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Post by Big Time Fights on Nov 16, 2020 1:47:27 GMT
The Burning Hammers stand in the locker room and James Edwards has a microphone in hand while Jacob Hammerstein has his head bowed.
JAMES EDWARDS
Jacob, tell me, how do you kill a damned snake?
Hammerstein raises his head, then runs his thumb across his throat, then lowers his head again.
HAMMERSTEIN
You cut it's goddamn head off.
The Burning Heart cups the left side of his face and feigns shock.
JAMES EDWARDS
It’s that easy?
The American Monster nods his still bowed head,
HAMMERSTEIN
Yeah. Take the head, the rest of the snake dies.
Edwards gives his partner a thumbs up and takes a step forward.
JAMES EDWARDS
Maybe it ain’t charitable to think Bingham can’t hang without Seville but we haven’t seen what he can do yet. Seville did the work for him two weeks ago. They had a week off last week. So there ain’t a body of evidence to go with. And, honestly, it don’t matter a whole hell of a lot because look at what The Burning Hammers have done. Jacob Hammerstein pinned the number one contender for the World’s Heavyweight Championship. I outsmarted the last one and made his protege tap in the process. Take one of us of down and we’re still dangerous. Together we’re damn near unstoppable, and I’ll keep sayin’ that until somebody proves me wrong, and that ain’t happening tonight. Tell 'em, Hammer.
Hammerstein runs his fingers through his hair as Edwards takes a step back. He then raises his head slightly and scratches his jaw.
HAMMERSTEIN
When I was growin' up in rural Mississippi, I had to deal with woods full of snakes. Rattlesnakes, Copperheads, pick your poison...no pun intended. My late uncle taught me a lot about snakes. He taught me to have a healthy respect for snakes, but to fear none of them. That is, except for one snake.
The Cottonmouth.
See, Uncle Rufus got bit by a Cottonmouth when he was a kid. Back in those days, any poisonous snakebite could be fatal. He went through days of what he called the worst pain of his life. From then on, even a picture of a Cottonmouth gave him the chills. He was the literal interpretation of the figurative term snakebit. He was a complex man, my uncle.
Hammerstein goes silent, his head bowed, perhaps in a moment of rememberance for the only father he ever knew. Edwards reaches over and pats him hard on his shoulder. The American Monster nods his head.
HAMMERSTEIN
My uncle taught me another lesson about The Cottonmouth.
He looks up, a grin on his face that holds more than a hint of bad intentions behind it.
HAMMERSTEIN
He taught me that the funny thing about a Cottonmouth is that, as fearful and intimidatin' as they are, they don't stand up too well to a double barrel twelve gauge.
Hammerstein motions at Edwards with his thumb.
HAMMERSTEIN
See, Edwards here is like a machete or an axe. He can take your head off clean with one blow. The head falls... the body dies. Me? I'm more of a Winchester over/under with double ought buckshot. I'm not clean. I'm not built for precision. I hit harder than hell, and I obliterate anything I'm aimed at.
Justin Seville, we did a bit of damage when we were in The WALL together a while back, and I know you're a tough sonofabitch, but I ain't in the mood for wistful reminiscing. I'm in the mood to blow you and Felix the Cat to smithereens and to take another dominant step towards the World Tag Team Championship.
Edwards raises a hand with a finger pointed directly at the audience at home.
JAMES EDWARDS
And remember one thing, neither of us are talkin' outta our ass. We mean what we say and we work hard to make sure we stay men of our words. The Hammer and I don't need some jackass to light a hunger in our souls. We were born the kind of hungry that two poor boys from the South have because they were born with their backs up against the wall. We know what's like to be laughed at because we don't look or sound the same as "regular folks". We know how hard it is to trust people and how once you do find somebody too, you damn well never let them go...and when you do, you fight hell to make it up to them.
The Grand Slam Champion looks at his partner for a moment.
JAMES EDWARDS
Partnerships are cheap and fade away. Brotherhood is built to last.
The partners bump fists and walk off, ready for war.
SAM HEWITT From the Gateway to the West - St. Louis, Missouri! Hello fight fans and welcome to Night 3 of the Strongest Tag League. We're due to finish up the round robin portion of this tournament tonight and while we have an idea of a few teams heading to the playoff round, a couple of tonight's matches will decide who joins them.
BRIAN SHELZI That's right. Block A is set, the Burning Hammers and Seville & Bingham have advanced but they'll face off in tonight's opener with nothing but momentum on the line. The Hammers want go 3-0 and so do Seville & Bingham and barring a time limit draw like last week, then one of them will.
SAM HEWITT In Block B, the newly named LARIAT INCORPORATED of Mack Brody and Ryan Samuels will also look to go 3-0 as they battle KOL Heavyweight Champion David Troy and his partner Jonah Ke'ala. As Brian mentioned, there was a time limit draw last week between Troy & Ke'ala and the duo of Mushigihara & Jack Mace putting both of those teams at 1 point. Both of those teams are in action tonight and must win to stay alive, but that's easier said than done going against Brody & Samuels.
BRIAN SHELZI Not to mention the wildcard tandem of Trevor Ward and Rain Corvin.
SAM HEWITT Well, as you'll see a little later on - Corvin has opted to boycott this match but you've handed down the decree, Brian - he must fight or he gets fired.
BRIAN SHELZI I mean, I can't make him fight but if he doesn't show up and stand on the apron - he's as good as gone, yes.
SAM HEWITT So we'll see how tha-
"Just Another Thing" begins to play and out from the back comes Mainstream World Champion and Strong Style Summit Winner, Jason Cashe.
SAM HEWITT I wasn't expecting this so early.
He motions for the music to be cut as he slices across his throat with his thumb. It doesn't shut off until he is halfway down the ramp. At ringside, Cashe climbs the steel stairs, pulls the Mainstream World Title off from around his waist as he steps onto the apron and ducks under the top rope to enter the ring. Waving to get a microphone. Cashe is handed one by the time keeper at ringside. With his title on one hand and the mic in the other, he moves around the ring before actually speaking into the mic. JASON CASHE
I was never told when exactly this suspension was going to end. Truth be told, I only found out I could come back when the card was promoted on Twitter.Shaking his head. Cashe was disappointed at a handful of things but he was here as was promoted. He sure wasn't going to let a little suspension keep him from making a return to Lions Road. Just returning wasn't enough. Not for Cashe.
JASON CASHE
A few days ago, I successfully defended this here belt in a match that had four others vying to take it from me. I had never been in a King of the Mountain match but I still found a way to win. In this match was another man, a man who is also present on the Lions Road roster and I would like nothing more than to ask Jacob Hammerstein to bring his ass out here to have a little chat with me.. Come on out here Hammy!Minutes pass. Cashe looks around expecting to see someone give him a sign that Hammerstein wasn't going to show. "Highway To Hell" grabs Cashe's attention. He adjusts the Mainstream Title over his shoulder as he stares hard towards the entrance. Jacob steps out from the back biting his bottom lip as he has his head tilted sideways, staring at Cashe inside the ring. JASON CASHE
Hello there Hammy! Let me tell you, I wasn't sure you'd show up!Hammerstein had a microphone with him. He grins as he paces a few steps to the left and then back to the right.
JACOB HAMMERSTEIN
What do you want?JASON CASHE
I just want to talk! Come on down, really. Let us have an uncomfortable conversation!Shrugging. Hammerstein wasn't scared or concerned about no man, woman or force and has fought and beaten damn near every name he has stepped into a fight with. He was the American Monster for a reason and so he begins to make his way down towards the ring.
JASON CASHE
I was thinking the other day...HAMMERSTEIN
I bet that hurt some!Hammer, reaching the ringside area, does as Cashe did and climbs the steel stairs at the corner. He stands on the outside apron and is much closer to Cashe not but keeps himself on the apron.
JASON CASHE
To be quite honest, it did hurt a little because what I was thinking about was Reese Kennedy...The name grabbed Hammerstein's attention. A man that was very close to Hammer but had also spent a few months with Cashe. There was a lot of emotion connected to the name for Hammer and Cashe knew that. HAMMERSTEIN
No.. You don't need to even say his name right now.JASON CASHE
Hey, I am not here to speak ill of the dead. You see.. I liked Reese! He did well by me even if the only reason we aligned was to dig at your pain and suffering. Did you know he told me once that he loved you like a son?Hammerstein didn't respond. His head dropped some as he looked away from Cashe. Again, it was a sensitive subject. JASON CASHE
I also remember when he read that letter from your ACTUAL father to you and you cried on live television! I guess not all the memories of him are good ones eh?As if a switch was flipped, Jacob Hammerstein was now enraged. He enters the ring and moves in a hurry at Cashe but Cashe holds his hand out to put a pause to his progression. JASON CASHE
Chill! If I wanted to fight, I would have just caught you backstage. See I mention Reese because he seen in you what he seen in me. He seen someone who would rather be fighting than standing around asking for an opportunity. You and I? We TAKE opportunity by our actions and we MAKE shit happen by that same action.HAMMERSTEIN
What. Do. You. Want? Get to the point or put the mic down and let us just fight!
JASON CASHE
I was getting there.. So pushy! Hammer, I won the strong style summit so rightfully so, I have gained an opportunity to compete for the King of Lions. A Title you have won and a title that has eluded me. What is that worth though? Having the opportunity if I cannot beat you one on one? Everyone watched as I retained the Mainstream title. They watched as you were mere seconds from getting out of that Penalty Box to stop me from keeping this Title but this is NOT Mainstream.. No, this is Lions Road and felt it in my BONES when Sterling and I came up short.
HAMMERSTEIN
Find your silver lining Cashe.. I, at least broke a sweat right? That's gotta count for someth--The Mainstream Title falls to the canvas. Hammer's eyes watch it with a curious in his brow as Cashe launches at him and slams the Microphone against his forehead. Hammerstein stumbles back, Cashe drops the mic and roars at him again, connecting with a 'Mark of JASON' Elbow that turns and collapses the "American Monster"! Standing over Hammerstein, Cashe reaches down and grabs the mic that Hammer had. JASON CASHE
I don't want this opportunity. I don't want the King of Lions, I do not want to compete against David Troy or whoever has possession of the title if I cannot beat you beforehand. So my proposal is this Hammy.. You versus Me. The Title opportunity on the line. You win and you get the shot. You beat me and you go on and do what everyone expects you to do. Win. I will beat you Hammer, I NEED to beat you and grabbing a belt hanging above a ladder does not satisfy that need…Stepping away from him, Cashe goes and grabs his Mainstream World Title. As he goes to drop the microphone, he decides to add something more.
JASON CASHE
Can you be the Hammerstein that Reese was proud of? I know you two made up before he died but let me tell you.. He was disappointed in you when he was with me. You had gone soft and I don't want that Hammerstein. I want the guy who didn't sweat beating me that first go around. I want the guy who everyone from Lions Road to Mainstream would place on a carved out Mount Rushmore. I didn't give Reese the satisfaction of beating you so.. I guess in the end, he died disappointed.Dropping the mic, Cashe uses the palm of his hand and wipes the sweat from his forehead. It was a little warm in the building. Cashe leans over and smears the hand of sweat over Hammerstein's face before leaving the ring and heading to the back. |
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Post by Big Time Fights on Nov 16, 2020 1:47:49 GMT
MASON MARVELLE Ladies and gentlemen, your opening bout of the evening is a Strongest Tag League - Block A bout! It is to be fought over a fifteen minute time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner! Introducing first at a combined weight of four hundred and thirty nine pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Darnell Cane... the team of Felix Bingham and Justin Seville!
Cane tells his team they've got this and drops off the apron.
MASON MARVELLE Their opponents at a combined weight of four hundred and forty seven pounds! The team of James Edwards and Hammerstein - the Burning Hammers!
The Burning Hammers exchange a fist bump.
MASON MARVELLE
Your referee is Jerry Roberts.
The bell sounds as it is determined that Hammerstein will start against Felix Bingham. Hammer shows some great grappling skills as he grabs Bingham on the Cat's single leg takedown attempt and puts him on his back. Several scrambles later, Bingham tries for a cross armbreaker but Hammer counters out of it and the two men find their way back to their feet. They lock-up and Hammer delivers a knee to the gut, then drives Bingham head first into the corner turnbuckle. From there he begins softening up the midsection some more, driving his shoulder into it and Felix Bingham's body has nowhere to go to try and absorb these blows. Hammer grabs him by the wrist and tries to shoot him out into the ropes and does, but his knee to the gut on the rebound is caught and Bingham slings him over with a suplex! He floats over, pulls Hammer up and executes a backbreaker! He doesn't follow up with a pin, but rather a rear waist hold as he lays on the mat - wrenching the hold tighter as Hammer tries to turn into a more comfortable position.
SAM HEWITT
Hammer trying to do what he can to find some comfort in a bad situation, but big Felix Bingham isn't giving him any breathing room.
Hammer tries to fight up to his feet and reach the ropes, or tag in Edwards - hard to tell by how close he was to both, but Bingham yanks him back and spins him around like a child before dropping him hard on the mat. Bingham backs up and looks for a tag from Seville, but the Cottonmouth just ignores him. Bingham shakes his head and circles back around, forced to wait for Hammer to return to his feet from the knockout count due to his own inaction. Hammer gets up and the two size one another up before Hammer shoots in, grabs him...
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
Bingham's head barely clears the mat and you can tell he felt the mat underneath him as he grabs his head. Hammer gets up, pulls the Cat to his feet and throws a knee to the body as he tags in Edwards. Suddenly, Seville wants in.
SAM HEWITT A minute ago, Justin Seville ignored the tag... and now he wants in against James Edwards. I think a lot of people overlook James Edwards in the Rise and Fall of Justin Seville because it was Edwards who handed Seville his first loss in their Iron Championship match. Of course, the Iron title was defended under a different rule set than our other belts are and had a point system in place. The two men technically battled to a draw, but Edwards retained his title by virtue of having more points remaining. So while Seville was not technically pinned, submitted or knocked out - it was still his first loss in Lion's Road and something that's most definitely stuck with him.
Edwards and Seville lock-up and the Cottonmouth backs the Burning Heart into the corner. They jockey for position, but neither man gains the upper hand and to the surprise of everyone - Seville breaks clean! They reset and return to the middle of the ring where Edwards delivers a kick to the leg, then a spinning kesagiri chop. Seville asks for more! Edwards delivers a spinning back fist, knocking Seville down to a knee... then tries for a second one, but Seville grabs him from behind and drills him with a Saito suplex. He covers!
1...
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2...
NO!
Seville grabs in a front chancery and drags him to the corner, Bingham tags in and climbs to the second rope. Seville flattens Edwards on the mat and Bingham comes off with a double knee drop directed at his neck and spine, rolling out of it as Seville exits the ring. Edwards lays on the mat in pain before Bingham pulls him up in a front chancery of his own. He transitions into a side headlock, but Edwards rams him into enemy territory and is able to tag out to Hammerstein.
BRIAN SHELZI Lack of experience showing through, Sambo. If Bingham wanted that side headlock, he should've kept him flat on the mat. He picked him up and gave Edwards the wiggle room needed to make a move and get a tag.
Hammer gets back in and drives a shoulder into the body once again, he pulls Bingham from the corner and whips him into the ropes. On the return, he hoists him up...
SPINEBUSTER!
He asks Edwards if he wants back in and he gives a positive answer, so a tag is made.
BRIAN SHELZI And here's where the tag team and friendship experience shines. Edwards took a big move, got out long enough to get his breathing back to normal and is right back in the match.
Edwards patiently waits as Bingham goes from being on his stomach to up on all fours, then executes a jumping double stomp to the lower back. The Cat cries out in pain, but Edwards grabs him in a gutwrench...
DEADLIFT
GUTWRENCH
SUPLEX!
Hammer lets out a roar, proud of his partner for the display of strength.
BRIAN SHELZI Five foot nine, two hundred and six pounds lifting a six foot six, two hundred and fifteen pound fighter. Hammer must've been working on that with him!
Edwards is a bit winded after that so he tags Hammer back in. The American Monster comes in and hits the ropes, timing his actions perfectly as he POUNCES the hell out of Bingham trying to get back to his feet. Hammer's feeling a bit too energized after hitting that one clean and does a lap around the interior of the ring, getting into Seville's face in the process. Seville doesn't show any emotion toward him, which Hammer seems a bit surprised by but goes back to busine--
Bingham tries a double leg!
Hammer sprawls out, but the Cat keeps driving trying to push Hammer into their corner. He gets close enough to tag, but Seville once again ignores his request. Cane even tells him to tag! Hammer transitions into a front chancery, turning to face Seville's direction...
SCREWDRIVER SUPLEX!
The Hammersteiner connects and Hammer cautiously hooks the leg, anticipating a save but it doesn't come as Roberts counts 1-2-3.
SAM HEWITT What the hell was that?
Seville remains emotionless, just observing Hammer get up and celebrate in confusion. Edwards gets in and the two fist bump and then hug, happy about going undefeated in the round robin. Darnell Cane checks on Bingham and asks Seville what's up and he replies... but the audio doesn't catch it!
BRIAN SHELZI Tough love is all I can think of. These guys are in the playoff round already, so maybe Seville gave him a test.
SAM HEWITT If you insist. Fans, the Burning Hammers have gone a perfect 3-0 in the round robin portion of this tournament. These two teams have advanced to the playoff round, but we get to see who they match up with in the remaining Block B matches later this evening. Don't go away, we've got plenty more to come!
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Post by Big Time Fights on Nov 16, 2020 1:47:58 GMT
It's M&M!
Not that M&M.
Not the candy. Not the tag team from the mid-2000's... and definitely not Eminem.
Mace N' Mushi, your Friendly Neighborhood God-Bears! Standing in the locker room, facing one another.
JACK MACE
Oi, Moonshine! Feel that, mate? Ya feelin' that?
He starts grabbing the back of his neck while The God-Beast stares him down.
JACK MACE
...That's pressure breathin' down our necks! We got one shot like another M&M or Eminem mighta rapped about! We gotta fight the giant scary prison guy and the little poetry-readin' sky pirate! Moosh, you ready for tonight?
Mushigihara turns to his tag partner and growls
MUSHIGIHARA
Osu.
Mace turns to the camera.
JACK MACE
You hear that, mates? Osu. Loosely translated, he means "yes, mates, we will engage in a bit of the grappin' and scrappin'! Tonight, we will dine on the blood of you lot and TEAR two more points right outta your delicious hides!"
Mushi turns to Mace and shakes his head.
MUSHIGIHARA
(Coldly) Osu.
Mace raises an eyebrow, confused by the inflection in his tone.
JACK MACE
Mate… it's called paraphrasin'! We're MONSTERS! Me, The Wrestlin' Bear! You, The God-Beast! It's called intimidation tactics, mate. We get them off their game, I snatch the big one in me Bear Trap, then you crush the kiddo with that Atlas Cutter! Sadly we're gonna need a little help from Brody and Samuels if we're gonna make the playoffs, so tonight, it's must win, Moosh! What do you say? You in, mate?
Mushi turns again.
MUSHIGIHARA
...osu.
Mace gets louder.
JACK MACE
Can't hear you, mate! I said, YOU IN, MATE?!
He starts to try and shove Mushigihara purely for motivation… and gets a sumo palm slap for his troubles! Mace looks stunned for a moment… then a wide grin forms. Mace is clearly feeling like they're on the same page.
MUSHIGIHARA
OSU!!!
JACK MACE
Righto, Moosh! Two more points comin' our way, then we're punchin' our tickets to the playoffs. Let's go!
The two big bruises head off camera as the scene faces elsewhere.
Scene opens up in a locker room. Everything is turned upside down. Destruction is the name of the game. Sitting on the floor, back against the wall, smoking a cigarette, Rain Corvin. “Fucking piece of trash. How much of a wasted space a 6’8 and 290 lbs big man can be? That’s what Trevor Ward is a fine example of. I know, I was the one pinned on the mat for the one, two three…
…Guess I thought this was supposed to be a fucking tag team match. Guess I thought I was supposed to have a tag team partner. Well, Trevor Ward, fuck you and fuck this tag team. I would’ve had a better fight if I knew this would be, officially, a handicap match.
I lost.
And against who? Against two fucking rednecks. Two, two-bit idiots of the first caliber. Ryan Samuels. You and I debuted together in this company, but that’s about all we two have in common. I am a high IQ, highly skilled fighter. You? You’re just some piece of trash bound together, as a being, by stupidity.
Want to know what this eye patch is all about? It’s all about lost hopes and crushed spirits. It’s when I lost my fucking naivety as a human being. I always loved the sound of cracked bones, but when this eyepatch became necessary, that’s when I figured out the true human nature. A nature of envy, egocentrism and lack of empathy for one another, as soon as personal interests got in the way.
You want to know more? Want to know the reason of my dark thoughts?
The reason is that I see the world for what it is. A hungry, destructive, desperate environment where only the strongest survive and the weak get crushed.
If our paths clash together again, and I am sure they will, I will gladly show you what this fighter is all about. I’ll make you shit in your hat, put your hat on and ask yourself why is it raining crap, all of a sudden.
Talking about crap, brings me to my other topic. To my former opponent, Jonah Ke’ala.
You’re Dead!
Broken!
Deceased!
What is it Ke’ala? Scared of a bit of a graveyard feeling? Do you scream in your sleep, cry a river while you stand up and notice you’ve pissed in your bed? You are hanging to a lost cause, thinking that gives you strength.
Well.
It does not.
Think you’ve got some dignity and honor because you fight for a dead cause? Pun intended. You think you are strong and that your cause gives you strength? Your cause Is gone, done and over. Your sister is dead and nothing you say or do can bring her back. You think that fighting for the love of the deceased gives you might? You are wrong. All it does is, make you reject reality. What is dead and gone, is dead and gone and can not be retrieved. What you fight for, is actually the love for yourself and your snotty, lost cause, reality.
At least I am honest with myself.
I fight for the love of it. For the burning passion that is the joy of breaking skulls and shattering dreams. I love, love, love to fight. For the fun of it. It gives me strength, to know that I am the best and that I can shatter hopes and dreams of my adversaries.
Want to find out what a true fighter is made of, Ke’ala?
Look no further than at yours truly.
I am a fighter, born. You?
You just plain suck!
That is all I have to say on the matters at hand. No lost words for lost causes. Ah, speaking of lost causes…
…as far as the Team of Corvin and Ward goes?
It’s dead, Jim.
I don’t plan on fighting with that piece of tuna fish in-a-box as a partner, again. Ever again. As far as I am concerned, the two meat bags of Mushi and Mace, they can have this match won on the table.
I forfeit.
And if the powers that be, still want to force me in that match? Well, I’ll fucking consider it a handicap match and will fight on my own for the whole duration of the match.
And that’s all. " |
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Post by Big Time Fights on Nov 16, 2020 1:48:18 GMT
We join this match in progress because Kevin couldn't think of a compelling way to write an extended 2 on 1 match where the faces had the advantage over the heel. Mushigihara has spent a majority of this bout tussling with Trevor Ward while Rain Corvin begrudgingly stands on the apron so he doesn't get fined or fired - Marshawn Lynch style. Every so often, Corvin will lean over the ropes offering a lazy tag but then rescinds his offer just as quickly.
Back in real time though...
Trevor Ward tries to charge Jack Mace in the corner, but ends up running full steam ahead into a boot! Ward is sent staggering away, but the Wrestling Bear comes roaring out with the Flying Bear! A front dropkick that shoots Ward across the ring and impresses Eddie Dante on the floor! Mace gets up and starts clapping his hands together, calling for the Bear Arms suplex! He wraps his arms around Ward's waist and attempts to hoist him up, but Ward fights it and gets his feet back on the mat. He tries to grab the rope, but Rain Corvin pulls back on the ropes.
SAM HEWITT His own partner! This Corvin's a piece of work.
BRIAN SHELZI You're hating on a guy with an eye patch. Maybe he can't see Mace and Ward there!
Ward elbows his way free of Mace and then grabs Corvin by the hair! Corvin tries to fight free, but decides that dropping off the apron might be the best option so he does just that and Ward's throat comes down across the top rope! Mace grabs him in the waist hold and suplexes him to the mat, holding the bridge!
1...
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2...
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3!
Corvin gets in the ring and Mace backs up as he gets to his feet. Mushigihara gets in the ring to back his partner up, but there's no need as Corvin simply spits on Ward and leaves.
BRIAN SHELZI I think I'd rather get my ass kicked.
Mushi and Mace shrug and start trading overhand slaps to the chest before a big hug, knowing they're playoff bound!
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Post by Big Time Fights on Nov 16, 2020 1:48:27 GMT
"The little pineapple that couldn't, huh, bruddah?"
The LRX interview backdrop.
And one angry Jonah Ke'ala.
JONAH KE'ALA
Ryan Samuels, you are right, bruddah. De World Champion and I have a loss and a draw in this tournament so far, but I would think dat you wouldn't be going after the low-hanging fruit. Well… dat's shame on me den. If your big, stupid ass is gonna stoop to tired stereotypes, then let me tell you something, Ryan...
He holds up his finger.
JONAH KE'ALA
You're right. Your ticket is already punched into de playoffs, Samuels. You and dat big bad bruddah Brody already have four points and we're sitting at one. We fought like hell against Jack Mace and Mushigihara and fought to a draw for our only point to show for it. And even with de World's Heavyweight Champion in my side, I gotta call dis an upset based on de situation. Even if we do pull out de upset, still no guarantee we win. Dat means Mushi and Mace gotta fight Corvin and Lane to another draw. So where does dat leave us?
He takes a moment to think…
Then a smile rests across his face.
JONAH KE'ALA
Still with a puncher's chance, bruddah. Dat's something we always got. See… one Ihe! One Spear is all it takes. I got enough power behind me to knock even you two monsters down. You've seen me only get better and better the last two weeks and I heard de whispers… people were talking about us last week. Some teams take time to find dat rhythm, but tonight, I gotta feeling de World Heavyweight Champ and I are gonna dance our way to victory, bruddahs.
Now more determined, he inches closer to the camera.
JONAH KE'ALA
So tonight, you keep running your big ass mouths about what you think I can't do… tonight, Ryan and Brody, it's gonna be YOU looking up at dose lights. Tonight, de little pineapple dat can't is gonna be de little pineapple you can't STOP.
He slaps the camera away, all sorts of fire emojis tonight.
The cameras cut backstage to where we see a man standing in front of a restroom with a janitor's cart in front of the door and a sign stating the bathroom was currently being cleaned. The man seems to be waiting patiently when suddenly we hear loud stomps echoing off the walls and the "Midwest Nightmare" Ryan Samuels storms into the camera's view. RYAN SAMUELS
WATCH OUT! I GOTTA PISS!Ryan barrels into the man waiting with a hard shoulder check, sending the man sprawling across the floor. Ryan kicks over the sign and pushes the cart out of his way as he storms into the restroom. We hear shouting followed by the sound of something being dropped into water before things go silent. RYAN SAMUELS
Hot damn...
After a few moments, Ryan walks out of the restroom, adjusting his belt before stepping over the knocked over man on the floor and walking off. A few seconds later, a roughed up, soaking wet janitor stumbles out of the restroom before slipping and falling to the floor. -------- The cameras cut backstage to the LRX backdrop where the "Midwest Nightmare" Ryan Samuels is standing with his bull rope draped over his shoulders. With a snarl on his face, he looks like a man who is very pissed off.
RYAN SAMUELS
HOT DAMN! All you idiots in the stands really thought that the Hoss Lions would actually lose last week? Really? I know you dumb asses aren't much for math and what not, so here's a lesson. Four is more than two. Four is more than one. Four is the amount of points that my guy "Iron" Mack Brody and I have after kicking asses and taking names! You freaks have been betting against the wrong team! Don't come and jump on the bandwagon now, cause you know deep down inside you are looking at the future World Tag Team Champion! Now take that to the bank and cash it! Haha!Ryan stands there, awfully proud of himself. RYAN SAMUELS
This week Mack and I take on the team of Jonah Ke'ala and the World Heavyweight Champion, the King of Lions himself, David Troy. Now Troy, you have been around a long damn time and you have three KOL titles to your name which is mighty impressive but, come on now. This is a young man’s game and no one has time for the old guy putting around the ring, trying his best to hold on to old glory. Your time has passed, old timer. I can’t imagine how it feels to be the old dog in the yard with all these young pups nipping at your heel, trying to take your place in the dog house. I can tell you one thing, though, I ain’t afraid to take that old dog out back behind the barn and put that old dog down. You have outlasted your purpose, Troy. Get out of the way while you still have any dignity left.Ryan stares at the camera with such arrogance and hostility. RYAN SAMUELS
Then we have Jonah Ke’ala... WAAAAHHHH WAAAAAHHHHH WAAAAAAHHHHH!Ryan begins to mockingly fake crying and rubbing his eyes. RYAN SAMUELS
My sister’s dead and I have to be a professional wrestler. WAAAHHHHHHH! SHUT THE HELL UP! Nobody cares about your dead sister. Hell, people barely care about you, Jonah. The only thing you got going for you is that your hella strong. Besides that, you ain’t shit. I saw your little warning to Corvin last week about not disrespecting the dead, well I fear no man and I surely don’t fear you, island boy. I can’t wait to see what you got when you and I come face to face in the ring. Show me what you got, you stupid little pineapple.Ryan flexes a bit. RYAN SAMUELS
Iron Mack and I are this much closer to shutting all you freaks in the stands up once and for all once we take those tag titles. There ain’t anyone in the back that stands a chance against the Hoss Lions and that’s for damn sure! Now get the hell out of my face! I need a beer!The scene quickly cuts away as Ryan charges towards the camera, throwing punches.
Riel Buck is in the back, talking on his phone. “Yes, you stupid idiot, ‘Lariat Inc’. I want that printed on any damn clothing you can; t-shirts, hoodies, women’s yoga pants, cowboy hats, hell, even on belt buckles. I promised Brody and Samuels they would make a ton of money on merchandise sales and if it kills you, you’re going to make sure it happens!”
He notices the camera on him and grimaces. “I got to let you go. Yeah, I’ve got a nosey cameraman trying to spy on me. Hmmm? Yeah, get it done, and come up with a few good acronyms for HOSS as well. Don’t question me, just do it!”
Riel turns to the cameraman and snaps, “What are you doing here? You’re ten minutes early. Does no one working for his damn company know how to tell time? But since you’re here, I might as well take advantage of the situation. Last week everyone who tuned in got to witness Lariat Inc, “Iron” Mack Brody and “The Midwest Nightmare” Ryan Samuels lay waste to another makeshift team. Now please don’t get me wrong, Rain Corvin is a fine wrestler but even someone of his caliber couldn’t carry the load for his team, and quite frankly, his partner, Trevor Ward let him down and did again tonight. So Rain Corvin, I see a lot of potential in you, so if you want to be a part of a winning team, give me a ring."
Buck clears his throat.
“Now onto more pressing matters. Lariat Inc has already qualified for the playoff round and is just waiting to see which unlucky team is going to have the privilege of losing to them in the next round. Now I can’t speak for Mr Samuels, hell, I can’t speak in a word edgewise for Mr Brody a great deal of the time, but I can assure you that neither man is willing to rest on their laurels. They want to win tonight and go three and oh, just to remove without any doubt that they are the best team in Block B and in fact are the best team in all of Lions Road.”
There’s a loud bang of a door being kicked open and someone yells out, “Where’s that damn ginger at?”
Riel smirks. “But don’t take my word on it. Take it from a ‘global’ level athlete.”
“Mack,” he yells, “I’m over here!”
He wisely ducks as a duffle bag flies over his head and Brody comes charging in.
“What the hell are you doing talking to the camera without me, Buck. I thought we said four o’clock.”
Riel wisely backs away and offers him an apologetic look.
“Sorry, Mack, this idiot can’t tell time. I was just keeping him busy until you arrived.”
Mack eyes him. “You gone done what I asked for?”
Riel nods. “Consider it done.” He points at the cameraman. “He interrupted me while I was talking to my guy.”
Mack Brody laughs and slaps his manager on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over. The big Texan turns to the cameraman and points.
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, otherwise I’d whoop your ass, but I’ve got me a new big, shiny belt buckle and a belly full of beer, so I’ma gonna let it slide just this once. Now David Troy and the lying Hawaiian, Jonah Ke'ala, two two ain’t gonna be so lucky. Me and Samuels, we whooped Mushy and Mace asses and last week, we whooped Corvin and Ward’s, so tonight it’s going to be your turn to be looking up at the lights and counting stars!
“David Troy! You’re the big man ‘round here, so you can be bettin’ that I plan to whoop you ass really good, ‘cause after ol’ Samuels and I finish running you and Ke'ala, and over anyone else who might get in our way to become tag team champions, I’ll be coming for that shiny little buckle you wear around your waist to add to my collection! You might think you’re tough with all that martial art stuff, but boy, when you get your head taken off with my lariat or get sent flying into the stratosphere with a Iron Cross, you’ll find out what being tough is all about.
“As for you, “lying Hawaiian”, Ke'ala, you might think you’re tough, but everyone knows you’re the weak link in that team! So while I’m busy whooping Troy’s ass, ol’ Samuels is going to beat the holy hell out of you and I guara’damn‘tee, that if either of us get a chance, and we will, we’ll take your head off and pin your lazy ass to win this match and clean sweep the lot of you!”
Mack picks up his bag and marches off, leaving Riel by himself with the cameraman. The soulless ginger points at him and sneers.
“Next time, you better wait until you’re told to show up.”
Brody’s big hand comes into the picture and drags Riel away.
“Come on, Buck, we got business to discuss!”
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Post by Big Time Fights on Nov 16, 2020 1:48:41 GMT
MASON MARVELLE
Ladies and gentlemen, your main event of the evening is a Strongest Tag League - Block B bout! It is to be fought over a fifteen minute time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner! Introducing first at a combined weight of six hundred and fifty five pounds... RYAN SAMUELS and MACK BRODY - LARIAT INCORPORATED!
Brody lets out a bellowing yell, Samuels takes a swig of water and spits it out, nearly covering Riel Buck - had he not ducked.
MASON MARVELLE Their opp-
Lariat, Inc. doesn’t allow their opponents to be introduced, opting instead to attack them! Brody grabs the World’s Champion and dumps him to the floor. Such a move would be a yellow card under normal circumstances, but referee Cordell Garner’s got his hands full! The two big men gang up on Jonah Ke’ala and batter him with shots from all sides. Ke’ala to his credit fights back as valiantly as he can, alternating guh punches but the number’s game is too much and the Mauler falls to his knees. Brody and Samuels grab him and Irish whip him into the ropes, then grab arms and execute a double lariat! Ke’ala falls to the mat as Brody leaves the ring, but Troy takes his time getting back to the apron.
SAM HEWITT
A 200 IQ play if there ever was one. Garner isn’t going to start this match until both teams are on the apron and David Troy is buying his teammate as much as time as he can after the double lariat from Lariat Incorporated.
BRIAN SHELZI
This is a recurring theme, Sambo. Troy’s always buying time or bailing him out… so tell me, when does it end? When does the World’s Champion get sick of carrying this kid? He’s super talented, don’t get me wrong but he’s the King of Lions not a babysitter!
Samuels abandons the cover he tried to make and pulls Ke’ala back to his feet. Troy climbs up on the apron as the Midwest Nightmare leads the Mauler from Maui over to the corner and slams his head into the turnbuckle! With Ke’ala in the corner, Samuels batters him with a knee to the gut then several forearm shots. He grabs his wrist and tries to whip him out, but Ke’ala reverses it and pulls Samuels up onto his shoulders…
SAMOAN DROP!
He rolls toward his corner and tags in the World’s Champion. Troy comes in and kicks the chest of Samuels as he’s on his knees then slaps on a front chancery and tries to use his weight to drive the Nightmare into the mat for a DDT but Samuels has other ideas! He throws Troy off, bouncing him off the ropes and right into a forearm shiver! With the champion dazed and confused, Samuels leads him over to Brody who puts his knee up - and has Troy’s head driven into it! A tag is made!
BRIAN SHELZI
Here comes the Iron Horse!
Brody grabs Troy’s head and just wallops him with his big open hand. Troy finds himself in the corner after that shot and Brody doesn’t let him out of it! He sizes him up, punching him in the head and body and dropping him in the corner! Ke’ala’s trash talk gets the attention of Brody who backs up and dares the Mauler to come do something about it and to his credit, Ke’ala tries to jump in the ring but Garner stops him and tells him he has to be legally tagged in. Ke’ala argues his case, but Garner isn’t having it. Brody stands and laughs, egging him on as Samuels pulls Troy’s upper body over the apron and drops an elbow down across his throat! Garner gets wind of what Samuels is doing and yells at him to go back to his corner! Riel Buck gets his two cents in and tells Garner to do a better job officiating and his guy wouldn’t have to throw the champion’s carcass back inside!
SAM HEWITT
Not sure if the audio picked that up but a bit of revisionist history on the part of Riel Buck. Yes fans, I can’t believe it either. Honest Riel Buchanan didn’t get the events right.
BRIAN SHELZI
It all could have been avoided if the Mauler kept his cool.
Troy is whipped into the corner and Brody comes charging in like a runaway train, blasting him with a shoulder tackle as he staggers from the corner! Troy is sent back into the corner and starts to fall, but Brody grabs him and walks around with him... trash talking Ke'ala before chucking Troy like he's weightless! Fallaway slam across the ring! Ke'ala starts pounding the turnbuckle pad, trying to rally his partner on but Brody mocks him by stomping the mat with his boot. He reaches over and tags in Samuels, who comes in and pushes Troy against the ropes and blasts him with a European uppercut! He steps aside and lets Troy fall to the mat and follows it up with a big elbow drop! He rolls Troy onto his back...
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2-NO!
Samuels pulls Troy up by his hair and smacks him back down to the mat. Garner warns him that he'll issue a yellow card if he does it again, but the Midwest Nightmare ignores it and asks Ke'ala if he wants some too! Riel Buck is getting in on the chirps too, all the while Mack Brody has got his big foot on Troy's throat! Troy kicks violently, trying to breathe before Garner turns around and throws up a yellow card!
MASON MARVELLE
Mack Brody has been issued a yellow card - his first public warning!
Riel Buck gets up on the apron to protest it, but Garner threatens to throw him out! Troy starts crawling toward Ke'ala, but Samuels quickly grabs him and puts a stop to it. He slings Troy into the ropes, but the World's Champion slides between his legs! Samuels turns around and eats a standing dropkick that stumbles him, Troy rushes to his feet and hits the ropes...
LEG LARIAT!
err...
maybe not.
Samuels catches him and nearly puts him down on the mat, but instead roars back up and slams him down with authority! A powerbomb! He covers!
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3-NO! Ke'ala breaks it up!
SAM HEWITT Just in the nick of time!
Ke'ala and Samuels start throwing shots at each other and Samuels actually eats a shot that seemingly rocks him because he starts clinching Ke'ala and tries to prevent him from firing any more shots, he drags him over to the Lariat, Inc. corner and Brody grabs hold of him! Samuels clobbers him with a shot and Brody throws him down! Ke'ala heads back to his corner, licking his wounds as Buck hops up on the apron and checks on Samuels. Garner warns him again, but Buck shouts him down!
BRIAN SHELZI I'll side with Buck on this one. He's making sure that Ryan Samuels is A-OK after that illegal blow from Jonah Ke'ala.
SAM HEWITT What part of it was illegal?
BRIAN SHELZI That was more than ten seconds.
SAM HEWITT Not before the punch it wasn't. You want to watch the replay?
BRIAN SHELZI You guys can manipulate the clocks and camera angles all you want, I know what I saw.
Brody comes in as Samuels heads to the apron. He pulls Troy up to his feet by his wrist and throws up his arm to announce he's going to decapitate the World's Champion with a lariat. He swings...
AND MISSES!
Troy ducks underneath it and pretty well headbutts the corner pad in desperation, allowing Ke'ala to get into the match! He climbs the ropes and leaps off and... well, he throws his body at Mack Brody!
SAM HEWITT Uh, well, it was effective! Whatever it was!
Indeed, Brody goes down and Ke'ala gets up... clocks Samuels on the apron again as Brody fights back to his feet. He fires off a few headbutts to the big man, backing him up into the ropes. Ke'ala grabs him...
AND BODY SLAMS HIM!
The small crowd here in St. Louis pops loud! Ke'ala rips his shirt off, but doesn't get time to be too fired up as Samuels is back in and battering him from behind! Garner yells at him to leave the ring, but Samuels goozles Ke'ala and chokeslams him into the mat! Garner gets up in his face and orders him back to the apron and tells him he's revoked his save! Brody rolls over to his corner for the tag, forcing Samuels to hurry back there to tag in. He keeps arguing with Garner as he begins to pull Ke'ala up...
SMALL PACKAGE!
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3!
Riel Buck's "WHAT!?" is a shriek heard throughout the building! Ke'ala doesn't get any ounce of time to enjoy his upset as Samuels begins putting the boots to him. Brody gets in there and joins in on the fun. Troy is on the floor and frantically looks under the ring for something to grab, pulling out... a wooden chair! He slides into the ring, Buck alerts his men to the champion's presence and Brody turns around...
THWACK!
The crack of wood over Brody's head echoes as loud as Buck's shriek moments ago, but the Iron Horse stands tall - on'ry and mean with the remnants of the chair over his head. Samuels has turned his attention to the champ too and Troy looks like he's up shit creek without a paddle. The champ says screw it and charges between both men, jumps out of the ring and quickly pulls Ke'ala out. To his surprise, Mushigihara and Jack Mace come walking down the aisle to back him up, ensuring that Lariat, Inc. don't try to continue their attack.
BRIAN SHELZI Well, they're friends now but there's a tiebreaker match to be had as a result of Troy and Ke'ala's win. They are both at three points and they'll have to meet again to decide who advances into the final four. I've seen friendships dissolve for less, Sambo.
SAM HEWITT The Burning Hammers, Seville & Bingham, Lariat Incorporated, they've all advanced into the playoff. Next week, either Mushigihara & Mace or Troy & Ke'ala will have to win three matches in one night if they want to win the Strongest Tag League and become World Tag Team Champions. That's a tall order for any team on any given night, but these sixteen me-well, fourteen have been at war for the last three weeks.
BRIAN SHELZI You're not even mentioning the fact that it's cross-block, too. After the tiebreaker, they'll have to fight someone from Block A so you tell me how you prepare for THREE TEAMS?
SAM HEWITT I'm afraid I can't, but we'll only have to wait until next week to find out. For Brian Shelzi, I'm Sam Hewitt and we'll see you back here next Monday night to decide the World Tag Team Champions!
Ke'ala refuses help from Mace while Mushigihara checks on Troy. Buck is yelling at them as the show closes.
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Post by Big Time Fights on Nov 17, 2020 4:56:50 GMT
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