Post by Julian Cutlass on Dec 22, 2018 22:21:39 GMT -5
Chaos reigns at the mall each time this year.
But especially this year.
With rumors abound regarding Lion’s Road Pro-Wrestling’s impending closure, the trendy clothing stores which sold pro-wrestling merchandise are flooded with customers trying to buy the last garments from the revered and historic Great Lakes based promotion.
At a mall on Michigan Avenue in downtown Chicago, Julian Cutlass and Alexander Irvine observe the hellscape. Perched at a table in the food court, they watch as shoppers with bags of t-shirts and assorted gear compare the results of their purchases.
Julian Cutlass, the most revered champion in Lion’s Road history, has his nose buried in a hibachi bowl, sizzling meat on a bed of rice. A plain black hooded sweatshirt shrouds him. He smiles and points his fork forward.
“There’s your tag team partner.”
Irvine turns his head. A young man shows his friends a Ben Chrenshaw poster, the image of the Crippler immortalized with the World’s Heavyweight Championship around his waist.
“Has the poster got you nervous?” Irvine smirks.
The Blazin’ King laughs and spears a piece of grilled steak in his black plastic bowl. “You never know when you step in the ring. Any match might be your last.” He takes a major league bite. “Honestly, I’ll be excited to step back in there with Chrenshaw. Against you both.”
“Have you trained any with Edwards?”
He shakes his head. “Not really. Jim and I might just wing this one. Improv, fly by the seat of our pants. Let it happen organically, see what bubbles up.”
Irvine nods. “Could be the last time we do this.”
“Maybe.” Kids wear Lion’s Road t-shirts. A young boy plays with his David Troy action figure. A father and son pair wear matching CAM and BAM t-shirts, respectively. “But honestly? If you ask me, nothing has changed.”
He shovels some rice into his mouth and gazes out amongst the shoppers.
“Ten years ago, when Lion’s Road shut its doors, you saw scenes like this one throughout Ontario. Sorrowful fans, collectors looking to buy merchandise that will increase with value over the years. Everyone wondering what will happen. But shit, Irv.
“We just keep fighting.”
He watches as a young girl pulls out an AJ Knight bobblehead and sets it on a table. “Years ago, those were my toys they were buying. Now? It’s the next generation. The Chrenshaws, AJs, the Troys… now it’s their turn. Their turn to wonder what comes next for them. And you know what they’ll do?
“They’ll keep fighting, too.”
He picks up a kabob skewer and chomps through the meat.
“You and I were gods in the old days. Ten years later, nothing has changed. You became the most decorated champion among this new generation. I embarked on the greatest championship reign this world has ever seen. Shit, man. We’re still gods.”
He grins.
“And I guess that’s what this match is about, isn’t it? You and me, Chrenshaw and Edwards. The allegiances in this match are what they are, but his match is really all about four of the greatest men to ever step into a Lion’s Road ring putting it all on the line. You and I, the two greats of the Original Generation. And each of our teammates, Chrenshaw and Edwards, the two grand slam champions who conquered the New Generation.
“This match may not decide our future. But it will decide which pair of legends will leave Lion’s Road out on top.”
He laughs and then pauses, staring oddly into the future. There amongst the shoppers, a young lanky man walks alone through the crowd wearing a B.L.R. hooded sweatshirt. He slices through the crowds as though on a silent mission. And fades.
“I’m ending Lion’s Road the same way I entered, man. Blazin’ Kick after Blazin’ Kick after Blazin’ Kick…”
He finishes up the bowl.
“C’mon, man. We got a plane to catch.”
Never the end.
Seriously. To be continued.
But especially this year.
With rumors abound regarding Lion’s Road Pro-Wrestling’s impending closure, the trendy clothing stores which sold pro-wrestling merchandise are flooded with customers trying to buy the last garments from the revered and historic Great Lakes based promotion.
At a mall on Michigan Avenue in downtown Chicago, Julian Cutlass and Alexander Irvine observe the hellscape. Perched at a table in the food court, they watch as shoppers with bags of t-shirts and assorted gear compare the results of their purchases.
Julian Cutlass, the most revered champion in Lion’s Road history, has his nose buried in a hibachi bowl, sizzling meat on a bed of rice. A plain black hooded sweatshirt shrouds him. He smiles and points his fork forward.
“There’s your tag team partner.”
Irvine turns his head. A young man shows his friends a Ben Chrenshaw poster, the image of the Crippler immortalized with the World’s Heavyweight Championship around his waist.
“Has the poster got you nervous?” Irvine smirks.
The Blazin’ King laughs and spears a piece of grilled steak in his black plastic bowl. “You never know when you step in the ring. Any match might be your last.” He takes a major league bite. “Honestly, I’ll be excited to step back in there with Chrenshaw. Against you both.”
“Have you trained any with Edwards?”
He shakes his head. “Not really. Jim and I might just wing this one. Improv, fly by the seat of our pants. Let it happen organically, see what bubbles up.”
Irvine nods. “Could be the last time we do this.”
“Maybe.” Kids wear Lion’s Road t-shirts. A young boy plays with his David Troy action figure. A father and son pair wear matching CAM and BAM t-shirts, respectively. “But honestly? If you ask me, nothing has changed.”
He shovels some rice into his mouth and gazes out amongst the shoppers.
“Ten years ago, when Lion’s Road shut its doors, you saw scenes like this one throughout Ontario. Sorrowful fans, collectors looking to buy merchandise that will increase with value over the years. Everyone wondering what will happen. But shit, Irv.
“We just keep fighting.”
He watches as a young girl pulls out an AJ Knight bobblehead and sets it on a table. “Years ago, those were my toys they were buying. Now? It’s the next generation. The Chrenshaws, AJs, the Troys… now it’s their turn. Their turn to wonder what comes next for them. And you know what they’ll do?
“They’ll keep fighting, too.”
He picks up a kabob skewer and chomps through the meat.
“You and I were gods in the old days. Ten years later, nothing has changed. You became the most decorated champion among this new generation. I embarked on the greatest championship reign this world has ever seen. Shit, man. We’re still gods.”
He grins.
“And I guess that’s what this match is about, isn’t it? You and me, Chrenshaw and Edwards. The allegiances in this match are what they are, but his match is really all about four of the greatest men to ever step into a Lion’s Road ring putting it all on the line. You and I, the two greats of the Original Generation. And each of our teammates, Chrenshaw and Edwards, the two grand slam champions who conquered the New Generation.
“This match may not decide our future. But it will decide which pair of legends will leave Lion’s Road out on top.”
He laughs and then pauses, staring oddly into the future. There amongst the shoppers, a young lanky man walks alone through the crowd wearing a B.L.R. hooded sweatshirt. He slices through the crowds as though on a silent mission. And fades.
“I’m ending Lion’s Road the same way I entered, man. Blazin’ Kick after Blazin’ Kick after Blazin’ Kick…”
He finishes up the bowl.
“C’mon, man. We got a plane to catch.”
Never the end.
Seriously. To be continued.