thigh and lifts him up as he's getting to his own feet. The crowd gasps as Edwards scoops him up into a fireman's carry...

DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

At least, that was the intent. Buchanan doesn't quite allow himself to be spiked on his head, keeping a firm grip on the champion's noggin to limit the impact. Buchanan relinquishes the grip upon hitting the mat, but quickly scrambles to apply a front chancery. Buchanan and Edwards are both breathing heavily as the challenger keeps the hold tight enough to control the situation, but not so tight that he's exerting himself while doing so. Edwards tries to fire up, but Eli the Red transitions into a guillotine choke!

He cranks it! Yanking Edwards to his feet!

Garner is in great position!

Edwards manages a "no" despite being choked…

Buchanan's face is straining…

Edwards drops to a knee!

EDWARDS ROARS TO LIFE! DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN!

He slams his palm into Buchanan's face after landing in his guard, takes a moment to rest then fires off a second, then repeats the process over a few times. Feeling a bit refreshed, Edwards stands holding the right leg of his challenger... he tries to turn him over for a single leg crab, but Buchanan grabs his foot and holds on! Edwards aggressively stomps Buchanan's other leg and then swings his leg over as he falls back!

HEEL HOOK!

Buchanan's grabbed the bottom rope before Edwards hits the mat! Garner is quick to break it up, knowing just how dangerous the submission hold is. Edwards too, despite his frustrations with Buchanan, doesn't care to injure the guy by keeping it on too long. He releases it without issue. Edwards stands up and goes to his corner as Buchanan recovers, but comes right back as his challenger gets to his feet. He grabs Buchanan and takes him down with a side headlock, then works at isolating the right arm of his challenger - using his leg to straighten it. Buchanan yelps as Edwards tries to crank the armbar variation on, but the former Tiger Mask Red uses his left hand to push up against Edwards' chin and relieve some of the pressure. Buchanan kicks his legs up, headcissors applied to Edwards! He gets his arm free and scrambles to his feet, Edwards rolls to his feet...

BOMAY-NO!

Buchanan's knee strike misses, Edwards grabs Buchanan in a rear waist hold and heaves him! It's not so much a suplex as it is a takedown, but it lands Eli on his stomach either way. Edwards gets into back mount and starts firing shots from the top! Edwards stops, stands up... LEAPS UP...

DOUBLE KNEES TO THE BACK!

Edwards rolls away, holding his knees in pain. He grabs the ropes and starts to get up... Buchanan crawls toward the corner and unties a turnbuckle cover. Garner is busy checking on Edwards, who has fallen back to the mat. Buchanan gathers a few things that fell out and looks at them... he shakes his head and puts them back down, but turns around and sees Garner still distracted. Eli grabs them again... and we see clearly now that it's flash paper and a lighter.

BRADY ROSSEN:
Eli Buchanan got himself suspended in the Great Lakes area for twenty five days for pulling this stunt... why do it again? He sounded remorseful, but I guess that was all for sh--MAYBE NOT!

Buchanan chucks the stuff to the floor and turns himself around. Edwards comes running in for the Violent Gospel, but Buchanan moves! Edwards hits the exposed turnbuckle with his shin and falls to the ground! Buchanan lays on the mat, face down... not even aware of what happened. He begins to get up... Edwards rolls onto his knees and tries to get up, but applying pressure to his leg is proving to be difficult... Buchanan climbs to his feet and spins Edwards around...

ENZUIGIRI!

The injured shin connects with Eli's head!

Buchanan staggers on his feet...

then hits the mat! Edwards falls to the mat, holding his shin as he rolls on his back. Garner begins counting both men...

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

Buchanan begins crawling toward the ropes.

6...

7...

Edwards grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up, but the pressure on his shin causes him to fall back down!

8...

Eli grabs the middle rope...

9...

He lunges for the top rope...

10!

NOT IN TIME!!

Garner waves both men out and calls for the bell! The crowd boos as Buchanan hits the mat again, laying on his back. Edwards sits in the corner, holding his shin. A stage hand jumps in and applies ice to it as another hands him the Heritage title. Medical staff split up, checking on both parties.

BURTON FASK:
Ladies and gentlemen - as a result of both men being unable to answer the ten count... this match is a draw!

Edwards chucks the ice pack in frustration, then points to the exposed turnbuckle.

BRADY ROSSEN:
Edwards a bit upset about the call here as he points out the exposed turnbuckle that without a doubt hindered his ability to return to his feet. I don't think Garner noticed it any point, which is fair - it's the bottom turnbuckle. You often the see top turnbuckle get exposed because it's the most easily accessible and the first one you see, but I can't remember the last time someone exposed the bottom buckle. The Rule Book states you can't call what you didn't see. Unfortunately for Edwards, this match is over - it's a draw. He retains the belt, but not in the way he was hoping.

Buchanan gets up and hobbles over to where Edwards is sitting. The two stare each other down with various members of the medic and stage crews between them. Buchanan bows then powders out, leaving Edwards to stare daggers at him as he is helped up the aisle.

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The camera returns to the ring and we see the four competitors of the Chronos Cup in the ring. Irvine and Pulver are stretching and talking amongst themselves casually while Zenki and Tokyo Zombie stand frozen and blankly ahead. The two Chronos Cup trophies are held up in the ring by attendants and then taken to the outside. The trophies are massive and you can see the fighters of both teams want to take them home tonight.

TIM FLOSS:
Here we go, folks! We’re prepped and ready to go for the Chronos Cup finals!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
It’s gonna be a Hell of a match. When you look at – wait, Timmy, look in the crowd!

Down out front, a scuffle has broken about between the Demon Brigade zealots and Bozeman residents! Security rushes into the crowd to keep the separate groups apart from one another! From inside the ring Lord Zenki nods with approval at the outbreak of violence.

TIM FLOSS:
Someone has got to do something about the Demon Brigade, Al. You can’t have a ruckus like that in the stands!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
They are loyal followers of Demon Lord Zenki!

The fight is calmed down for now and the referee signals for the bellow. We start out with Zenki and Alexander Irvine! The fans are wild with enthuasiasm! IRVINE! IRVINE! Chants fill the arena, but the Demon Brigade zealots shrill ZENKI! shouts impressively compete with the Bozeman crowd.

TIM FLOSS:
There’s a lot of bad blood between these two. Alexander Irvine was the GPWS Heavyweight Champion over a month ago and Zenki defeated him during the HOLY MOUNTAIN event in Tokyo.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Now that Irvine is the King of Lions Champion, maybe he should thank Zenki for lighting a fire under him!

Irvine goes for a grapple and Zenki shoots under him into a rear waist lock. He drops to a knee and goes for a quick schoolboy pin! There is not even a count as Irvine rolls out. Irvine shoots in for a single-leg takedown, but Zenki locks on a front face lock to prevent from going down. Irvine backs Zenki into a turnbuckle. His hands grip the ropes as Zenki has the hold on… Shoulder thrust to the abdomen! Shoulder thrust! Zenki breaks the front face lock as Irvine stands up and launches into a punching combination! Zenki covers up as gloves beat away at him! Irvine rears back – PIMP SLAP from Zenki! The smack echoes through the crowd!

TIM FLOSS:
I dunno if that was spit or a tooth that flew from Irvine’s mouth!

Irvine and Zenki stand nose-to-nose, two men of nearly identical height and build. The standoff continues for several moments until they begin trading punches to the face! The fists are flying as the fans are on their feet!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
It’s USA versus Japan! The Marine versus the Demon in a haymaker explosion!

The punches continue until eventually Zenki staggers back! Irvine begins launching a succession of punches – Zenki stomps on his foot! Shotei! Irvine stumbles back into the ropes – rolling Koppau kick from Zenki! Irvine goes down and Zenki clamps on a rear chinlock. Irvine struggles but eventually gets up to his feet – elbow to the gut of Zenki! Another elbow and Zenki lets go!

TIM FLOSS:
The King of Lions champ is punishing Zenki’s abs! He’s not gonna be doing any crunches anytime soon!

Irvine kicks Zenki in the gut and grabs him around the waist. He’s got him in the gutwrench… He lifts him for a powerbomb – IRVINE’S GONNA ATTEMPT A ZENKI BOMB! He starts to run by Zenki flips into a hurricanrana! Irvine spills into the ropes!

The warrior monk enters the ring and launches a barrage of elbow drops to the prone Irvine. Again! Again! He grabs an arm of Irvine and lifts him up to his feet. Chop to the chest! He runs Irvine against the ropes and attempts a spinning roundhouse kick – Irvine ducks and rebounds, he goes for a running elbow smash! Zombie crosses his arms and blocks it! Enzuigiri from Zombie to Irvine! Irvine goes down to a knee… Zombie dashes forward – SHINING WIZARD!! Zombie with the pin!

1…

2…

3-NO! Irvine gets the shoulder up!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Let me tell you something, Timmy. I really like this Tokyo Zombie guy! He’s tapped into something special!

Zombie sets about methodically targeting Irvine’s arm. He stretches out Irvine’s arm, pinning it against the mat, and delivers a knee into the bicep! Knee to the bicep! Irvine rolls over onto his stomach. Zombie goes to the mat – FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Zombie is not letting up as Irvine drags himself over to the edge of the ring to latch a boot on the bottom rope.

Zombie has a calm, Buddhist-like way of inflicting violence as he delivers elbow drops into Irvine’s side. Over on the apron, Matt Pulver is cheering on Irvine to hang in there and looks up at the timer.

TIM FLOSS:
If Chronos brings in Pulver, they’ve got a chance. But if Chronos chooses Zenki, I don’t think there is any way that Irvine will be able to make it!

Zombie drags Irvine away from the ropes and into the center of the ring. Elbow drop to the back of Irvine’s head!

He locks on another Fujiwara Armbar! Zombie is wrenching back on the hold as there is nothing Irvine can do any longer to protect himself!
Irvine roars in pain...

TIM FLOSS:
Who will Chronos choose?! Pulver or Zenki?!
ALBERT MORDECAI:
Chronos spares Irvine’s life!

Pulver leapfrogs the top rope and rushes at Zombie. Zombie goes for a roundhouse kick but Pulver ducks and ninja rolls along the mat. He jumps up and rebounds across the ropes and hits a flying elbow smash that downs Zombie! Zombie gets up, Pulver flies in with another elbow! Zombie goes down and gets back up once more – he runs into a flying knee from Pulver! He goes for a pin!

1…

2…

NO! Zombie gets a shoulder up.

TIM FLOSS:
Pulver’s freshness has him on a roll!

Pulver tries for an armbar, but Zombie gets the fingers clasped. He punches at Zombie’s hands but cannot break his grip. Pulver breaks off the effort and rolls out. Zombie gets up to his feet as well and the two men face off.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
A smart move by Matt Pulver. He didn’t want to expend a lot of energy on the ground wrestling with Zombie, so he just broke the hold and decided to stand back up.

Zombie has his hands up and Pulver smacks the inside of Zombie’s thigh with a roundhouse kick. Zombie absorbs it. Pulver goes for another, Zombie lifts up a knee to block and it and extends the foot to hit Pulver in the chest with a side kick! Zombie picks up a head of steam and hits Pulver with a dropkick that sends him to the mat. Pulver gets up to a knee as Zombie stands motionless with his hands at his side.

Zombie smiles.

Pulver looks up at the timer.

TIM FLOSS:
Oh boy… Pulver and Zenki fought in the finals of the Sword of Lite Grand Prix in an epic watched around the world. You know there’s some bad blood here.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Yes… and I love it!

Zenki enters the ring under the top rope slowly, as though he’s savoring the moment. Pulver gets up to his feet and smirks as if he enjoys the challenge. Pulver takes a fighting stance, while Zenki has not even raised his arms.

TIM FLOSS:
A confusing strategy by Zenki…

Pulver launches a roundhouse kick into Zenki’s chest. The Demon Lord absorbs the blow while he stands in place. Pulver with another roundhouse kick to the chest! Zenki takes a step back but absorbs it. Pulver with another! Zenki takes it and laughs as he regains his balance. An enraged Pulver goes for it again – a head shot! Does Zenki get the hands up in time?! YES! He has Pulver’s foot and drags him down for an achilles tendon lock! Pulver is on his face while Zenki digs into the hold!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Zenki set him up, Timmy!

Eventually Zenki lets go and leap frogs onto Pulver’s back. He gets him in a rear waist lock and… DEADLIFT RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Pulver folds like an accordion as Lord Zenki sits up. The Demon Brigade zealots are shouting encouragement from the crowd for Lord Zenki to crush the unwashed filth of Matt Pulver! He rolls over Pulver for a pin.

1…

2…

NO! Pulver with a kickout.

Zenki glances at the clock.
Knowing that he’s got a decent amount of time, he descends upon Pulver’s face with a knee drop. He sits up Pulver and then locks in a DRAGON SLEEPER!! He wrenches back on the hold. Pulver is kicking and screaming as Zenki has his arm around Pulver’s throat and a knee in his back!

TIM FLOSS:
Good gawd, Al! That’s a nasty modification of the Dragon Sleeper.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
I really don’t see how Pulver will survive in this move. It looks like he’s got another thirty seconds!

Pulver is attempting to wiggle forward to get a foot on the ropes, but he is at least a meter away from getting there.
He gets it to half a meter…
Zenki in his crouch starts to crab-walk him back! He sits back down on the hold! Pulver has his hand in the air! He’s starting to lose it!

TIM FLOSS:
Pulver is gonna survive!




TIM FLOSS:
WHAT THE HELL, CHRONOS?!?!?

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Haha! The will of Chronos must be respected, Timmy!

As Zenki allows Pulver’s crumpled body to fall to the mat. He says a few things in Japanese to Zombie, who nods and begins to get to work. He lifts up Pulver and puts him in a double underhook position. He lifts him up – DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB! He covers for a pin!

1…

2…

3-NO! Pulver kicks out!

He gets Pulver up to a knee. He goes for a HEAD CLAW! Pulver blocks it and sends a fist into Zombie’s gut! He tries to get up to his feet, but exhaustion slows him down and the rather fresh Tokyo Zombie hits him with a double Mongolian chop that keeps him down on one knee!

TIM FLOSS:
Matt Pulver is exhausted while Zombie has spent three minutes resting up. You can’t expect someone to compete with that.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
It was a bad break for Pulver this time. But that’s the danger of a Chronos match. You have to be prepared for when time turns against you!

Zombie hits several Mongolian Chops that sends Pulver falling face first to the mat. Zombie snatches up Pulver by his singlet and gets him onto his forearms and knees. He kicks him in the head once for good measure and allows Pulver to get to a knee… he goes for a running start – RISING ZOMBIE MOON!!!! – WAIT!!!!!! Pulver crosses his forearms for a block just above his head that keeps him safe! He stumbles up to his feet as Zombie comes running… Zombie misses with a big boot… he rebound… PULVER WITH THE HAMMER OF THOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both men collapse!

TIM FLOSS:
My gawd! Did you hear that elbow crack against Zombie’s skull?!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
It gave me a headache just watching it! Pass the aspirin, Timmy!

The two men lie on their backs, separating by a meter or so near the center of the ring. Because there can be no draws, neither one is in any hurry to move. The clock ticks downward…

Despite that neither man has moved an inch, Irvine steps into the ring and begins laying it into Zombie. He picks up Zombie, takes him from the backside… TORTURE RACK!!!! He’s got a half-conscious Tokyo Zombie in a torture rack, bending him over his shoulders! The referee stands under Zombie, asking him if he wants to give up. Zombie responds… by taking his free hand and slamming a fist into Irvine’s skull! Irvine buckles a bit but instead… INVERSE SAMOAN DRIVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TIM FLOSS:
My gawd! That’s a new one from Irvine!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Back in the Owen Sound-based Lion’s Road, Irvine used a Samoan Piledriver as one of his finishers and called it the Gateway to Hell. This time he inverted it from the torture rack position! Incredible!

Irvine covers for the pin!!

1…

2…

3 – WAIT! No! Zombie gets the shoulder up.

Irvine gets up Zombie and puts him in a fireman’s carry. He’s going for his former finisher when Zombie wiggles out of it and drops to his feet. JUMPING AXE KICK INTO THE BASE OF IRVINE’S NECK! Irvine goes down to one knee!! Zombie runs against the ropes…

ALBERT MORDECAI:
He’s going for the Rising Zombie Moon!

Zombie on the rebound goes – WAIT! Irvine jumps up and HITS A FLYING TRIANGLE HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!! Irvine’s shoulders are against the mat as Zombie is on his feet but bent over as Irvine has the hold locked in!

TIM FLOSS:
Did you see that?! That’s why he’s the King of Lions Champion!

They are in the center of the ring and Irvine has the hold clamped in tight…

Zombie struggles…

“Do you wanna give up?”

Zombie shakes his head but there is nowhere to go and over a minute and a half left on the clock! Zombie can’t get away… so he dives in with his trapped arm – AND GRABS IRVINE’S SKULL FOR A HEAD CLAW!!! The powerful fingers of the monk grip the freshly shaved scalp of the Unnatural Wolf!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Zombie is putting it all on the line! By locking on the Head Claw, he is sacrificing his air supply as Irvine can apply more pressure with his legs!

Zombie’s fingers are seemingly making indentions into Irvine’s skull. The monk’s eyes roll back into his head as though possessed by the spirit realm! The Demon Brigade zealots in the crowd have their hands raised to the sky giving Zombie their strength! Irvine roars out in pain!

Irvine struggles… he roars in pain!

Zombie struggles… his body trembling as it becomes deprived of Oxygen!

Irvine taps! Zombie taps! Both men let go of their respective holds as referee looks onward!

TIM FLOSS:
What the Hell just happened, Al?

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Well, Zombie and Irvine both tapped out at nearly the same moment. Irvine’s hand hit the canvas while Zombie’s hit Irvine’s leg. The referee is going to the instant reply to see who tapped first.

As the ref puts on the headset to communicate with officials at the Laurentide Athletic Commission, the replay goes up on the big screen above the entrance. Irvine on his back with the triangle hold locked on removes one of his arms to tap the mat while Zombie smacks against the half-tights that cover Irvine’s quadriceps.

TIM FLOSS:
It looks to me like Irvine’s hand moves to the mat to begin the tapout before Zombie’s hand moves…

ALBERT MOREDCAI:
True, but their hands actually hit the surface their tapping out on at the same time! This is an important question for the Laurentide rules: Irvine began the tap earlier, but that’s only because he was reaching further. Zombie’s hand did not have to go as far.

Zombie and Pulver stand on the apron. Irvine and Mordecai both have begun to sit up. All eyes in the arena are on the jumbo screen and the echoes of conversations fill the arena.

The referee takes off the headset and steps over to PA announcer Burton Fask. Fask takes to the mic.

BURTON FASK:
Ladies and gentlemen… the referee has determined that Alexander Irvine and Tokyo Zombie tapped out simultaneously. Therefore, as a result, both men are eliminated and the match will continue in sudden death with the remaining competitors!

The fans go wild as the camera show Pulver and Zenki from the apron and their heads turn to stare down one another.

TIM FLOSS:
Oh, fresh Hell…

As medical staff clear Irvine and Zombie, Pulver and Zenki slowly enter the ring…

ALBERT MORDECAI:
This has turned into a rematch of the Sword of Lite finals, Timmy! Chronos has abandoned us all!

Suddenly, the two men dash at one another! Zenki with a shotei-swing and a miss! Pulver rebounds with a roundhouse kick – Zenki blocks it with a forearm! Zenki goes for a heavy enzuigiri – Pulver ducks as Zenki gets nothing but air! Pulver goes for the… HAMMER OF THOR!!!! Zenki ducks and runs into the ropes… he rebounds… he pounces… ZANBATOOOOOOOH!!!!!! Pulver goes flying across the ring!

TIM FLOSS:
My gawd! Like a rag doll!

Zenki covers, hooking the leg for the pin!

1…

2…

3-NO!!!! Pulver kicks out!

Zenki gets Pulver up to his feet… front chancery… lifts him up and drops him with a vertical-spike brainbuster!! He covers again…

1…

2…

3!!!!!!!!

WAIT!!! Pulver gets a shoulder up at the last minute! The ref waives off the bell!

TIM FLOSS:
Zenki wasting no time!

Zenki throws Pulver into a turnbuckle. He backs up and is going for another… ZANBATOOOO-WAIT! Pulver moves and Zenki goes flying and eats the top turnbuckle! The fans all wince as they watch him slump into the corner. Pulver shakes out the cobwebs and sets Zenki up on the top turnbuckle. He goes to the turnbuckle and begins climbing.

TIM FLOSS:
Al, what’s he doing?

ALBERT MORDECAI:
He appears to be doing for a hurricanrana… but…

Pulver takes Zenki’s arm over his head like he’s going to lock on a triangle hold – HE DOES!!! TRIANGLE HOLD MODIFIED HURRICANRANA FROM THE TOP ROPE SPIKES ZENKI’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TIM FLOSS:
MY GAWD! MY GAWD! MY GAWD! MY GAWD! IT’S HELL ON EARTH!!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
He merged the hurricanrana with a triangle hold to ensure he spiked Zenki’s head at the most awkward angle possible! PULVER’S A F***ING GENIUS, TIMMY!!!

Pulver has the leg hooked for the pin! It’s the center of the ring!

1…

2…

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAIT!!!!!!!!!!! Zenki’s shoulder is up!

TIM FLOSS:
I’m losing my mind! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
I need a f***ing Xanax! Someone find me a f***ing Xanax!

Pulver is sitting up with his head in his hands, the impact of the avalanche-style Triangle Hurricanrana having shaken him up as well. Pulver gets Zenki up to his feet… Zenki weakly chops Pulver across the chest. Pulver himself throws a nearly powerless elbow. The two men exchange weak strikes until both backing off, doubling over from exhaustion… Zenki drops to knee – PULVER SEIZES THE OPPORTUNITY WITH A SHINING TRIANGLE!!!! He’s got it locked in – WAIT! Zenki slips out of it! He stumbles back into the ropes… PULVER IS ON HIM WITH A HAMMER OF THOR!!!!!!! WAIT! Zenki bends backward Matrix-style to avoid it!!! Pulver rushes past him, turns around – ZANBATOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!!

TIM FLOSS:
What an exchange!

Zenki gets Pulver to his feet… kick to the gut… gutwrench… he gets him into the powerbomb position… a running start… ZENKI BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Zenki has the pin after the high-angle running gutwrench powerbomb!

1…

2…

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAIT!!!! Pulver rolls onto his face before the ref’s hand hits the mat!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
With no energy left, Pulver used his weight to naturally let him fall out of the pin attempt! Impressive!

Zenki clambers up to his feet and takes Pulver with him. He knees him in the gut and goes for a ZENKI BOMB AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE HITS IT BUT STAYS ON HIS FEET!! He has the hold locked in and lifts up Pulver… AGAIN WITH A ZENKI BOMB – AND STILL ON HIS FEET!! Zenki runs one more time – NAILS A THIRD ONE!!!!!!!!! HE HAS THE PIN!!

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2…

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE BELL SOUNDS!!

Zenki falls back against the mat from exhaustion as trainers rush inside. The Demon Brigade zealots on the outside of the ring are hooping and hollering like mad. Security personnel are pushing them back from climbing the guardrails and entering the ring!

TIM FLOSS:
Well, Al, what an impressive finals, wouldn’t you say?

ALBERT MORDECAI:
No doubt about it, Timmy. The Demon Brigade pulls off a stunning victory here in the first ever Chronos Cup!

The two waist-high golden Chronos Cup trophies are brought into the ring. Zombie helps up Zenki, placing the latter’s shoulder around his neck to keep him upright. The two men stare down at the trophies knowing that they’ve won the tournament. Outside of the ring, Irvine and Pulver silently walk up the entranceway. Both men are disappointed and ignoring medical treatment.

Zenki is up and healthy and points to the zealots in the crowd. Both Zombie and he give them a bow as they respond in kind and profess their love for the Demon Brigade! Zenki and Zombie lift up the trophies high into the air as we cut to a commercial.

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TIM FLOSS:
Well everyone, we’ve come to the main event. After a brief intermission, the wrestlers from the back have all stepped out to view the match.

True to Tim’s word, the camera pans around the arena. All the men are still in their wrestling gear, the night’s events moving so fast to give no one the time to change into street clothes. Cutlass and Irvine both stand ringside, the latter still has fingertip imprints on his head from taking Zombie’s head claw move earlier. Speaking of the Demon Brigade, they sit amongst the zealots with the Chronos Cup trophies at their side. Pulver and AJ also stand ringside in the corner opposite the BLR crew ready to cheer on stablemate Ben Chrenshaw when he comes out. Mike Musket and James Edwards sit together sharing a bag of beef jerky. Eli Buchanan sits alone with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Midnight Violence Rock 'N' Roll" by Guitar Wolf blares and Masatake Kawamata saunters from behind the curtain to a wave of cheers with a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. He's wearing plain black tights, knee pads, and boots. "反賊心" is written down his left leg and "BACKSLIDE GENIUS" down the right in white letters. "PUNK ROCK ULTRAVIOLENCE" is sewn into the back of his leather jacket in white letters. Kawamata pumps his fists in the air and high-fives fans along the entryway. Hanako Takeuchi follows from behind. She has a bit of a show-woman's strut in her black leather Doc Martens boots. Hanako wears black leather short shorts, a black mesh shirt with a black bra seen underneath, and a black leather jacket that matches Kawamata's with "反賊夢" sewn on the back in white lettering.

Masatake and Hanako walk around the ring and work up the rowdy punks in Bozemen. Kawamata slides into the ring then takes off his jacket, officer hat, and sunglasses and hands them to Hanako. Masatake takes one last drag of his cigarette before handing it off to ref, who flicks it back at him with a stern look on his face. Kawamata raises his hands and smirks as he apologizes, half-heartly.

TIM FLOSS:
Kawamata is a weirdo in his own right Al, but here in Bozemen he is as out of place as Vulcans greeting Captain Kirk.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
He's more than got his hands full tonight Tim. His opponents is one of the greatest technical wrestlers or both Lion's Road and Max Japan. Tonight, will be his first defense of the MAX-J Heavyweight Title, and as hard as he has fought to get in this position, it's going to take more than and undead rice cooker to take him down.

TIM FLOSS:
Speaking of which…

"Panic" by The Smiths blares through the arena and the fans are on their feet as Chrenshaw makes his way from the back. He wears his black tights and typical wrestling attire, with the addition of a new red MAX-J shirt that reads "MAX" on the front with "It's Just a Wrinkle in Time" in black on the back. He walks down the ramp with a smirk. Fans swoon over the champ as the gold from the belt blinds them. Rolling under the bottom rope Ben springs to his feet and unsnaps the belt from his waist and holds it to the ref before walking to his corner, the ref beginning to hold the belt over his head for the fans.

TIM FLOSS:
These fans here are on their feet Al. I can't believe the overwhelming response to Chrenshaw here tonight in this Main Event. The man may have started this year as a heel, but with that title around his waist and his work with the Mat Crusaders…even Ben Chrenshaw might succumb to transforming into a decent guy.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Good or bad, loved or hated, Chrenshaw has always been a man to fear. After chasing after the King of Lion's for over a year, it ended up being a tour across the pond that put Heavyweight gold on the waist of the Crippler. Kawamata will be put to the test tonight, and not even being undead will save him.

The ref has finished consulting both men and has taken position in the center of the ring. His right arm raises in the air looking to both men with the roar of the arena building. His arm drops and the two men make their way towards on another. Chrenshaw goes for a collar-and-elbow but is greeted with a stiff upper cut to the jaw that drops him to the mat. Kawamata lifts him from the ground by his shirt, spins around and tosses him towards the turnbuckle only to jerk back on the shirt. The whiplash causes Chrenshaw to stumble back and slam onto the mat as his shirt has ripped to shreds, the remnants of it still gripped in Kawamata's right hand. Chrenshaw gets up on all fours, but Kawamata mounts his back and wraps the shirt around Chrenshaws throat, grips it in both hands and arches his back while pulling his hands towards his own face.

TIM FLOSS:
What it God's name are we watching? I thought this was a wrestling match not an introduction to an episode of Cops.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Kawamata is a well-known Deathmatch wrestler Timmy boy. He knows his way around a ring, hardware store, and city morgue. Chrenshaw is going to have to think outside of his new game to survive this Asian zombie here tonight.

1…

2…

3…

Kawamata releases this shirt before the count and runs into the ropes, running back with a front flip that lands him on top of the champion who was still gasping for air as the ref pulled the shirt from around his throat. Kawamata sits on the mat and looks from side to side at the fans to a roar of boos. He smiles as he flicks his thumb across his nose, rising to his feet slowly. Chrenshaw his on his knees with his face in the mat, arms gripping his back as he breathes heavily. Kawamata walks over and grabs a fist full of hair, bending over as he does to yell unintelligible words to Chrenshaw as he lifts him up. Once on his feet Kawamata whips Crensahw across the ring into the ropes. As he does he lets out a roar and a clothesline, but no! Crensahw counters with a basement drop kick causing Kawamata to land face first into the mat with a force that trembles the ref's footing.

TIM FLOSS:
He might have just knocked Kawamata out with dropkick to the leg Albert.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Kawamata's own forward momentum was also used against him their Tim. Going for that clothesline gave him no time to stop himself but with his face.

As both men roll onto their backs, Chrenshaw can be seen still catching his breath and Kawamata's face is a solid crimson below his nose. Both men begin to get to their feet at the same time, Kawamata rubs his hands across his face as he stands up, running the blood over his face and back into the front of his hair. When the two men face each other Chrenshaw gets a look at his opponents and his eyes grow wide. Kawamata stares at him wide eyed and laughing, With blood covered hands he comes charging at Chrenshaw who answers with a drop toe hold, and flows into a heel hook. Kawamata's face now screams in pain for a moment before he drags himself, and Chrenshaw to the ropes slowly, grabbing the bottom rope causing Chrenshaw to break the hold.

TIM FLOSS:
Good ring awareness there for Kawamata.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
He's going to have to change his name to the crimson streak after this match.

Both men are quick to their feet and Kawamata begins the brawl. Kawamata with a right, left, right, left. His punches are fast, wild, he starts swinging with haymakers, each one lands with enough force that the covered up Chrenshaw starts to back up towards the turnbuckle. Kawamata takes a quick step back and goes for a lariat. BUT Chrenshaw SPRINGS FORWARD! He grabs Kawamata and uses his forward energy to sling him back first into the turnbuckle with a tie up.

KNEE…

KNEE…

KNEE…

Chrenshaw looks like a Russian dancer as he rails Kawamata with knee after knee. The fans are screaming.

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

Chrenshaw Irish whips Kawamata towards the other turnbuckle, backing up to get more room and chases after him. But Kawamata runs up the turnbuckles and spins in the air, nailing Chrenshaw with a cross body splash for the pin.

1…

2…

3…NO!

Chrenshaw kicks out just in time, and the Japanese Foreigner takes no time to start nailing hammer fists from the side mount. Chrenshaw covers up as he moves into a tight defensive position. Kawamata rains down blow after blow, sits back on his heels and starts throwing wild blows with both hands as if he were playing Chrenshaw like drums. Chrenshaw moves his feet in-between the two of them and pushes with all his might into Kawamata's chest, sending him flying across the ring. Chrenshaw himself rolls out of the ring and grips the side of his head and ribs against the guard rail as fans slap and cheer him on.

TIM FLOSS:
Chrenshaw seems to be having his hands full with Kawamata tonight.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Chrenshaw has spent a long-time wrestling with some of the best in the world. But Kawamata isn't just a wrestler, he's fucking crazy. I heard he once ate a blow fish whole.

TIM FLOSS:
That impossible, Al…

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Not for the undead Tim…not for the undead.

Kawamata has made his way to his feet as Chrenshaw still leans against the guardrail. Seeing this he smirks and starts to clap his hands a few times as he walks over to the turnbuckle furthest from Chrenshaw. Smack his head against a few times he lets out a Japanese cry, turns around and run towards the other turnbuckle, ascends to the top, and jumps in the air with a frog splash. BUT Chrenshaw MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! Kawamata lands stomach first on the top of the railing with all his wait and folds over it like a taco shell. Chrenshaw moves over and grabs him from behind around the waist and RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEXES KAWAMATA ON THE OUTSIDE! The fans are on their feet as the ref has no choice but to begin the count.

1…

2…

Kawamata begins to cough and convulse back to life. Chrenshaw rolls to one knee...

3…

4…

5…

Kawamata rolls to one side, Chrenshaw reaches up with one hand to grab the apron.

6…

7…

Pulls himself up, stumbling to his feet.

8…

9…

Chrenshaw rolls into the ring and right back out again. Breaking up the count only to walk back over to Kawamata who is now in a kneeling position.

1…

2…

Chrenshaw grabs him by his hair this time, pulling him to his feet, but Kawamata grabs him and slams Chrenshaws face into the railing, busting him open.

3…

4…

5…

Both men stumble back and Chrenshaw falls leaning against the turnbuckle and stairs while Kawamata leans against the railing.

6…

Kawamata runs at Chrenshaw who moves out of the way and smashes Kawamata's face into the steel post.

7…

As his body stumbles back, Chrenshaw throws him underneath the ropes and into the ring with his head underneath the ropes, Chrenshaw following by climbing the apron but backs up towards the turnbuckle and comes running back hitting Kawamata with a Guillotine Leg Drop, sending Kawamata convulsing deeper into the ring, clutching his throat.

TIM FLOSS:
MY GOD! These men are tearing one another apart. Chrenshaw is proving himself a champion material tonight, but so his Kawamata.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Both men wear crimson masks now Tim. Kawamata is a dangerous person who's hard to read. He's been hitting Chrenshaw with moves from every side of wrestling.

Chrenshaw walks along the outside for a moment while the ref checks on Kawamata, before walking to the stairs, walking slowly to the ring apron. He ascends to the top of the turnbuckle slowly.

TIM FLOSS:
What is Chrenshaw doing?

Once on the top he begins to slowly stand, shaking back and forth as he gets his balance.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
You can tell whatever it is Tim…it's not something Chrenshaw does often.

Once he gets his balance Chrenshaw looks over to the announcers table with a smug look on his face, shrugs, and leaps off with an ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE! He goes for the pin.

1…

2…

3...KICK OUT!

Chrenshaw can't believe it, he drags Kawamata to his feet and hits hip with a stiff European Uppercut. Kawamata backs up into the ropes and stumbles forward only to get kicked in the gut and snap suplexed back into the mat. Chrenshaw covers.

1…

2…

3-KICKOUT!

Chrenshaw leaps off Kawamata and back to his feet. He drags MAX-J's only actual zombie back to his feet and hurls him towards the turnbuckle. Kawamata lands chest first and stumbles back and Chrenshaw grabs him around the waist and nails him with a German Suplex. But Chrenshaw doesn't release the hold as he moves both men back to their feet, nailing the Japanese deathmatcher with another suplex, transitioning them both to their feet again.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Chrenshaw is working that upper body and neck of Kawamata tonight.

Chrenshaw moves for another German Suplex, but Kawamata counters by wrapping his leg around that of Chrenshaw's. Ben lets go with one arm and nails Kawamata with a stiff elbow to the side which releases the leg. He goes for another attempt, but again Kawamata counters with a legs wrap. Again Ben lets go but this time nails two stiff elbows which release the leg trap and quickly move in with a Snap German Suplex with a pin.

1…

2…

3-NO! KICKOUT!

TIM FLOSS:
THIS MAN IS TRULY UNDEAD!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
HIDE YOUR KIDS HIDE YOUR WIFE TIM! Kawamata is the undead vengeance of Japan.

A furious Chrenshaw grabs Kawamata and lifts him to his knees, but Kawmata counters with a headbutt to the stomach. Chrenshaw comes back and Kawamata hits him with another headbutt. Chrenshaw hunches over and Kawamata grabs him by the back of the head and pulls himself to his feet and headbutts Chrenshaw again. Again. Again. He is now head butting Chrenshaw over and over in the face. Both men's blood splashing out and decorating the canvas. He tosses Chrenshaw towards the ropes.

TIM FLOSS:
He's hitting Chrenshaw with everything…

Kawamata stumbles back into the opposite ropes and runs towards Chrenshaw, hitting him with a knee to the stomach that causes Chrenshaw to flip in the air only to slam into the mat.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Including the kitchen sink!

Kawamata wastes no time as he quickly walks over and lifts Chrenshaw up off of the mat. He drags him over to the corner and rolls both of his arms over the top rope to expose his chest and hits him with a stiff knife edge chop. Folds his arms over the top rope and backs up and nails Chrenshaw with another. Folds his arms over once more, and starts firing them off in rapid fire.

1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! …

Backs up again running forward.

10!!!

The final chop lifts Chrenshaw's feet up off of the ground, causing him to slump down to a sitting position against the turnbuckle. Kawamata sees this as he turns around and runs full speed at Chrenshaw, driving his knee into the champs face, his body falling over sideways as Kawamata circles the ring. Pumping up the crowd as he makes the "raise the roof" expression with his arms.

TIM FLOSS:
The fans are rallying behind the Shogun of Death here tonight Albert. I don't think anyone expected to fall in love with this man here tonight.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
This man wrestlers land mines for breakfast and dragons for dinner. The Lion Ben Chrenshaw stood no chance here tonight.

The fans are screaming as Kawamata walks over to the limp body of Chrenshaw. He grabs the champ and drag him to the center of the rings by his right arm. He rolls him over and goes for the pin.

1..

2…

KAWAMATA LIFTS HIS HEAD! Holding a fist full of Chrenshaw's hair in his right hand, Kawamata wags his finger from side to side with his left. A loud boo can be heard building in the arena, but Kawamata laughs, blood still dripping from his face onto the chest of Chrenshaw. As he gets to his feet he lifts the champ as well. He shoves Chrenshaw's head under his right arm and lifts his body straight up into the air, quickly repositioning his right arm underneath Chrenshaw's throat and hits him with THE SHOUTEN!

TIM FLOSS:
WAIT! Why is Kawamata's face in the mat!?

ALBERT MORDECAI:
OH MY GOD! Chrenshaw reversed it with a DDT! But that's not all!

Chrenshaw's left arm has also snaked it's way over, and the champion's face can be seen with his teeth grinding against one another as he arches his back.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
He's also locked on a guillotine for insurance. Kawamata has pulled through worse than a DDT and Chrenshaw wants to make sure he doesn't get up.

The ref runs over and checks on both men, seeing Chrenshaw has locked on the hold while Kawamata still lays lifeless. He grabs hold of Kawamata's left arm and lifts it up into the air.

1… It falls to the mat.

The ref signals to the crowd. He lifts it up again…

2… It falls to the mat.

He signals two to the fans as the scream out in unison. He lifts it for the third time…

3!!!!! IT DROPS TO THE MAT!

TIM FLOSS:
He's done it! Chrenshaw retains the title.

ALBERT MORDECAI:
What a match! What a night it's been tonight Timmy.

TIM FLOSS:
No better way to ring in another New Year then with a BLACK Lion's Road Bom-Ba-Ye.

As the referee returns the MAX-J Heavyweight Championship to Ben Chrenshaw… the monitor shows that the New Year is officially counting down. Chrenshaw is in the ring with the MAX-J title in the air as the countdown continues…

BURTON FASK:
Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Pollobucket, MAXIMUM JAPAN Pro-Wrestling, and the Tranklin Media Group we wish you a Happy New Year. Please rise as we play a rendition of “Auld Lang Syne”…

The fans rise… and so does Zenki… and he slides under the ring and confronts him! Zenki points at the belt and then to himself with a thumb.

TIM FLOSS:
What is Zenki up to now…?

ALBERT MORDECAI:
You’ve got to remember, Timmy, Zenki actually defeated Chrenshaw in the semifinals of the Sword of Lite Grand Prix. Now that he’s avenged a loss to Pulver, he’s feeling supremely confident that he deserves a shot!

The two men are arguing in the ring… it’s getting heated. Zenki steps back with a nod… turns around… and coldcocks Chrenshaw with an elbow!

TIM FLOSS:
The Hell…? that’s not “Auld Lang Syne”! That’s the “Piña Colada Song” by Rupert Holmes!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
Someone must have switch the tapes! They're playing the wrong song! I love soft rock!

As the swanky yacht rock anthem plays, Pulver and AJ rush into the ring! Zombie is not far behind! Musket and Edwards toss the beef jerky and rush in! Cutlass and Irvine shrug to each other and join the fray!

TIM FLOSS:
What the Hell is going on?!?!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
It’s an all-out brawl! A donnybrook! Pandemonium! This is a riot, it's like we're at the beach on a yacht listening to the smooth sounds of the 70s and 80s! Do you like piña coladas, Timmy?

TIM FLOSS:
Yeah, well we got a damn massacre going on down on the docks! And I don't like piña coladas... I love 'em!!

Irvine rushes across the ring to spear Edwards into the turnbuckle! But Edwards has a guillotine chokehold on as Irine rams his back into the turnbuckle again and again!




TIM FLOSS:
Those two have a match in a few days! They’re getting started early!

Eli Buchanan runs across the ring and grabs Irvine around the waist. Edwards lets go of the hold as he hits Irvine with a release German suplex! Edwards wipes sweat off his brow – and Eli starts raining haymakers as he and Edwards now get into it!

Meanwhile, Mike Musket and Ben Chrenshaw are trading chops and elbows! Musket wins with a chopfest and then tosses him – RIGHT INTO A ZENKI shotei! Musket laughs as he gives a mountain howl to the crowd and gives Zenki a thumbs up! Zenki mutters and orders Zombie to lay into Chrenshaw.
Zombie walks over to the downed Chrenshaw… CUTLASS WITH A BLAZIN’ KICK drops Zombie!

Cutlass turns around… MUSKET WITH A LARIAT FOLDS CUTLASS like an accordion! He’s out cold!

Musket sits up… VIOLENT GOSPEL FROM JAMES EDWARDS!!!! It sends him rolling out of the ring.

Edwards turns around expecting a blow… no one’s there! But ELI’S ON THE TOP ROPE!!! AVALANCHE-STYLE BOMAYE! Edwards goes spilling to the outside!!!

Eli roars up to his feet… AJ KNIGHT HITS HIM WITH THE KNIGHTFALL DDT!!! He rolls to the outside.

AJ is up on his feet… KAWAMATA HAS RECOVERED AND KICKS HIM IN THE GUT!! SHOUTEN DROPS AJ!!!

Kawamata kips on up to his feet – HE EATS A HAMMER OF THOR FROM PULVER!!!!!!!!!!! Kawamata falls through the ropes to the outside!

Pulver turns around - ZANBATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!!!! He flies over the top rope to the outside!

TIM FLOSS:
THIS IS MASS CHAOS!!

Zenki roars and jumps up to the middle rope – CHRENSHAW runs up the turnbuckle – GERMAN SUPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE… THEY LAUNCH TOWARD THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE – SAILING THROUGH THE AIR!!!

ALBERT MORDECAI:
INCOMING, TIMMY!!

Timmy and Al scamper away as Zenki and Chrenshaw GO THROUGH THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!! Demon Brigade zealots jump the guardrails to help Zenki as security and medical staff try to keep them all apart and attended to the injured masses. The “Piña Colada Song” plays as the feed cuts to black.

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