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Post by Office on Nov 16, 2016 1:02:19 GMT -5
MANDEVILLE NELSON:
Greetings from the Lion's Road! I am the esteemed Mandeville Nelson! Alongside my broadcast partners, Bastian Krull and Chad Gomez! Tonight, Corey Cruelty looks to become the longest reigning holder of any champion in Lion's Road as he is on day 112 which ties Robb Daniels' reign as King of the Lions Champion. Of course, Grace Kazoulis, his Heritage title challenger can be the spoiler of all this.
BASTIAN KRULL:
Corey Cruelty isn't a stranger to facing women in the squared circle. He earned his shot at the Heritage title back in July by defeating Giovanna Mancini, then bested La Cucaracha - as you mentioned, 112 days ago to become the champion. Since then he's defeated Jack Rose, Johnny Weyland and Mark Storm. There's a common theme among those names.
CHAD GOMEZ:
Unemployment! Each of those guys lost their title challenge and took their ball and went home. Corey Cruelty is a rookie, but the kid has been a great champion so far. You can make all the fuss you want about his Oblivion Piledriver being a one hit wonder, but it gets the desired results. BASTIAN KRULL:
For sure. Grace Kazoulis is no slouch herself and has remained unbeaten since arriving here at the beginning of our Lake Michigan tour. She picked up four wins on the previous tour, three of which were by submission. The fourth match she teamed with her opponent tonight and the duo won without any issues between them. Well, not until the post match... Kazoulis went for a high five and Cruelty left her hanging. CHAD GOMEZ:
Yup! Cruelty's only loss in Lion's Road came at the hands of Jack Rose in a trios tag, so he's since taken to crying foul whenever he gets booked into a tag match. Despite the fact that he and Grace won that match, the champion couldn't get out of there fast enough. She felt slighted, understandably so and wants to make the kid pay for that. It's no blood feud, but it'll be a heck of a bout.
MANDEVILLE NELSON:
Well said! Fans, I understand we're going to take a commercial break but I'm being told we have something backstage...
The camera's cut to the backstage area where we see Eli Buchanan supervising his latest client, the behemoth of a man known as Kraken. As the French-Canadian monster paces back and forth, swinging it's arms to and fro in preparation for it's upcoming contest with Archie Davis. They do no remain alone for long, however. As nearly the entirety of the camera's frame is taken up by the adjoining structure of Leviathan. The Horror of Innsmouth is of course, preceded shortly by the oily ratlike visage of Jackson Kaiser. Eli Buchanan doesn't seem too pleased to have their prematch ritual interrupted by the relatively unknown duo that rivals his own Monster/Manager dichotomy. But before he can vocalize any protests for the interruptions the Kaiser Corporation representative extends his hand as he entreats his fellow entrepreneur. "Mister Buchanan! The pleasure is all mine I assure you. Please, allow me to introduce myself. Jackson Maxwell Kaiser at your service. I'll cut right to the chase my boy, for I am sure-"
"Kaiser, as in Kaiser Rolls?"
He chuckles softly before his face turns serious. "I'll give you credit, you've got a lot of balls to interrupt my monster here, when he's about to go into battle. So, I'll give you exactly thirty seconds, then I'll libérer le Kraken. Comprendre?"The man known as Kaiser shifts his eyes wildly from side to side as he swallows a pocket of air down his throat in a very exaggerated, froglike manner. His fingers click together nervously as he straightens his posture and clears his throat in order to present himself as more gentlemanly to the more established mind behind Buck U Productions. "Yes, indeed. My apologies for not approaching at a more opportune time. After all, the Leviathan is a very busy client of mine. He wrestles many dates along the coast throughout the week gaining important ring generalship and experience. Something you know all too much about, Mister Buchanan. But I digress.-""You 'digress' way too much, Monsieur Kaiser. See my Kraken, he's not much for words. He prefers let his actions speak for him. So maybe I should him speak with you. Kraken, mon ami. Venez dire "bonjour" à Monsieur Kaiser."The towering monstrosities representing Buck U & Kaiser Corp begin to muscle their way into facing one another belly to belly, Kraken's enraged gaze meeting the lazy and listless stare of Leviathan. There is much heavy breathing and grunting, as the nervous condition in Mister Kaiser begins to proliferate until he licks his lips generously and slicks back his hair with a shaking palm. Jackson nods one final time before finishing his address.
"Indeed! Hold it, hoooold it Leviathan! We must not upset our peers now! Haha..heh...ho. Mistah Buchanan! If you would be so inclined, I saw the destruction left in your wake as your allowed the Kraken to team with one Sarah Star in tag team action last week. I think it would behoove our own interests, as well as become beneficial to our clients, if we were to...consolidate our resources. Kraken's Unstoppable Force...Leviathan's Immovable Object. Together, we can form an entity known as The Dark Tide. A torrential force so destructive, that even the likes of Black Lion's Road would be unable to stop us from becoming Pride Champions. I entreat you, Mister Buchanan. I believe you'll find the services of my client to be most beneficial to your cause..."
Eli looks into Leviathian's cold hard gaze, before starting to chuckle. "There's something very wrong with your monster there. I recognize a fellow psychopath when I see one. Maybe I've been wrong all this time. Maybe Lion's Road doesn't need to cleansed with fire. Maybe, just maybe, it will be swept away by a dark tide."
Eli slaps his monster across the chest. "Viens, Kraken, nous avons un vieil homme à écraser."
He turns to Jackson Kaiser before leaving. "Your offer intrigues me. Why don't we meet following this match and discuss this 'merger' further."
With that he and Kraken leave.
KRAKEN IN ACTION FOLLOWING THE BREAK!
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Post by Office on Nov 17, 2016 2:09:10 GMT -5
Colour me ever so surprised that a dude who asked about the turnaround on the acceptance process doesn't turn up for an event in which he's booked. That's the fellow who's standing in the ring at this particular moment in time. Does he have a name? I imagine so, but who cares? Akitsa's "Chimeres" begins as a voice bellows, "LIBERER LE KRAKEN" and a spotlight shines down on the lion's head which opens up and reveals Eli Buchanan, cackling as he carries his briefcase. JAKE AARONS:
This bout is to be fought to one fall with a ten minute time limit. Introducing first from Ungava Bay, Quebec! He weighs in at four hundred and fifty pounds! Buck U Productions presents... KRAKEN! He turns around, pointing to Kraken, as the monster makes his way out and is led down the aisle. Kraken reaches the ring and removes his helmet, placing it on the ring apron. The two men climb into the ring and Buchanan mouths off the man about to be killed, while Kraken raises his arms into the air, yelling "AUCUN SURVIVRA" as steam shoots from the helmet. JAKE AARONS:
His opp--Kraken turns from taunting, goozles the guy... hooks the leg... AND CHOKESLAM! Kraken places one foot on the man's chest. 1... ... 2... ... 3! Eli Buchanan raises his arms and cackles with glee, Kraken steps on the man's chest with both feet before making his way out of the ring. CHAD GOMEZ:
Eh, Bas. That shell of a man lying there. What were his stats?
BASTIAN KRULL:
Hmm... six foot eight, three hundred pounds.
CHAD GOMEZ:
And Kraken just disposed of him in what... eight seconds?BASTIAN KRULL:
About that.CHAD GOMEZ:
That's one scary dude.
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Post by Office on Nov 17, 2016 3:03:16 GMT -5
The catering area is pretty much empty except for one man and the loud shirt and white hair makes it impossible to mistake Hammerstein from anyone else. He picks over catering's offerings, choosing turkey breast and asparagus over hot dogs and french fries. He scoops some Brussels sprouts onto his plate, when Becky Chande walks up to him, mic in hand.
BECKY CHANDE:
Hammerstein, can I get a word with you?HAMMERSTEIN:
Uh, sure. What's up?BECKY CHANDE:
You've created a lot of buzz with your challenge last week - a third match with Ben Chrenshaw - to be fought under Iron Rules whether he defeated James Edwards or not. I guess the obvious question is why?
HAMMERSTEIN:
Well, the easy answer is…. :
HEY HAM!Hammerstein puts his plate down as the camera focus broadens to show Jimmy Winner, a smirk on his face. Hammerstein sighs as Paulie Rod and Ragin' Bull flank Winner. HAMMERSTEIN:
Uh hey guys... what's up?JIMMY WINNER:
Oh, not much. Just a little surprised to see you slumming it up in our turf again. We noticed your absence because there was a lot more food to go around with you gone, but you think because your fifteen minutes of fame is up you can just waltz back in here? You didn't even say hey to us earlier. Are you some kind of hot shot 'cause you got a title shot?
HAMMERSTEIN:
My fifteen minutes of fame!? Y'all think I'm just going to take that gravy train and ride it for all it's worth? Nah, man, that ain't me. Maybe that's the difference between y'all and I, I came this close...Hammerstein squeezes his fingers together.
HAMMERSTEIN:
THIS CLOSE. Y'all might be happy bein' mediocre, collectin' that cheque regardless of the outcome but that ain't me, bro.JIMMY WINNER:
Reality check, Hamster. You didn't win shit. You're no better than any of us. BECKY CHANDE:
Hey, let's ca--
JIMMY WINNER:
Cram it. You're not any better than any of us, you're JUST like us. The only reason people like you is because you make them laugh! You're a clown, a jester... a JOKE! BECKY CHANDE:
Don't you gu--JIMMY WINNER:
Have something better to do? No, Becky, we don't. Your bosses are out there giving television time to guys who can't last more than eight seconds against Kraken. Why wasn't that one of us? I could beat Kraken.
The guys behind him snicker. JIMMY WINNER:
Shut up. Why are you even talkin' to this bum?Winner runs his hand down Becky's cheek.
JIMMY WINNER:
Never mind that question. Do you like pie? Because the boys and I are mighty appreciative of you coming down here for once, so let's give you this pie.Just as Winner is about to slam the pie in Chande’s face, Hammerstein drops him with a straight left hand. Chande runs for higher ground. Ragin Bull goes to attack Hammerstein, but gets a kick below the belt for his troubles. As Bull drops to his knees, Paulie Rod stuns Hammerstein with a roundhouse punch to the side of his head. Hammerstein staggers backwards as Paulie grabs a chair. He raises it to strike Hammerstein, but Hammerstein kicks him in the gut and Drops the Hammer with his version of the stunner. Hammerstein scrambles to his feet and grabs the chair. He smashes Bull over the head with the chair. Bull crumples to the floor, bleeding from the forehead. Paulie stumbles around to his feet, but a kick from Hammerstein sends him to his knees. Hammerstein takes aim and swings the chair right into Paulie’s face. Paulie falls back, blood pouring from between his fingers as he holds his freshly broken nose. Winner, recovered from getting dropped, gets to his feet and charges Hammerstein. Hammerstein sidesteps him, grabs him around the throat, and chokeslams him through the catering table. Hammerstein surveys the damage, picks up his plate of food, and turns to walk away. As he turns, he walks right into IRON Champion James Edwards. Edwards looks at the ruined catering area then at Hammerstein. Hammerstein returns Edwards’ stare, hands the plate to him, and walks away. HAMMERSTEIN:
Eat up, Champ. I'm not hungry anymore.
We return to ringside where grizzled veteran Chuck Cooper is already in the ring. JAKE AARONS:
This bout is to be fought to one fall with a ten minute time limit. Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing it an two hundred and twenty seven pounds... Chuck Cooper!CHAD GOMEZ:
OK, what gives? Did the guys' give this dude the short end of the stick to keep or what? Chuck applauds the reception before limbering up in the centre of the ring. Suddenly, "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps echoes through the arena - a new sound to many in attendance. A man walks out in black trunks and boots, shades and bomber jacket.
JAKE AARONS:
And his opponent, from Manchester, England, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, 'The Protagonist' Wolf Andersen.He struts out from the lion's mouth and pauses on the walkway, gazing around the arena at the silent fans on either side. Beneath his feet he sees an excited young fan waving a programme and pen. Wolf steps down and takes the items, taking time to look at the already collected signatures as the boy looks on with glee. He gestures to the boy that he'll give him an autograph before tearing the programme into pieces and tossing it in the air. There's an audible chorus of jeers as Wolf laughs hysterically. A man, presumably the boy's father, leans forward to grab the petty debuting wrestler but he's immediately held back by security. Wolf climbs back upon the walkway and makes a jerk off motion towards the booing fans before climbing through the ropes and into the squared circle. He bounces off the back ropes and pumps his chest, flashing a big grin at the jeering crowd and sneering at his veteran opponent. BASTIAN KRULL:
Wolf Andersen. What have you dug up on him, Chad?CHAD GOMEZ:
Second generation wrestler, Bas, and apparently a good taste in haircuts doesn't run in his family.
BASTIAN KRULL:
Excellent insight, Chad.Chuck, clearly disturbed by Andersen's antics on the way to ring, points to the boy and then at Andersen while mouthing his disapproval. Andersen holds his hands up and offers a hollow apology before striking Cooper with a hard cheap shot to the face. The bell rings as Cooper drops to one knee as Andersen delivers another right hook before whipping him into the ropes and hitting a heavy clothesline to the veteran grappler. The crowd voice their anger as Andersen cups his ear mockingly. He stomps away with four big boots at Cooper's left knee as the popular journeyman rolls around on the mat in pain. Andersen bends down and slaps him in the face as Brian Shelzi, the referee, half-heartedly intervenes for 'unsporting behaviour'. Andersen grabs Cooper by the mullet and forces his head under his arm. He attempts a suplex but Cooper holds firm. Andersen attempts again but again Cooper won't budge, as he reverses it into a suplex of his own. Andersen clutches his back and grits his teeth as both men spring to their feet, but Cooper is quicker and knocks him back down with a boot to the face. Andersen shakes it off and slowly rises but is meet with a fairly unremarkable kick to the abdomen from Cooper. Andersen doubles over and clutches his crotch in agony. He looks at Shelzi and points at Cooper yelling "Low Blow, man!"
BASTIAN KRULL:
What!? That was nowhere his crotch! What's he trying to pull here?Shelzi issues a yellow card to Cooper who protests at the suggestion of foul play. Andersen requests a time out to recover and turns his back on the two men to wink at the crowd. He bends down holding his nether regions with one hand and begins untying his boot lace with the other, entirely out of sight from the referee. He rises to his feet, still clutching his manhood, but immediately lets go when he sees Cooper has his back to him as he protests to the referee. He delivers a hard forearm smash to the back of the head, as Shelzi dives out the way and Cooper falls into the corner of the ring. Andersen hits a big boot to the midsection before seamlessly sliding his loose boot off with the other and flicking it out of the ring. He points it out to Shelzi and grabs his 'Little Andersen' insinuating that the referee should oblige him in retrieving it while he recovers. Shelzi rolls his eyes and steps out the ring, as Cooper is slowly climbing to his feet. While Shelzi is outside the ring Cooper goes for a quick Superkick on Andersen, but 'The Protagonist' ducks and hits his opponent with a huge low blow in the centre of the ring. BASTIAN KRULL:
Oh come on now!Shelzi rolls back into the ring holding the boot. Andersen looks over his shoulder and sees him coming. He grabs Cooper by the head and lifts him in the air for the Orange Crush Bomb! Shelzi, still holding the boot, drops to the mat as Andersen goes for the cover. He slaps the leather on the canvas... 1.. 2.. 3! Andersen retrieves the boot and thrusts his arm into Shelzi's hand to be raised in victory. The volatile crowd shout and yell at the outcome of the match as Andersen notions for the ring announcer to hand over the microphone. Jake Aarons holds the device up as Wolf snatches it from his clutches. He looks around at the angry fans in attendance and sneers. WOLF ANDERSEN:
Now, now. Let's have a little silence please. There's only one microphone here, which means there's only one voice worth listening to. For those of you who don’t know who I am, I am ashamed. You people seem to have totally immersed yourself in this federation and the scum that call it home, but you haven’t even considered the other options available to you. Well you won't have to now, because my name is 'The Protagonist' Wolf Andersen, and I am the best thing that has ever come to grace a Lions Road ring. Or perhaps any ring for that matter. Two weeks ago I put pen to paper on a long term contract here. And since signing that contract I have proceeded to watch tapes of every single Mane Event episode. At least I tried to, it took me an hour and a half, and that was even with a break to rest my eyes, I’m sorry, I just couldn't handle so much awful wrestling in one sitting, or indulge the abhorrent overweight fans screaming in the background. But that was then, and this is now. There's a whole new chapter to be written, and the story of the Lion's Road just got a brand new protagonist!He dropped the microphone onto the canvas and exited the ring to more hostility as "King of the World" played out from the PA system.
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Post by Office on Nov 17, 2016 3:20:25 GMT -5
Mane Event is back from commercials and AJ Knight has just climbed onto the apron as Alexander Irvine and Emperor Ian are already in the ring, having an argument about the election. Ian threatens to protest the match, repeatedly shouting #NOTMYMATCH before Alexander Irvine clobbers him with a Republican right hand. Knight climbs through the ropes and watches on as Irvine bashes Ian in the back with repeated forearm clubs before shooting him off the ropes. Ian comes back with a spinning heel kick that knocks Irvine down and out of the ring, Knight remains content to stay out of things and Emperor Ian's political rage seems to be tunnelled in on the Wolf as he goes out after him. He pulls Irvine up off the floor, slams him head first into the apron and rolls him back inside. Irvine crawls up to his feet and Ian slides in, then charges at Irvine... who leaps forward and sends Ian into a full somersault as he chop blocks him while he's running. Ian lands hard, holding his leg in pain. CHAD GOMEZ:
Great way to tear a ligament. Irvine gets up and makes eye contact with AJ Knight. The Wolf glances over at Ian, being looked at by medical staff and referee Xavier Price and beckons Knight over. The two men circle about for a few moments before engaging in a collar and elbow tie-up, Knight does a quick go behind but Irvine wraps his legs around Knight's leg and rolls through with a knee bar attempt. Knight grabs the ropes, Price turns around and calls for a break. Irvine grabs Knight by the leg and yanks him back into the centre of the ring and jumps into half guard, Irvine tries to rain down some hammerfists and gets a few through, but Knight gets wrist control and tries to use his free leg to push Irvine's legs back a bit and free himself up. Irvine hops into side control and digs his knee into Knight's stomach, slowly looking to obtain mount position. Irvine uses his other leg to drill Knight in the side, freeing up his hands and allowing him to jump into full mount with no issue. Irvine gets pulled down by Knight, closing the space available to strike effectively. BASTIAN KRULL:
Great job by Knight to pull Irvine in close and prevent him from being able to use the space available to rain down heavy strikes. Props to Xavier Price too as he's in great position to determine whether Knight's shoulders are on the mat or not. So far he hasn't even attempted to make a count, so Knight is in the clear but he's in a really disadvantageous position because he has to defend some possible knockout blows as well as prevent himself from being pinned. He needs to get up, pronto.Ian saves the day though as he grabs Irvine in a front facelock and yanks him up, Knight scrambles away and Ian hoists Irvine into the air and then drops him forward with a front suplex gutbuster! Irvine falls to the back holding his midsection as Ian rolls up to his feet and gets dropkicked by AJ Knight as a token of his appreciation! Ian falls into the corner and Knight gets up, roars toward him looking for a flying forearm but Ian moves out of the way! Ian turns back toward AJ and gets turned inside out by a lariat! Knight jumps on top of Ian! 1... ... 2-Irvine pulls Knight off and tries to clamp on the Maelstrom, but Knight backs up and slams him into the corner. Price is trying to separate the two men, but Irvine isn't letting go! Emperor Ian begins stirring on the mat, crawling up to his knees and observes what's going on. He pulls himself up in the opposite corner and charges across the ring, Knight breaks free and drops to the mat and Irvine has enough time to lunge forward and decapitate the poor lunging Ian with the Battle Cry forearm smash! He goes down in a hurry!
CHAD GOMEZ:
You ever see a bear swat a bird out of the sky? Well, that's what that just looked like!Ian lies out cold on the mat while Knight grabs Irvine from behind in an inverted facelock. He drops him down onto his knee and then turns him around, trying to grab a hammerlock as he does but Knight Fall doesn't come as Irvine drops him to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex that just so happens to land on Ian. Knight writhes in pain on the mat as Alexander Irvine fights his way back to his feet, he slaps his forearm a few times and then bellows out an ungodly sound. He charges, but trips over Emperor Ian as he's trying to get up. Knight quickly springs into action, grabbing Ian and planting him with the Knight Fall DDT! He watches Irvine carefully as he covers! 1... ... 2... Irvine dives. 3-TOO LATE! AJ WINS! Knight rolls out of the ring quickly as Irvine falls to the mat. The Wolf shoots him a grin as he pulls himself to his feet, Knight holds his arms high in the air as the Michigan crowd applauds him. Irvine mockingly applauds him too, but Knight shakes his head and smiles before turning to head to the back. Irvine turns around, sees Ian trying to get to his feet and pulls him up. Ian looks at him wearily, then gets kneed in the gut and eats a Flawless Plex! Irvine's version of the Fisherman suplex! The Wolf slides out of the ring and heads to the back, shoving past Mandeville Nelson as he tries to get a word.
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Post by Office on Nov 17, 2016 3:20:42 GMT -5
We return from break right at the sound of the bell, Jeremy Squire charges across the ring and nails the Bro Kick on James Edwards, who falls into the corner! Squire turns around, dances a bit and then charges back in with some boots to the face! Referee Robbie Morris tries to pull him out, but Squire pulls Edwards up instead. BASTIAN KRULL:
Jeremy Squire apparently wasn't kidding about wanting to challenge Julian Cutlass! Squire busts a move once again, then begins showing off what we can only assume are some of the moves that won him the Beer Pong Championship. He wastes a bit too much time though as he reaches down to pull Edwards upright and gets Double Tap'd! Consecutive spinning back fists from the Iron Champion drop the frat boy to the mat and he scrambles away on all fours, looking to retreat to the corner.
BASTIAN KRULL:
Maybe I spoke too soon...CHAD GOMEZ:
You jinxed it!He pulls himself up in the corner, but this proves to be a mistake because Edwards delivers the Half Cut Kai, his reverse exploder suplex! Squire lands hard on his chest... pops up to his knees and the PK KICK! Violent Gospel means goodnight, Irene! Edwards covers! 1... ... 2... ... 3! The post-fight celebration from Edwards does not last long. He slings his belt over his shoulder and calls for a microphone.
JAMES EDWARDS:
I always say, one week at a time, one fight at a time. Lookin’ ahead down the road doesn’t amount to anything, usually. But when you win one of these…Edwards taps on the the Iron Championship. JAMES EDWARDS:
...A little foresight ain’t exactly a bad thing. I know who I got coming down the pike. I know he thinks that he was one mistake away from being in the position I’m in right now. I know he wants redemption. I know he wants what I have restin’ on my shoulder right now. With that in mind, I’ll tell em’ the same thing as a few weeks ago. None that matters, just focus on what happens once the bell rings. If not, the result of the fight will be the damn same, mark my words.Edwards lays the mic down, raises the belt in the air one last time to celebrate, and promptly heads to the back.
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Post by Office on Nov 17, 2016 3:21:24 GMT -5
We Hired a Big Time Movie Producer to help us with our commercial.
HE SUCKED!
The scene opens up and we see Julian Cutlass and Alexander Irvine standing around in a MMA gym. Both men are in the camouflage utility trousers (Navy and Marine Corps), with combat boots and no shirts. A member of the film crew moves around the two men…getting them ready for their time on camera. Out of now where…“Hahaha…Yes…”
Enters the producer. He is dressed like a homeless hipster born in the bowls of a rundown Panera Bread. In his accent, you pick up French, as the man attempts to kiss the two men on the cheek as a greeting, only to be pushed off by both men, the suspicions are conformed. He jumps back for a second and throws some shadow punches towards the two men before resuming a hand on hip posture.
“Whaaa.” Chuckles. “Just kidding, you both have amazing bodies…for men of your age…who like bacon. Of course I kid.”
He waves the bearded man who was setting them up for the camera. “Go ahead and leave. Shooo…look at you. You look like Big Foot if he was on welfare…Leave.”
He runs his hands through his hair before looking at the two men with fire in his eyes. “Ok. So JaXed Up’s new flavor, Sick Pythons, is fuel for the gym right. Trust me I know all about energy drink marking…I use to make commercials for Caffeine Infused Escargot packs. Are the rage over in France. It makes you feel like you can fly.”
The director starts walking around flapping his arms like wings. “CaCAAWW! Ca…ca…CACAAAWW!” The two men look at one another, Irvine steps forward as Cutlass puts his arm out in front of him. Shaking his head. The crazy buffoon carries on for a couple of minutes, the stops.
“So what I was thinking…we would dress you up, give you both wings, and fly your around…Like a Crazy Red Boy Cow…we will give you wings. Turn you into a form of Scary Beast…Low Carb of course.”
The Camera pans out to show a man suspended in the air dress up like a Energy Drink can with wings. He waves. The two men look at the director shaking their heads.
“No, no, you are right I hate it too. Cut the Wings.” Upon request the stage hand holding the rope for the suspended man lets go of the ropes, can with wings man screaming to the ground. Crashing in front of them. “No, I got it. You…space.” He puts his hands in front of them and start making explosion sounds. Hands moving around wildly. After a moment he stops and looks at the stage hand. “Add another $5000 to the budget. And change your shirt…it’s ugly. Alright guys, before we do this. Can either of you two do the Harlem shake thing on your way down into the camera.” The camera cuts to a blank scene.
"So because he sucked we cut all the nonsense and this is what we were left with this.
Enjoy." The camera returns with Julian Cutlass standing in front of the camera, Holding a small can of JaXED Up in his right hand, his left in a fist pointed to the Camera. In the background we see the director…followed by Irvine Battle Crying him in the face. The stage hand and flying man in a can suit start beating him up while he is on the ground.
Julian: As a member of our United States Navy. I know what it’s like to find joy in the little things in between long watches and short breaks. That’s why Irvine and myself, as well as all of those associated with Black Lion’s Road have started to represent our new sponsor JaXED Up. Because if it can get Irvine and myself through long deployments, and be served on every based overseas…then we can bring it to you.
The man has gotten to his feet, and is screaming for mercy as he backs off camera. Irvine slowly following him in the background.
Julian: To show our support for the men and women of our military. Black Lions’s Road with the help of Lion’s Road will be supplying free 12 packs of JaXED Up to all Miltary members both active duty and veterans with proof of vaild I.D. So join Black Lion’s Road in making America Great ag…Fuck it. Let’s fight."
At that we see Irvine gut-wrench powerbomb the director into the ground, Both men maneuvering him over into the Final Dimension as the camera fades to black. JaXED Up is now a prouded sponsor of Black Lion’s Road, Lion’s Road, and all affliliates. So when life’s got you down, JaXED IT UP!
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Post by Office on Nov 17, 2016 3:24:19 GMT -5
MANDEVILLE NELSON:
Last week in the closing moments of our program, I was on the phone with the Lion's Road Council regarding the ongoing issue between Matt Pulver and Alexander Irvine. A decree was sent down from head office to ban these two from competing on the same events as one another for the time being in an attempt to quell the situation until a decision can be made on what to do. I was told by Council that I would have a special guest this week to personally deliver the decision in question. At this time, he has not shown up...
The video screen crackles, then comes alive with a smiling face.
??:
I apologize regarding my tardiness, Mr. Nelson. There was some issues in sending my uplink to Marquette. My name is Zevon and I have been appointed to deliver the Council's decision regarding the raging war between that of one, Matthew Pulver and Alexander Irvine. Lots of options were mulled over, I can even tell you that Council considered firing both men for their blatant disregard of our security last week. From this point forward, there will be a zero tolerance policy on violence against referees, security, stage hands and other personnel. If you lay a hand on them, you will be fined and very likely fired. The only reason these two men were spared their jobs is entertainment value. The footage of their fight went viral and was seen by millions of fans around the world. Quite the accomplishment for the promotion since Pollo Bucket downsized your operations following a lackluster tour of Japan.
The feed cuts out briefly, but comes back on.
ZEVON:
Nevertheless, the decision that has been handed down is a rash one, but also a fair one. The situation between these two men is beyond out of control and it will not be allowed to continue as it were. The rivalry between these two men will end on December 15th. To ensure the safety of the fans, the personnel and anyone else... and for the very first time in Lion's Road's history... a steel cage match will be used to settle this issue between Matt Pulver and Alexander Irvine.
A monster pop for that one. Zevon smiles.
ZEVON:
That is all.
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Post by Office on Nov 17, 2016 3:24:35 GMT -5
JAKE AARONS:
This Heritage Championship bout is to be fought to one fall with television time remaining! Introducing first the challenger from Mount Olympus! She weighs in at one hundred and seventy five pounds... GRACE KAZOULIS!
"Can't Be Touched" roars over the speakers as the lion's mouth opens up and Sheracles, Grace Kazoulis walks out bobbing her head along to the music. She makes it about halfway down the aisle before she removes her sunglasses, sticks them inside her jacket and then hands off the coat to a stage hand. She climbs into the ring and heads to her assigned corner, rolling her shoulders and working out the last few kinks as the arena plunges into darkness.
DARKNESS COATS US!
JAKE AARONS:
Her opponent is from Duluth, Minnesota! He weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds... accompanied to the ring by Kassie Dark. He is the current, reigning and defending Heritage Champion! COREY CRUELTY!
The lights dim and lightning effects dart across the venue as the blast beats and jagged vocals of Avenged Sevenfold's "Darkness Surrounding" echo through the venue. After a moment or two, the heavy part of the song kicks in and a sombre figure emerges wearing a longer duster jacket with his head bowed low. Corey Cruelty poses in the lion's mouth, arms forming an X over his crotch. Kassie Dark steps out from behind him and the two slowly make their way down to the ring. She stops at ringside while Cruelty hops onto the apron, climbs into the ring, hands his title to Cordell Garner and then removes his jacket, handing it to Dark before turning and staring down Kazoulis.
JAKE AARONS:
Your referee for this bout is Cordell Garner!
The bell sounds and our title match begins as many do: with a collar and elbow tie-up in the centre of the ring. Kazoulis and Cruelty fight for the upper hand, moving along the ropes briefly before coming back into the middle of the ring. Kazoulis gives the Heritage Champion a shove and he tumbles across the ring. Cruelty gets up, dusts himself off and walks back up to his challenger and the two tie-up once more. Kazoulis pulls him into a side headlock, but the champion pushes her back into the ropes and shoots her off into the opposite set. She charges out and sends Cruelty crashing to the mat with a big shoulder block! Cruelty's momentum sends him out to the arena floor and Kazoulis takes a moment to muscle up for the fans in attendance, gaining a small portion of cheers as the fans clearly like both competitor's in this match and seem a bit torn on who to get behind. Cruelty grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself back inside, the champion takes a moment to readjust his attire and then locks up with his challenger once more. Again though, she pulls him in with a side headlock and wrenches it in tightly! Cruelty tries to push his forearm into her face to open some space to free himself, but he ends up backing her up instead. He pushes her into the corner and they break clean, Kazoulis remains in the corner as Cruelty begins to back away but then turns and drives his shoulder into her midsection!
BASTIAN KRULL:
The Marquette crowd booing that one.
CHAD GOMEZ:
Yeah, but you know it's legal. She's supposed to come out of the corner and she didn't, so Cruelty is well within his right to press an attack.
Cruelty backs away and Kazoulis stumbles out along the ropes, he drives some forearm clubs across her back before he grabs her and tries to DDT her into the mat, but she hangs onto the ropes and Cruelty falls on his ass. He scrambles to his feet as Kazoulis charges him, backing him into the ropes and lighting him up with some right hands before Irish whipping him. He bounces off the ropes and she rails him with a shotei palm strike! The champion goes down and this time looks to have deliberately rolled out of the ring. He takes a few moments to pace back and forth, ignoring some snide comments from some fans in the front row. Even Kassie Dark refrains from saying anything to him and instead pats him on the back as he walks by her. He climbs the stairs and goes through the ropes back into the ring and offers up a knuckle lock to Grace Kazoulis.
BASTIAN KRULL:
I don't know that a test of strength against someone with muscle definition like that is a good idea.
CHAD GOMEZ:
Maybe not, but it's all about leverage. I'd do it, but I'd sucker her in close and kick her in the gut. Maybe stomp her foot.
Such doesn't happen between Kazoulis and Cruelty though, as it's a pretty clean test of strength with both champion and challenger jockeying for position. Kazoulis starts gaining the upper hand and Cruelty's face grimaces with pain as she attempts to bring him down to his knees, but he takes the low road and kicks her in the gut and then clinches her - swinging her up against the ropes where he drives several elbows into her skull before grabbing her wrist. She reverses it and sends him into the ropes instead, doubling over in anticipation of his return. Cruelty manages to slow himself and pulls her in for the Oblivion, but she back drops him! He lands and gets to his knees, a bit amused judging by his expression while Kazoulis is smiling wide. She holds her arms out and Cruelty gets back up to a vertical base. They lock-up again, a side headlock from Cruelty leads Kazoulis to back him into the ropes and shoot him off. This time, she drops down to the mat and Cruelty hops over her on the crisscross. She gets up, tries to hip toss him, but he blocks it and facebusters her down to the mat! She rolls out of the ring and Cruelty is right behind her. He raises his arms high in the air as he gets close to her and goes for a double axe handle, but she turns and nails the Ottoman slap! The crowd Ooohs as Cruelty staggers away, Kazoulis takes a moment to regain some composure and then charges him. He drops down and she nails the ring post with her palm strike.
BASTIAN KRULL:
Oof! She could've very well broken her hand!
Kazoulis is holding it in all kinds of pain, and the champion gets up and rolls her back into the ring. Referee Cordell Garner checks out her hand, but she insists that she's fine. Cruelty climbs back into the ring and Kazoulis gets back to her feet and charges right after Cruelty, clocking him with a European uppercut! He falls back into the corner and again, she favours the hand. Cruelty charges out, leaps into the air... SHE CATCHES HIM IN A BEARHUG! The challenger shakes him violently, trying to do as much damage as she can - and using her good hand to grab her other elbow instead of the hand to apply pressure. Cruelty headbutts her repeatedly, finally breaking free. He backs into the ropes then charges forth... running kne--NO! She dodges, grabs the rear waistlock and goes for a German suplex... but Cruelty lands on his feet. He spins her around, kicks her in the gut and pulls her in for the Oblivion but she backdrops him again. He lands on his feet this time, turns around... grabs her by the arms and plants her into the mat with the Join Me in Darkness! His version of the Unprettier! He rolls her onto her back and covers!
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3!
Kassie Dark retrieves the Heritage belt from the timekeeper's table and hops into the ring to join her boyfriend. Cruelty gets up, holding five fingers up.
BASTIAN KRULL:
That's five successful defenses of his Heritage title. The most of any Lion's Road champion.
CHAD GOMEZ:
Oh, is it? I thought he was just showing that he could count. He is from Minnesota after all.
Kazoulis slowly gets to her feet, Cruelty turns around to see her extending her good hand and smugly smiles at the gesture. He bumps past her and exits the ring.
BASTIAN KRULL:
You'd think Grace Kazoulis would have earned his respect. She's the first person in a long while that didn't fall victim to the Oblivion, she countered out of it twice and forced him to use his backup finisher, but Corey Cruelty is an interesting cat. It would seem he doesn't think much of her respect. Nevertheless, I'm afraid that's all we have time for this week. Join us next week in Superior, Wisconsin as we bring a huge six man tag team match. Julian Cutlass teams with James Edwards and Ben Chrenshaw against Matt Pulver, AJ Knight and Hammerstein. It's going to be a good one!
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Post by Office on Nov 17, 2016 21:58:52 GMT -5
11/24 - Superior, Wisconsin
1. Showcase Bout featuring Leviathan
2. Showcase Bout featuring Kris Slade
3. Lumberjack Match: La Cucaracha vs. Sarah Starr
4. Julian Cutlass, James Edwards & Ben Chrenshaw vs. Matt Pulver, AJ Knight & Hammerstein |
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