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10/25/2018 - LR 108 Oct 14, 2018 23:39:36 GMT -5

Post by Office on Oct 14, 2018 23:39:36 GMT -5

A few different establishing shots of the venue here in Thunder Bay welcome us to the program. Clips of the fighters arriving earlier in the day are shown. Matt Pulver and AJ Knight arrive one after the other, but completely ignore each other. Jason Cashe pulls up in a beat up old Pollo Bucket delivery fan, hops out and throws ketchup, salt and vinegar packets to the 'adoring' fans who have gathered around to watch the fighters showing up.

SAM HEWITT

From the Canadian Lakehead - Thunder Bay, Ontario! Hello fight fans, I'm Sam Hewitt alongside Brian Shelzi and Brian, it's great to be back.

BRIAN SHELZI
Oh, it is, Sammy, oh it is. I've been jonesing for the Road like a trucker, so much so that I went back and watched some action from last year and you know what? Last time we were here in Thunder Bay, Matt Pulver and Ben Chrenshaw teamed up to defeat Hammerstein and Justin Seville. Tonight the former team will do the same, but they add AJ Knight to their side and battle an interesting mix. A Dangerous Mix if you will.

SAM HEWITT

Chrenshaw, Pulver and Knight teaming up just one week before the big Triangle Survival showdown in Sault Ste. Marie.

BRIAN SHELZI

And the thing about the Soo is that Ben Chrenshaw has had two of his three bids for the World's Heavyweight title take place in that city and both times of course, he's come up short. He'll need to reverse his fortunes in order to challenge David Troy three weeks from now in Barrie.

SAM HEWITT

And don't forget, that trio needs to coexist tonight or the match will be cancelled and none of them will see a title shot for six months.

BRIAN SHELZI

It's a hell of a punishment, but it should be plenty of incentive to get along in the ring.

SAM HEWITT

Speaking of the ring... before we go to break, let's take a look at the Rules of the Ring.

RULES OF THE RING

★ 15 MINUTE TIME LIMIT FOR NON TITLE BOUTS ★

★ 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT FOR HERITAGE TITLE BOUTS ★

★ 30 MINUTE TIME LIMIT FOR WORLD TITLE BOUTS ★

★ VICTORY BY PINFALL, SUBMISSION, KNOCKOUT OR DISQUALIFICATION ★

★ TITLES CAN CHANGE HANDS BY DISQUALIFICATION ★

★ YELLOW CARDS GIVEN FOR MINOR INFRACTIONS - THREE STRIKES, YOU'RE OUT ★

★ RED CARDS GIVEN FOR MAJOR INFRACTIONS - AUTOMATIC DISQUALIFICATION *

Last Edit: Dec 10, 2018 15:46:27 GMT -5 by Office

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10/25/2018 - LR 108 Oct 15, 2018 0:15:10 GMT -5

Post by Office on Oct 15, 2018 0:15:10 GMT -5

We cut back from commercial with Matt Pulver and AJ Knight arguing with each other inside the ring.

SAM HEWITT

Welcome back to the program! I'm sure the scene in the ring is nothing new to you folks at home, given the two men's history with each other but this particular instance is stemming from the fact that the program director has played Ben Chrenshaw's music twice through now and he's nowhere to be found. We've got people scrambling backstage looking for him, bu--

Hewitt's cut off by "Death Threat" by Death in Vegas, signalling the arrival of the World's Heavyweight Champion. David Troy stands out, despite being flanked by two significantly larger men in Heritage Heavyweight Champion Bam Markham and the Japanese behemoth Mushigihara. Cam Markham walks behind the trio, who each climb up on the apron. Cam makes a point to count the members in the ring, then tells AJ and Pulver that there are only two of them! AJ tells him off in reply! Referee Xavier Price talks over the situation with Mandeville Nelson, who's seated at the timekeeper's table. Price nods and head back to the ring, filling in Brady Rossen - our ring announcer.

BRADY ROSSEN

Ladies and gentlemen, Ben Chrenshaw's unexcused absence forces our hand. Matchmaker Mandeville Nelson has said that AJ Knight and Matt Pulver can forfeit the match free of penalty, or can fight shorthanded in hopes that Chrenshaw shows up.

Pulver and Knight look at each other in silence, a long pause. The two men nod and immediately get on the same page, attacking the Dangerous Mix as Brady Rossen gets the fuck out of there. The bell sounds and the former Mat Crusaders try their best to play the numbers, but the advantage is too much. Price steps in to save them, pulling Troy away and telling him to head to the apron. He steps up to Markham and tells him to go to the apron, then grabs a hold of AJ and orders him out. This leaves Mushigihara and Matt Pulver inside the ring, a size mismatch to say the least. The 6'4" / 294 pounder grabs Pulver and Biel throws him across the ring, Pulver lands hard but pops back up and falls against the ropes. AJ reaches over and slaps Pulver in the chest, tagging himself in before telling Pulver to "watch and learn".

BRIAN SHELZI

Listen to AJ's bravado, Sammy. I don't think this is the team to take lightly, especially when you're down a man.

AJ walks up to Mushigihara and gets right in his face, AJ shoves him but the God-Beast doesn't budge. AJ does it again to similar results, Mushigihara points to the ropes - telling AJ to get some momentum. The former World's Champion does just that, springing off and leaping into the air. The Japanese Juggernaut catches him...

BEAR HUG!

AJ cries out in pain as he has his body compressed by Mushigihara's arms. Pulver dashes into the ring, bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Mushigihara in the back of the knee! AJ falls on top, Pulver grabs him and rolls him out of the ring. A quick replay shows Pulver blind tagging AJ as he hit the ropes.

SAM HEWITT

A tag so quick and sudden we didn't even see it! There's a reason why Matt Pulver is a three time World Tag Team Champion - he knows how to operate in the ring or on the apron.

BRIAN SHELZI

I'll give him his due there. Those three reigns were with three entirely different people, all pretty self-absorbed in their own right. Kenshin Takamura, La Cucaracha and James Edwards. The fact that he was able to succeed in those circumstances is a testament to his zen like patience, which is why it's hilarious that AJ Knight knows how to push each one of those buttons.

Pulver grabs Mushigihara's leg, flattening it out on the mat before leaping up and driving his own knees down onto it. The Japanese Juggernaut yelps as they connect, so Pulver does it a second time! Markham and Troy call for their partner to stay cool, knowing he's weakest on the mat. Pulver attempts to keep the attack on the leg, but Mushigihara kicks him off - sending him flying through the ropes. AJ Knight pulls him out of the ring and climbs in, Mushigihara rolls out and David Troy hops the top rope and the fans in Thunder Bay get loud!

SAM HEWITT

The fans here in Thunder Bay being very, very vocal about wanting to see this showdown! I don't think anyone wants it more than the two men standing across from one another, there is zero love between these two.

Troy and AJ circle around, talking trash all the while. Troy goes for a leg kick, but AJ shoots in with a takedown. Troy defends it somewhat and the two land on their sides, fighting for position. AJ gets up and tries to skip right into mount with a diving forearm shot, but Troy rolls onto his side. AJ attempts to flatten him out, holding his forearm on Troy's face as he drops his elbow into the solar plexus. AJ then goes into mount, but Troy gets his feet tangled in the ropes to force a break. Price calls for it, but AJ keeps on it until the four count. He finally gets off and Markham says something that draws his ire, so AJ asks him if he wants to lose again! Markham informs AJ that he got lucky and "that shit won't happen again!"

SAM HEWITT

I've just been notified that Chrenshaw has texted matchmaker Mandeville Nelson and he's apparently stuck in traffic.

BRIAN SHELZI

Really? I didn't have a problem earlier. You'd think traffic would die down this time of ni--you know what? I bet this whole thing is a plan. You leave your two opponents for next week in the ring with the Dangerous Mix - that's easy pickings in the Triangle Survival. The Mix does all the work and Chrenshaw reaps the rewards.

SAM HEWITT

I wouldn't be surprised. He is one of the most calculated fighters in Lion's Road. That's an incredible way to circumvent the inability to get along.

As AJ's mouthing off, Troy rolls out to the floor and Bam smiles as he becomes the legal man. Pulver reaches in and slaps AJ's back, the Crusader turns and gives Pulver the most unimpressed look he can muster before telling him it's his funeral! Markham cracks his knuckles and smiles. Markham charges forth, Pulver connects with a dropkick! The Heritage Heavyweight Champion is shook, but doesn't fall! Pulver follows up with forearms, backing the champion up into the ropes. He tries an Irish whip, but Markham reverses it and sends Pulver instead. The Master of a Thousand Holds ducks underneath a meaty lariat attempt, rebounds off the ropes...

MARKHAM DROPKICKS PULVER!

Yes, you read that right. It even gets a holy shit chant as Markham is slow to get back up, Troy and Mushigihara each look at each other in surprise. Markham beckons Pulver on as he struggles back to his feet, then hammers some forearms across his back. Markham throws him into the ropes again, but this time throws Pulver up into the air on the return. Pulver doesn't splat on the mat though, he grabs a hold of Markham and locks on a guillotine choke! The Heritage Heavyweight Champion struggles a bit, dropping to a knee but quickly rises back up and stomps across the ring - putting Pulver up on the top rope. Price asks for a clean break, Markham tries to get a cheap shot in but Pulver hoofs him in the mush! Markham wanders away and Pulver leaps off with a front dropkick and then kips up after knocking Markham down!

SAM HEWITT

A whole lot of tenacity shown by Matt Pulver!

BRIAN SHELZI

And I'll give the kid all the credit in the world, he's been here since day one and he's constantly evolving to better himself against his opponents inside the ring. Case in point, Bam Markham. If you'd have asked me to pick before that exchange, I'd take Markham 9/10 but now? I don't know about that. And you know what? I forgot about him working Mushigihara earlier in the bout, too. The kid's good.

Pulver walks over to AJ and tags him in, asking to see what he can do. AJ Knight comes in, grabs an arm wringer on Markham and drives his elbow into it a couple of times. This seems to be less effective than you'd expect, only serving to enrage the Heritage Champion - who body slams AJ to the mat! He tries to follow up with a headbutt, but AJ rolls out of the way and goes right back to work on the arm - this time on the ground. Markham fights back to his feet, then slams his own head into AJ's to break free of the hold. He scoops AJ up...

AND TOSSES HIM RIGHT INTO THE CORNER!

It's no tree of woe - it's a shrub of misfortune. AJ's feet don't hang up for long before he thuds to the mat, Pulver reaches out for a tag in the adjacent corner and begins slapping the corner buckle to try and rally fan support behind the shorthanded duo. Markham pulls AJ up and throws him into the ropes. On the rebound, AJ is lifted off his feet... THE BLACK MARK...? NO!

BEARHUG!

Markham changes his mind mid-move and AJ's face tells the tale. AJ utilizes the Mongolian chop, then actually thumbs Markham's eyes! Markham grunts in pain as he sets AJ down, the Crusader then tries a scoop slam...

BUT MARKHAM LANDS ON TOP!

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NO!

Markham laughs at Price and asks his partners if they want some, Troy tells the big man he's doing fine!

BRIAN SHELZI

And THAT is calculated, too, Sammy. David Troy is letting Bam Markham do his dirty work. AJ Knight is the only one of his possible three contenders that he hasn't beaten in singles competition, so letting Markham systematically destroy him is the perfect plan.

Markham asks Cam something, and his grandfather agrees. So Bam pulls AJ between his legs, then hoists him up for the powerbomb but the fans cheer as AJ comes alive - delivering a fistful of pain to Bam's face then rides him down to the ground. Pulver is begging for a tag, but AJ ignores him as he gets to his feet all fired up! He runs and decks Mushigihara, then tries for Troy who ducks and brings his foot up with a kick! AJ staggers backwards, Markham...

MEAT HOOK!

AJ crumbles to the mat.

Markham covers, keeping an eye on Pulver who crosses his arms on the apron.

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BRIAN SHELZI

Wow! Matt Pulver... I didn't know the kid could be so passive aggressive.

SAM HEWITT

He should've helped his teammate, yes, but he had the opportunity to tag in and AJ ignored it completely and that came back to bite him. He got struck by Troy's kick, then a massive Meat Hook from Bam Markham seals the deal and Markham picks up another huge victory over a former World's Champion.

BRIAN SHELZI

David Troy better be thankful he's focused on the Heritage defense record.

SAM HEWITT

I can't disagree there. And tonight we'll find out who Markham's next challenger is as that title shot is up for grabs in the Iron Road gauntlet challenge.

The Dangerous Mix leave all smiles, while Pulver hops off the apron shaking his head in disgust. AJ is tended to by medical staff and Chrenshaw... is lord knows where.

Last Edit: Oct 25, 2018 22:49:55 GMT -5 by Office

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10/25/2018 - LR 108 Oct 15, 2018 18:49:22 GMT -5

Post by Office on Oct 15, 2018 18:49:22 GMT -5

The slopping splash of water is heard as the cameras reluctantly cut to the backstage area.

"You recording yet? I requested camera time and I better get it gosh dangit!"

You couldn't see Cashe, what you could see was a bathroom stall. The door closed but it was in a public bathroom somewhere in the arena. As the cameraman stepped back and lowered some, you can see Cashe's feet with shorts down around his ankles. In the stall next to him was another set of feet. Cashe wasn't alone in the bathroom but he wasn't aware of that yet.

CASHE:

"So.. I have some shit I want to say and what better time to say shit than when I'm taking a shit ya dig?"

He pauses and grunts as another splash is heard. A faded sound that you would recognize as poop hitting and submerging into the toilet.

CASHE:

"Alexander Irvine? This veteran that decided to outright IGNORE me. My partner for this match tonight had a lot to say about the bible. I know he's truly annoying but some of the things he said made sense and connected but HE placed attention to this match as a whole. I placed attention to the match as a whole, I don't recall even HEARING from Whitaker but maybe I just wasn't giving two damns to notice. My point is Irvine? I want to quote the bible or paraphrase if I can from the Bible as well... To you I say this. Forgive YOU for you know not what you've done."

"Nice.."

There was a pause. A moment of silence that filled the bathroom. The camera turned slightly to the stall next to Cashe as the voice inside finally let it be known he was present.

CASHE:

"Who's there? WHO DARES to disturb my personal doody time? Who I say?"

Another pause.

"It's Mandeville Nelson.."

CASHE:

"Who? Ohhh you're that Match Booker right? Heeeeey!"

NELSON:

"Hey."

CASHE:

"So... You're taking a shit too huh?"

NELSON:

"Yup."

Almost together, two separate plops in the water is heard. A moment shared, a time of bonding between Booker and Roster member. Cashe felt they were closer for being in this moment together yet he still had shit to say about his match and opponents. Hell, he wanted to say things about his partner even.

CASHE:

"So I was kind of doing something here before you.."

NELSON:

"I think we're both doing something aren't we? Please continue. I will do my business in silence."

CASHE:

"Okay.. You sure? I can wait?"

NELSON:

"No. Please, go ahead."

The door to Cashe's stall unlocks as he pulls it open. The camera seeing FAR too much of him sitting on the toilet. No private areas seen but he was sitting on a toilet taking a dump. To many there was a line to cross before it became too much and Cashe pushed that limit at times. At least he had a shirt on and it was a Jacob Hammerstein shirt.

CASHE:

"The WALL will Fall and I heard Eli's threats for a post match situation. How after things go down, all bets are off. I don't NEED your passes motherloving Ginger bitch! I could pluck a fan from ringside and make this match good. You are the focus of our opponents so I am the punch line, the ohhh and ahhh of a magic trick when you have them looking one way and then BOOM I come in from another direction. Irvine didn't pay me no nevermind but he will learn his mistake. Just as you will Eli.. Just as Hammerstein will. Life is about lessons and I'm about to learns ya'll some! Pooping now, pooping before on a Wall because that's the way I view you as a unit. CRAP. Come get you some.. Now I must wipe this soft serve out my bottom buns."

He shoves the door shut as his time with the cameras backstage were over.

Last Edit: Oct 25, 2018 17:52:13 GMT -5 by Office

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10/25/2018 - LR 108 Oct 15, 2018 18:49:26 GMT -5

Post by Office on Oct 15, 2018 18:49:26 GMT -5

Back from break, Jason Cashe climbs up into the ring as "New Orleans is Sinking" begins to play. Eli Buchanan walks out to a massive pop.

SAM HEWITT

Well, you can tell we're back in Canada, Brian. Eli Buchanan gets the biggest pop of the evening so far.

BRIAN SHELZI

You Canadians and your nationalism.

SAM HEWITT

Take it away, Brady.

BRADY ROSSEN

Ladies and gentlemen, this Heritage Tag Team Championship bout is to be fought over a twenty minute time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner! Introducing first! Fighting out of Houston, Texas! He weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds - JASON CASHE!

Cashe chucks Pollo Bucket frisbees around into the crowd, he offers one to Eli who snatches it and throws it aside.

BRADY ROSSEN

His partner! Fighting out of Guelph, Ontario!

A roar!

BRADY ROSSEN

He weighs in at two hundred and thirty five pounds - ELI BUCHANAN!

Eli the Red doesn't pay any mind to the crowd reaction, opting instead to warm up a bit more as "Another Brick in the Wall" hits. Alexander Irvine and Carl Whitaker walk down to the ring, each with a Heritage tag belt around their waist.

BRADY ROSSEN

Their opponents! At a combined weight of four hundred and fifty eight pounds. They are the current, reigning and defending Heritage Tag Team Champions! CARL WHITAKER! ALEXANDER IRVINE! THE WALL!

The duo fist bump before Jason Cashe leaps off the apron and takes both Irvine and Whitaker off their feet. Eli Buchanan walks over toward the ropes, but Cordell Garner tells him to stay back. Buchanan responds that he's just looking! Cashe pummels Whitaker briefly before Irvine grabs him up and slams him against the guardrail, Whitaker recovers back to his feet and rolls into the ring. However, there's no salvation inside as Buchanan goes right to work! He drops to his knees and picks up where Cashe left off, hammering lefts and rights into Whitaker's dome. Back outside, Cashe tries to reach over the rail and grab a steel chair but the time keeper prevents him from taking it. Cashe tries to lay in a headbutt, but Irvine blocks it then drives the Troubled One's head into the top of the security rail. He grabs him and delivers a knee to the chest, dropping him to his knees.

BRIAN SHELZI

Oof! A shot like that can crack a clavicle easy.

Back in the ring, Ol' Stonehands has fought back to his feet and ducks a forearm from Buchanan. He grabs the former Tiger Mask Red and whips him into the ropes, then scoops him up looking for the Spinebuster but catches a 12-6 elbow for his efforts! Whitaker drops Buchanan, who follows up the elbow with a throat thrust! Whitaker falls back against the ropes, Buchanan grabs him and small packages him.

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SAM HEWITT

Just in the nick of time, Alexander Irvine makes his first appearance inside the actual ring to save Carl Whitaker from a textbook small package hold.

Irvine pulls Eli to his knee, driving a couple knees into him then begins alternating with elbows to the back of the head. Cashe grabs the middle rope from the outside and tries to climb up in, but Irvine spots him and does the closest thing to an Irish whip you'll ever see him do - he chucks Eli right into him! Cashe falls back down to the ground as Whitaker rolls out, officially making Irvine the legal fighter. Irvine grabs Buchanan in a rear waist hold, but Eli the Red grasps the hands and tries his damnedest to separate them.

IRVINE WITH A FOREARM TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!

Eli drops to a knee, Irvine clamps on a side chancery and hauls Buchanan over and down to the mat. Irvine hops into full mount with relative ease and utilizes some palm strikes, trying to force Buchanan to make a mistake and open himself up. Irvine successfully fakes him out with a combo and grabs an arm, yanking it straight out but to Eli's credit, he defends the armbar attempt as admirably as someone can in his situation. Irvine's heel connects with Eli's head and the fight ceases, Irvine yanks again...

BUT CASHE DIOGEE BOWLS HIMSELF INTO IRVINE AND BUCHANAN!

BRIAN SHELZI

What the hell was that?! I mean, there's saving your partner and there's almost helping your opponent break your own partner's arm.

SAM HEWITT

I hate to say it, but it's probably as conventional as you're going to get with Cashe.

BRIAN SHELZI

You know, you're right.

SAM HEWITT

What did you just say?

BRIAN SHELZI

Shut up.

Buchanan rolls away holding his arm and Cashe yanks Irvine up by his ears, then begins biting his forehead! Irvine yells out in pain as Garner begins his five count, Cashe releases at four then delivers a bell clap. Irvine wobbles, Cashe then batters him with some inner forearm strikes. He caps off the sequence with a big swing of his right arm, knocking Irvine to the mat. Cashe then grabs Irvine and brings him into position for a piledriver, grabbing his fight shorts...

Buchanan tags himself in!

Cashe doesn't even get to ask him what he's doing before Irvine drives him back into the corner. Buchanan gets in and lets Irvine continue beating on Cashe until Garner tells him that a tag has been made, which of course Irvine missed on account of being stuck between Cashe's legs. Buchanan applies a full nelson on the Unnatural and suplexes him, bridging into a pin.

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WHITAKER WITH THE SAVE!

With three of four possible saves used up, Whitaker makes the most of the ten second grace period - stomping away on his former partner. He grabs Buchanan up and slams him against the top turnbuckle, buying Alexander Irvine enough time to recover from the suplex. As Whitaker exits, Irvine gets to his feet and creams Eli the Red with a flying knee in the corner as he turns around. Whitaker tags himself in as Buchanan stumbles and falls to his knees, Irvine gives him a look of disbelief and asks him what's he doing. Whitaker assures him that he's got this and tells him to go to the apron. Meanwhile, Cashe leans over and tags himself in.

SAM HEWITT

Well, I can tell you for certain that Garner saw that tag... but did the WALL?

BRIAN SHELZI

...no. And this hillbilly's gonna fly!

Whitaker turns back and goes toward Buchanan, but Cashe yells out to him. Whitaker turns around and falls victim to a diving lariat! Cashe rolls through, pops up and charges across the ring - nailing the Mark of JASON on Irvine to send him off the ring apron and to the floor. The crowd eats up Cashe's burst of energy as he stands, motioning for Whitaker to get to his feet! Ol' Stonehands does and tries to throw his right, but Cashe ducks...

UNDER THE INFLUENCE!

The leaping neckbreaker connects! Cashe rolls over to make the cover, but Buchanan's knee brings the thunder! Thunderstruck! Cashe hits the mat and falls out of the ring, Buchanan dashes on top of his old partner!

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Irvine grabs the bottom rope...

The Thunder Bay crowd explodes as Buchanan rolls off of Whitaker and to the outside. Garner raises his arm in victory and Mandeville Nelson tries to hand Eli a belt, but Buchanan snatches both of them away and pushes the post-match photographer out of the way as he heads to the back.

SAM HEWITT

We knew coming into this match that Eli Buchanan wasn't happy about teaming with Cashe, but I think he made the best of a unfavourable situation... before the end at least.

BRIAN SHELZI

He was just trying to knock some sense into him, Sammy. Now he's carrying his belt to the back so that Cashe doesn't have to. That's what a good partner does.

SAM HEWITT

Yeah, okay.

As Cashe is being helped up to his feet, he spots Eli and charges after him. Alexander Irvine is kneeling on the apron, watching as Carl Whitaker starts to get back up. Irvine climbs inside the ring and helps Whitaker up, then asks him what happened. Before Whitaker can answer, Irvine starts berating him and going through all the bad shit that's befell the WALL this fall, finishing off with Whitaker blowing it for him and Seville. Irvine piefaces Whitaker who pops up to his feet, the crowd roars as Whitaker gets right back in Irvine's face and goes to clock him...

CHOP BLOCK ON WHITAKER!

All we see is someone wearing a WALL t-shirt, but as soon he stands up and yanks Whitaker back into the middle of the ring. We see.

BRIAN SHELZI

See, Sammy!? He was stuck in traffic!

SAM HEWITT

Yeah, okay. And he stopped at the merchandise table, too?

Ben Chrenshaw kicks at the leg of Whitaker and turns him over in the single leg crab. Irvine drops down and applies a front chancery, adding insult to injury. Stage hands and dojo students flood the ring, so Irvine decides enough is enough and lets go, telling Chrenshaw to do the same as he exits. Chrenshaw rears back even more though, yelling "AJ!" as Irvine smirks on the floor as we go to break.

Last Edit: Oct 25, 2018 20:02:19 GMT -5 by Office

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10/25/2018 - LR 108 Oct 15, 2018 18:49:30 GMT -5

Post by Office on Oct 15, 2018 18:49:30 GMT -5

DAVID TROY
Of course I want Mandy Boy to stay in Lion’s Road! Not only would it be fucking boring here without him to drive up the wall, but that dope did me a favor not sanctioning that tour in Japan. You know how much Genki-san paid me to go there and beat Danielson in a title defense? TRIPLE what I woulda made here. TRIPLE!

Besides, it’s not like actually being good at your job is a requirement to be a figure in the sports world anymore. Just look at how long that dipshit Bettman’s been in charge of the NHL!

In conclusion, go Devils, and I vote STAY.

MUSHIGIHARA
*makes a thumbs up gesture and nods* Osu.

MATT PULVER
“I don’t agree with all of Mandeville’s decisions throughout the years, but I think he’s a capable leader and his heart’s in the right place. We’ve had a lot of problems here lately, but he’s handled them the best he could’ve. It’s us wrestlers that need to take more responsibility.”

In the early morning hours, the rising sun looked spectacular from the window of an airplane jetting across the Pacific. Rafa lay snoring in his cramped seat, oblivious to the spectacular sight. Beside him fidgeted Marion Payette. His phone was in his hand and he seemed to be recording video of himself.

"We vote that Mandeville Nelson stay," Marion whispered. "Right Rafa?"

He turned the camera phone on Rafa, who was slumped over in his seat with his face obscured.

"Yes... yes we do," a voice imitating Rafa (Marion's) answered Marion's question.

The agent turned the camera back on his own face and smiled, satisfied.

CAM MARKHAM

I done owe Mandy a lot over the years... STAY. What do you think, Bam?

Bam shrugs.

BAM MARKHAM

Long as he's givin' me more asses to kick, I don't give a shit what else he does. He can stay.

ERIC DANE, JR.

He should have just given me the Iron Road trophy and the title shot that comes with it! Do I look like the kind of guy who's used to working for things? I say get rid of the bum!

AJ KNIGHT

You know, when I was in Japan and I heard Nelson would undergo a Vote of Confidence, I wondered what drugs the Board of Directors were on that they felt this was necessary. Nelson's the best promoter in the business. He's great at his job. And so with every fiber of my being I give him my full confidence.

"Should Nelson stay, or should he go? It sounds like a bad cover of a song by The Clash."

Eli Buchanan snickers.

"In all seriousness, I'm pretty sure Mandy Boy is going to get a responding vote of confidence by the majority of the locker room, either because they like kissing his ass or they're happy maintaining the status quo. Not me, Bubba! The status quo is the main reason this company has been in so much chaos almost from day one. Nelson's responsible for groups like The W.A.L.L. and {snickers} The Red Army from causing so much shit for so long."

"Hey Mandy Boy, do you remember what you said back on July 21, 2016 when asked about comments I made about you criticizing Hammerstein's in-ring ability? 'Shut up and enjoy your pension, "Eli".' 'Shut up and enjoy your pension?' Nelson, I was at one of the lowest moments in my life at that point, believing that I would never be allowed to wrestle again, and you had the AUDACITY to go off and say bullshit like that. I know you've never liked me, Nelson. You hold a grudge against me ever since I threw that fireball at your buddy, Super Pollo, and NO MATTER how hard I've tried to prove to you that I've been trying to change my ways you haven't let that go.

"So you ask me whether you should Nelson should stay or go, Nelson. I say we give ya the boot and on your way out the door I'll make sure to give ya a going away message, 'Shut up and enjoy your pension, Mandy!'"

"Thumbs up? Thumbs down!"

"Who?" Cashe asks the reporter, clearly employed by Lions Road. He was wearing an official T-Shirt and everything.

"Mandeville Nelson. The matchmaker and President of Lion's Road?"

"Ahhh and I've met him?" Cashe was still unsure. He's had a lot of heat and words traded as of late. He can't remember everyone he meets. The reporter sighed as his head dropped in disappointment. Jason Cashe shrugs and gives his 2 cents which is valued at 2 cents.

"I think he's done as good or bad of a job as Pollo Bucket determines he has done. Who am I to make comments on that man? I will say this though.. I beat Rafa Whatley and if he was booking matches then why has that punk chump football flunky had title opportunities before me? Not that I'm waving my arms around wanting quick shots that aren't earned but before Rafa is just common sense. I'd have beaten Ben too if not for this booker man changing the match and making it about Ginger Buchanan and that bounty..."

Putting thought behind it now that he has discussed it more. He does have an opinion.

"You know what? I vote fuck his mother! I vote veto on his life if its on the table for discussion. Nobody put Ginger Buchanan down so that match was trash. Over the top rope.. Genius idea for a handicap kid who cant talk, see or hear. An idea better left never having been made and if it falls on him then so be it."

"Damn. Tell me how you really feel Jason.."

"You're right. I don't care. I just want fights. Line em up.. That's my vote."

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10/25/2018 - LR 108 Oct 15, 2018 19:37:02 GMT -5

Post by Office on Oct 15, 2018 19:37:02 GMT -5

THROWBACK THURSDAY

AUGUST 27th, 2017

Alexander Irvine vs. Graham Gosch

Iron Road

Gosch jumps down into Irvine's guard and presses his forearm up against the Heritage Champion's face, pressing it against the mat as he holds down Irvine's right arm with his other arm, then advances into side control whereupon he places his left knee on Irvine's wrist, freeing up his hand - and moving his other hand off of the Heritage Champion's face. He quickly drops a downward elbow onto Irvine's bicep, Irvine recoils but can't get free due to his arm being held down. Gosch drives a second one in, Irvine brings a knee up and catches him in the ribs! Gosch straightens out in pain but tries to fight through, Irvine does it a second time and Gosch has to abandon his tactic. Irvine tries to get up, but Gosch jumps on him in sprawl position. He clamps down on the front chancery, then gator rolls! He winds up in side control where he grabs Irvine's arm, slinks his own arm under... FIGURE FOUR ARM LOCK!

IRVINE LOCKS HIS LEGS AROUND THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Gosch lets go and stays on his knees for a moment, then climbs to his feet. Irvine takes his time, but Gosch doesn't seem to mind... because as soon as he's up, he grabs an arm and wrenches it around - cranking on the wrist in particular. Irvine fires several forearms into Gosch's face with varying success, but he still can't break Gosch's grip. Gosch tries to wrench it again, but Irvine leaps up... FLYING KNEE!

SAM HEWITT
He missed!

Gosch dodges it, but is forced to let go of Irvine's arm. Irvine goes behind... choke sleeper!

CHAD GOMEZ
Say goodnight!

Irvine yanks Gosch to his feet, Graham tries to step behind but Irvine transitions into a guillotine choke... and spikes him with a DDT! He maintains the choke, Garner slides in to check... and calls the fight! Gosch is shoved away from Irvine and in his dazed state, struggles to his feet and protests the stoppage. Irvine rolls out to the floor and raises his arms in victory as Garner attempts to explain his reasoning.

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10/25/2018 - LR 108 Oct 15, 2018 19:56:28 GMT -5

Post by Office on Oct 15, 2018 19:56:28 GMT -5

BRADY ROSSEN

Ladies and gentlemen, this final bout of the evening is a Gauntlet Challenge! Each stage is to be fought over a five minute time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide who advances. In the event of a draw, the freshest fighter will advance. Introducing first fighting out of San Antonio, Texas! He weighs in at two hundred and one single pound! Introducing the Lucha Revolutionary! MASCARA DE MUERTE THE FOURTH!

Killswitch Engage's "Holy Diver" cover hits and Muerte bobs out from the back wearing a ratty leather jacket covered in pins, spikes and chains. The Thunder Bay crowd gives him a warm welcome as he leaps onto the apron, then springboards off the top rope into the ring with a flip. They are wowed!

SAM HEWITT

Here's one of our newcomers - Mascara de Muerte. The fourth incarnation of the impressive luchador legacy that dates all the way back to 1939. This is IV's fourth year under the mask and I'm very excited to see what he can bring to the table here in Lion's Road.

BRIAN SHELZI

What is this...?

As Mascara de Muerte IV paces back and forth inside the ring awaiting his opponent, he's interrupted by a voice telling everyone to wait a minute. The confused audience turns to see Jeremy Squire coming through the entry doors, clad in his denim jacket and green/purple wrestling tights. He tells us that he's feeling a bit forgotten, a bit left out. As Lion's Road's IRON MAN, he deserves to be in the Iron Road. He cites the fact that he's been here since LR opened its doors in April 2016 and has never once been injured. On commentary, Brian Shelzi quips that Squire's never won a match either. Squire says that qualifies him for this year's Iron Road and he's entering himself whether the higher ups like it or not.

SAM HEWITT

I guess we've got ourselves a fifth entrant!

Squire climbs up into the ring and Mascara de Muerte backs up, allowing the Rhode Island native to enter the ring. Referee Buster Powell checks Squire over and gives him the OK to proceed, Squire takes his corner and Powell calls for the bell. The two men circle for a few moments before Squire lunges forward, but Muerte's quickness is shown as he ducks underneath and runs to the ropes - leaping onto the middle rope and springboarding backwards. Muerte misses his target as Squire drops to the mat and rolls out to the floor, telling the fans that he's too intelligent for that flippy shit. Muerte gets back to his feet, runs to the opposite ropes to pick up speed and looks to take some air... but Squire turns around, Muerte baseball slides under the bottom rope and drags Squire to the ground with a headscissors takeover to the delight of the crowd. Muerte slaps hands with a few fans before picking up Squire and throwing him back inside. The former Beer Pong Champion staggers to his feet, Muerte dashes past him, rebounds off the ropes...

SPINNING HEADSCISSORS...

INTO A FUJIWARA ARMBAR!

LA MUERTE! LA MUERTE! SQUIRE TAPS!

BRADY ROSSEN

Jeremy Squire has been eliminated!

Muerte gets up as Eminem's "Greatest in the World" begins to play.

BRADY ROSSEN

Introducing next... fighting out of Long Beach, California. He weighs in at one hundred and eighty three pounds! The Millennial Star! Eric Dane, Jr!

The Thunder Bay crowd don't have to wait long to judge him as EDJ walks out with wraparound sunglasses, a cape and a walking stick.

BRIAN SHELZI

Talk about making a first impression. The guy just stepped through the curtains and this place is letting him have it!

Dane smirks as Mascara de Muerte grows impatient, heading to the ropes to invite Dane inside. Dane gets to ringside and is about to climb in, but tells Muerte and Powell that he needs to remove his walkout items. One by one, Dane slowly removes each item and hands it to a stage hand before engaging in some prematch squats. Powell snarls at him to get in so he can look him over, but Dane says to do it outside the ring because he doesn't trust Muerte!

SAM HEWITT

I think Buster Powell's face says it all, Brian.

BRIAN SHELZI

I like the balls on this pipsqueak. 5'8" / 183lbs and he's demanding a hulking brute of a referee to get out there and check him over.

Powell begrudgingly obliges, knowing this should quicken things up. Dane chuckles at Muerte, who decides it's time for flight. He runs back to the ropes, but Jeremy Squire is there to trip him up! Dane decides it's time to strike and leaves Powelll checking air as he dives into the ring. Muerte tries to turn and grab Squire, but Dane attacks with...

well, himself.

Muerte collides with the ropes, caught between them and Dane's flying attack. The crowd boos as Dane begins grabbing at the mask, trying to rip it - Powell barks that he'll get disqualified if he takes it off. Dane tries to mouth off right back, but Muerte elbows him! Dane staggers backwards, holding his face as Muerte returns to a vertical base. Dane sprints at him full speed again, but Muerte drops down to the mat - tripping Dane and bringing him down across the middle rope. Muerte grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over to the apron whereupon he backs up to the corner post then darts across the apron - nailing Dane in the face with a dropkick! The second generation Dane is sent rolling off the ropes back into the centre of the ring. Muerte climbs back up onto the apron, then ascends the turnbuckle.

SAM HEWITT

Aerialist fighters are rare in Lion's Road. Not since the likes of El Temerario has there been a high-flying luchador, but Mascara de Muerte the Fourth is perched on the top rope and ready to take flight.

Dane gets up and sees Muerte, so he hits the mat. Dane looks up at the crowd and proclaims his intelligence once more, but is clearly too green or too self absorbed to realize that Muerte didn't fall for it. In fact, he's changed his game plan! He bounces off the top rope, turns around and drops - split legged across the top and moonsaults over onto Dane!

BRIAN SHELZI

Someone call Carlos Santana - that was smooth!

Muerte rolls Dane onto his back and covers...

1...

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2...

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FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Muerte hears Powell's call and looks to see himself, he shakes his head and drags Dane back up to his feet. He props him up in the corner and backs up to get a running start, but finds nothing but turnbuckles as he tries for his flying back elbow. Dane starts alternating between knife edge, overhand, whatever-you-can-think-of hand chops as he's got Muerte in the corner. He ends the erratic sequence with a headbutt, driving Muerte down to a seated position. Dane grabs his legs and pulls him away from the corner, turns him sideways some and exits to the apron. He starts climbing onto the turnbuckles, someone yells that he isn't as good as his dad and EDJ replies...

"YOU'RE RIGHT! I'M BETTER!"

This earns him a shot from Muerte, who then climbs up onto the ropes with him. Dane tries for a second headbutt to knock the climbing Muerte down, but the masked fighter ducks and drives his shoulder into Dane's midsection. Dane loses his balance and crotches himself on the top, Mascara adjusts Dane's legs - bringing them to the outside and then leaps up...

HURRICANRANA!

NO!

DANE HANGS ON!

MUERTE FALLS! EDJ DROPS DOWN!

JACKKNIFE PIN!

1...

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2-HE PUTS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES!

...

Dane quickly drops his feet off the ropes and rolls outside, celebrating like he just won the Superbowl!

BRADY ROSSEN

Mascara de Muerte has been eliminated!

Muerte holds the back of his head in pain as "Bruiserweight" begins.

BRADY ROSSEN

Introducing next... fighting out of Buffalo, Iowa! He weighs in at two hundred and twenty five pounds... GRAHAM GOSCH!

Graham Gosch gets a warm welcome back, plus some cheers for his wife Nora in tow. The duo pass Muerte in the aisle, Gosch throwing him a look of disgust.

SAM HEWITT

Dane steals one away from Muerte, sending him home with two points. Here's Graham Gosch making his first appearance back in Lion's Road since late last year after short, but unspectacular run.

BRIAN SHELZI

He came in with a lot of hype. He's a tremendous catch style wrestler and scored a win over Ben Chrenshaw, fought hard against Alexander Irvine as you saw in our throwback segment. I honestly thought he'd be the one to dethrone Alan Envy when he challenged for the Heritage strap last fall, but I don't know if it was championship jitters or what but he came up short and was gone shortly thereafter.

Graham Gosch enters the ring and Dane beelines for him, trying to hurl himself into his newest opponent. However, Gosch catches him and throws him down to the mat before hopping into mount. From there, Dane covers up as Gosch tries to batter his face in with elbows. The Iowa native abandons the strikes and goes for an armbar, Dane kicks his legs wildly in search of the ropes...

AND GETS IT!

Powell calls for the break and Gosch grants it without issue. Dane gets up and complains about some hair pulling, Gosch gets right in his face and the size mismatch is very apparent here. Dane does a quick go behind and tries to yank Gosch to the ground with a waist hold, but Gosch grabs the arm and muscles his way into a hammerlock. He forces Dane to the mat and begins kneeing the afflicted arm.

BRIAN SHELZI

Graham Gosch is all catch style, plus he's got the size - forty pounds on Dane, six inches taller. You put that kinda body on these kind of holds and you're in trouble.

Dane again manages to get to the ropes and a second clean break occurs, Dane exits the ring to regroup and Gosch crouches down and smiles. His wife, Nora at ringside slaps her hands on the apron to cheer on her husband. Dane takes a water bottle off the timekeeper's table and splashes it on Nora. The crowd oohs as Dane cockily struts away, Nora shoots her husband a look and he leaves the ring, Dane slides back in and tries to catch the catch fighter coming in but gets taken to the mat with ease. Dane does his best to scramble to the ropes and manages to escape again!

SAM HEWITT

Give Dane the credit, for maybe not knowing how to deal with a wrestler like Gosch - he's got out of every bad situation so far.

BRIAN SHELZI

So far.

Gosch breaks without issue once more, Dane gets up and sticks his upper body between the ropes as Gosch approaches. When Powell backs Gosch up, Dane blows a kiss to Nora and Gosch comes back after him. Dane tries to escape to the apron, but Gosch grabs a hold of him. Unfortunately, the whole being between the ropes thing makes it hard for Gosch to easily drag him back inside so Dane headbutts him! Gosch stumbles back into the centre of the ring and Dane launches himself onto the top rope and flies off...

GOSCH DODGES HIM!

FULL NELSON!

SUPLEX INTO THE CORNER!

Dane folds up like an accordion, Gosch drags him away from the ropes and covers!

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BRADY ROSSEN

Eric Dane, Jr. has been eliminated!

Gosch dusts his hands off as his wife applauds his win. "Send it Up" by Kanye West hits and even the land of the CFL doesn't spare Rafa Whatley any grief, booing him as he comes out wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket. He passes Dane in the aisle, holding an ice bag to his neck and being helped by stage hands.

BRADY ROSSEN

Introducing the final participant! Fighting out of Miami, Florida! He weighs in at two hundred and forty three pounds! RAFA WHATLEY!

The former footballer ditches his walkout attire and climbs inside.

SAM HEWITT

This should be a good one. Two very talented athletes, different backgrounds but only a year max under their belts. Gosch started last year while Whatley started earlier this year, so a slight edge in experience to Gosch and I'd give the nod to Gosch on the mat too for sure... if he can get Whatley down there.

Gosch and Whatley circle each other, sizing one another up. They lock-up and Gosch immediately attacks the arm, dragging it behind Whatley's back for a hammerlock. The Wildcard backs up, pushing Gosch close to the ropes... then delivers a back elbow smash! Gosch drops to his knees, but tries to fight thru the effects - Whatley clocks him with a forearm and then scoops him up for a body slam! Gosch slips out the backdoor, grabs a rear waist hold and tries to run him into the corner but Whatley hangs onto the ropes. Gosch breaks clean, Whatley tries to turn around and strike Gosch with a forearm shot but it gets blocked! Gosch smashes him with one of his own and clamps on a butterfly lock, a double underhook. He gets his hands locked and tries to force Whatley down to the mat, but isn't having much success.

BRIAN SHELZI

As I mentioned earlier, I like Gosch's moxy but I don't think driving Whatley down to the mat like that is the way to go. He's a footballer, attack the legs.

As if on cue, Gosch abandons the butterfly lock and shoots in for a takedown. Whatley defends it well enough to get him against the ropes, Gosch is forced to break again. The two come back into the middle of the ring and lock-up, Gosch steps in and uses the hammerlock for leverage once more. Behind Whatley, he drives a knee into his thigh. Whatley is thus unable to defend as Gosch clamps on a side headlock, then turns and scoops up the leg and pulls it out from underneath the Florida resident to take him down to the mat. Whatley tries to defend himself but pushing Gosch off with his other foot, but the catch fighter does an excellent job of controlling the situation.

BRIAN SHELZI

Just what the doctor ordered.

With both legs isolated, Gosch drops his knee into Whatley's thigh once again. He tries to do it again, but Whatley frees up his other leg and puts it right into Gosch's chest and sends him flying backwards. Rafa tries to recover quickly, but Gosch is right back on the attack...

SPEAR!

Whatley throws all his weight into a tackle, taking the wind out of Gosch!

He covers!

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FOOT ON THE ROPE!

SAM HEWITT

Oh, so very close! A hell of a tackle from Rafa Whatley, you could hear the air being sucked out of Gosch's lungs as Whatley drove right through him!

Whatley argues about Powell's counting, then grabs Gosch and brings him back up to a vertical base. Whatley throws him into the ropes, then hoists him onto his shoulders on the return. He spins around, looking for the Death Valley Driver but Gosch slips out and clamps on a rear waist hold again.

GERMAN SUPLEX!

Whatley hits the mat, Gosch can't follow up right away due to the spear from earlier taking its toll. Whatley rolls out to the floor and Powell quickly checks him before he starts the ten count on both men.

1... 2... 3...

4... 5... 6...

Gosch starts getting up to his knees, Whatley grabs the ring skirt.

7... 8...

Whatley drags his body inside the ring, Gosch stands up but crouches back down to recover a bit more. Whatley staggers to his feet, Gosch grabs him in a side headlock and looks to be going for a judo throw... but Whatley holds onto the top rope. Gosch lets go, Whatley's forearm careens into the Iowa native's face! Gosch drops to his knees, but pops back up...

WHATLEY SCOOPS HIM UP INTO A MILITARY PRESS!

BRIAN SHELZI

Look out!

SAM HEWITT

His knee buckled! Rafa Whatley trying to show his impressive strength, but the leg work pays off!

Graham is dropped awkwardly, but recovers and clamps a front chancery onto Whatley, who's on all fours. Gosch tries to haul Whatley away from the ropes...

BUT RAFA SCOOPS HIM UP...

AND DRILLS HIM INTO THE MAT - DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

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Whatley rolls out, grimacing in pain and piefaces a stage hand trying to check on him. Marion Payett comes rushing down to check on his client, while Nora checks on her husband, Graham inside the ring.

SAM HEWITT

Rafa Whatley using that brute strength to power through an apparent knee injury, planting Graham Gosch into the mat and securing a title shot at Bam Markham in two weeks time. If he's able to fight.

BRIAN SHELZI

I don't know, that's tough to call. If he can't, I know there's a fighter in that ring who impressed tonight also.

SAM HEWITT

No doubt about it, this Gauntlet Challenge brought out the best in all of the fighters that competed.

BRIAN SHELZI

Well, not all. You're forgetting Squire was in it.

SAM HEWITT

Well, fans. Tonight's been quite the night and I reiterate again - I'm pleased to be back calling the action with Lion's Road! For Brian Shelzi, I'm Sam Hewitt! We'll see you next week!

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