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Post by Big Time Fights on Dec 2, 2020 23:59:14 GMT
Cold Open.
Rain Corvin, serious look on his face.
“Trevor Ward pissed off into nothingness. That's’ good, because Trevor Ward is a huge waste of space. He can be good as a grocery seller or bread baker. Maybe even as a living punching bag. Yet not as a wrestler. Go fuck off, Ward, make something out of your life. Something that’s not wrestling. Because wrestling is so far out of your reach, it makes Saturn appear close for grabs.
Even Jeremy Squire is better than you!
Yeah, even Squire.
And what do you know. Jeremy Squire is my next opponent in the Iron Road tournament. What can I say about the famous Squire, that’s not been said before. The greatest bubblegum chewing champion, ever. The reigning Table tennis against a wall, champion. And the most fierce woolen socks during summer wearer, ever.
I should not underestimate him. He’s AJ Knights protege, after all. If I piss Aj Knight off, he might even be bothered to show at ringside eating fish and chips, wearing a WWF and Save the Whales, T-shirt. He might even go so far as to be able to find his inner fire again and start winning against sand bags.
Because, sure as hell, he can’t beat forty year old's in semi retirement.
I do not underestimate people. I say what I think, plain and simple. And what I think is that the wrestling world needs Jeremy Squires. Not Trevor Wards, though. We can’t all be winners. Losers have their own place in this world. If the world was full of Muhammad Ali’s, there would be no winner, because there would be no loser.
Plain and simple.
If Jeremy Squire would be a bit younger, I could say he was a promising rookie. IF he wasn’t birthday Nineteen Forty five. Its sad that the lad won’t go past promising fart of the year, though. But I guess he is good enough to be AJ Knights protegee. I shouldn’t piss Knight off though…
…wait, I went through that once.
Squire, bring up your best fighting spirit in the upcoming match. Don’t be a Trevor Ward. I know you suck, just forget about that for a moment and think you’re playing badminton against your granny. I know for a fact that you can pull off an elbow drop against a dead rat. Try that against a living fighter and you might even succeed, for once.
Succeeding even for once will put you in a fighter’s level. Maybe, even maybe at a Jonah Ke’ala level. I saw him cry, because a shit fly passed away in front of his face. He became so emotional he ripped his t-shirt off and tried to cover the shit fly with it.
The fly’s death gave him facial herpes and he expanded his cosmo to a galactic level, able to make it to winning a match against Ryan Samuels, who clotheslined a baboon because the baboon stole Samuel’s bananas.
What do I want to say with all this.
All I want to say is that this fucking place is a fucking zoo. We got apes, elephants and shit flies. Well, Trevor Ward is off the bat, so that’s a plus. We’re out of flies. Thus we might want to find some other insect to kill, just so that Jonah Ke’ala can find some fighting spirit and reason to fight in the upcoming night.
Ryan Samuels?
He’s as delicate as an elephant in a porcelain shop. Well, he doesn’t need to be delicate. He’s a fucking fighter, and by calling him such, I am making him a favor. He’s better than Ke’ala at least. He can clothesline a street lamp and make it look difficult to perform.
It is the Iron Road, Ladies and gentleman.
Well, no Alexander Irvine or Julian Cutlass.
All we got is Jonahs and Samuel’s.
But that will do for this night.
And what about Rain Corvin?
What about me?
Well, I’m a really quiet fella…
…when asleep."
SAM HEWITT From the gateway to the west - St. Louis, Missouri! Tonight, it's the Iron Road. Four fighters will compete in our annual fall tournament. Jeremy Squire, replacing Trevor Ward will meet Rain Corvin in just a few moments while Jonah Ke'ala and Ryan Samuels will finally meet one on one after weeks of animosity. The winners of those two bouts will battle it out in the finals of the 2020 Iron Road and one of those four men will join the likes of James Edwards, Alexander Irvine and Mushigihara as winners of the Iron Road tournament. Plus we've got the debut of Luke Marshall, former rugby star in Australia and of course the big title eliminator between Hammerstein and "Iron" Mack Brody. It's a loaded show, so let's send it Marvellous Mason!
MASON MARVELLE Ladies and gentlemen, this is a semi final bout in the Iron Road tournament and 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 from Calabria, Italy! He weighs in at two hundred and twenty two pounds - RAIN CORVIN!
Corvin adjusts himself.
MASON MARVELLE His opponent from Providence, Rhode Island! He weighs in at one hundred and ninety nine pounds - JEREMY SQUIRE!
Squire does a quick break dance and gets up, quite proud of himself.
MASON MARVELLE Your referee for this bout is Cordell Garner!
Referee Cordell Garner checks over both men before calling for the bell. Given both men utilize a variety of kicks, it's no surprise they start off in striking stances and decide to find the range between them. Squire goes for a leg kick as Corvin tries a palm strike, but neither strike connects and instead Squire finds himself in a rear waist hold. Corvin tries to make something of this position, but Squire executes a standing switch and ripcords Corvin into a flying knee! Corvin is stumbled by the shot and falls on the mat, Squire raises his arms as though he's won. Garner tells him to back off since he didn't follow up and begins the ten count.
BRIAN SHELZI Jeremy Squire is a frustrating case, Sambo. He has some good tools in his tool box, he's a solid striker - as we just witnessed. His high-flying skills are terrific and we haven't got many high-flying fighters here in Lion's Road. He's just too focused on goofing off. If he quit the dancing, the screwing around and the showboating, he could be a viable threat here. I mean, look at this right here - he just put Rain Corvin down with a knee strike. He absolutely should have followed up, but instead he goes right to taunting and acting like it was an instant knockout.
Unfortunately for Squire, it's not - Corvin is back up on his feet by four. Squire and Corvin take their respective corners and begin anew, but this time Corvin comes out with a little more fury - blasting Squire with multiple leg kicks. He follows it up with a rolling savate kick, sending Squire into the corner. Corvin charges in, but Squire moves and he hits nothing but turnbuckles. Squire begins hitting him with a barrage of kicks to the chest, then leaps onto the second rope and delivers a headscissors whip that sends Corvin from corner to corner! He gets up in a hurry, but Squire comes in with a bicycle kick - Corvin sidesteps it and delivers a roundhouse kick! Squire goes down to a knee...
RUNNING DDT!
Squire's head spikes the mat! Corvin covers!
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3!
SAM HEWITT A quick victory for Rain Corvin to advance to the finals of the Iron Road, but maybe not as quick as most folks were anticipating. Jeremy Squire showed some seldom seen skill here in this match. It's certainly a performance he can take something away from.
BRIAN SHELZI Like I said, I think if he cuts out the taunting and gets serious - he can be a threat. Rain Corvin? He's already a threat. A terrific martial arts background and a small selection of pro-wrestling attacks such as that DDT, he's going to be trouble for whoever he meets here later tonight.
Corvin exits the ring, brushing past AJ Knight who strolls down the aisle and gets in to check on Jeremy Squire.
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Post by Big Time Fights on Dec 2, 2020 23:59:33 GMT
LRX Interview backdrop.
Nothing too fancy.
Just how the next guy likes it.
JONAH KE'ALA Hello, LRX fans and thanks for da great response I've gotten de last couple of weeks. Much appreciated. I hope dat you fans out dere had a great and safe Thanksgiving with your loved ones… and now it's back to de grind for me. De Strongest Tag League came and went and while David Troy and I didn't beat God-Bears to move on, I SHOWED through dis tournament dat I will NOT be taken lightly any more and cause of that, I earned dis spot in tonight's Iron Road tournament.
He takes a moment to gather his thoughts.
JONAH KE'ALA And tonight, I got de opportunity of a lifetime when me and three other men will meet to put demselves up next to James Edwards, Alexander Irvine and Mushigihara and take dat next step to further your careers. Well, for me, de name of de game is redemption and I gotta couple of scores to settle tonight if I want to cement my place among de greats!
He seethe and rubs the back of his head remembering a couple of weeks ago.
JONAH KE'ALA The one people REALLY know about is up first, bruddahs. Dat's YOU, Ryan Samuels. You got de name right. Fighting you over and over again has been nothing BUT a damn nightmare. You have dragged my name through de damn mud the last few weeks. You've called me… den HIT me with de damn pineapple because you're a disgusting human being. Well, tonight, Ryan, say what you want. Do what you want cause tonight, oh great Midwest Nightmare…
It's time to WAKE DE FUCK UP and put you behind me!
Feeling more confident, he presses on.
JONAH KE’ALA And Jeremy Squire, no offense to you, my friend. I've never met you, I know little about you, but you aren't who I want in de finals, bruddah. Tonight… I want Rain Corvin! Rain, while you beat me in our first match, your little whiny attitude about not being part of de Strongest Tag League made me sick and just proved dat you're a hypocrite. You who likes de fight… cried your way out of a tournament just cause you didn't like de partner dey gave you. You STILL like to say I suck? You took de damn ball and went back home to your momma's basement to see which eye dat patch would look better on!
He shakes his head in disgust.
JONAH KE'ALA Like I said, you beat me, but I've grown from dat first match in Lion's Road, bruddah. I've gotten better! I kept fighting! And now dat I know you're a great cheap shot artist I'll be ready if I'm standing across from you. I also kept a promise I made weeks ago dat if you continues to disrespect de dead, dat you'd pay, Rain, and of course you did just dat bringing up my sister. I beat Samuels when he did the same so I hope you take something from dat. I hope dat's you in the Iron Road finals! Cause if it is, I will tell you right now… if you don't walk de other way like you did in de Strongest Tag League then tonight, I make no idle threats and I make no empty promises…
Jonah pulls the camera in close.
JONAH KE’ALA …I will RUN THROUGH YOU and take my place as de winner of Iron Road 2020.
MASON MARVELLE Ladies and gentlemen, this is a semi final bout in the Iron Road tournament and 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 from Hawaii! He weighs in at two hundred and sixty four pounds... JONAH KE'ALA!
Ke'ala pounds his chest, then kisses his fingers before pointing to the sky.
MASON MARVELLE His opponent from Tribune, Kansas! He weighs in at three hundred and twenty pounds... RYAN SAMUELS!
Samuels spits out of the ring.
MASON MARVELLE Your referee for this bout is Robbie Morris!
Jonah Ke'ala and Ryan Samuels lock-up and the Midwest Nightmare bulls the Mauler from Maui back into the corner. When referee Robbie Morris calls for a break, Samuels opts to goozle Ke'ala - putting his hand on his throat. Ke'ala responds by firing back with several heavy knife edge chops breaking Samuels' grip and backing him up. Ke'ala grabs him by the wrist and tries to whip him, but Samuels halts and swings wildly - connecting with an overhand forearm club that doubles Ke'ala over. Samuels keeps beating him down with several more, then yanks him to his feet and shoots him off the ropes... but Ke'ala rebounds with a headbutt! Samuels is staggered, Ke'ala is also but takes a few steps back before charging at Samuels...
SAMUELS SCOOPS HIM UP... TOSSING POWERSLAM!
Ke'ala lands hard near the ropes and Samuels runs up and baseball slides into him, sending him out to the floor.
SAM HEWITT Two heavy hitters going as hard as we expected them to given their recent history. Samuels is of course upset that Ke'ala managed to score a victory over him during the Strongest Tag League and wants to get that win back badly.
BRIAN SHELZI And we see what he's willing to do!
Samuels yells at the timekeeper to get out of the way and goozles Ke'ala once again, then tries to chokeslam him through the table. Ke'ala however fires back with a knife edge chop to get out of it again, this one directed at the head/neck. Samuels drops him and falls to his knees, Ke'ala takes a moment before grabbing him from behind and hoisting him up - Samuels punches him in the head repeatedly and gets set back down! Ke'ala recovers and goes for a headbutt, but Samuels moves out of the way and Ke'ala catches himself. He grabs the ropes and gets back inside as the count reaches seven, Samuels climbs up onto the apron behind him. Ke'ala pulls him inside and shows off his strength...
BRIAN SHELZI Look at this!
He scoops the three hundred and twenty pound Samuels onto his shoulders and does a full squat before delivering a Samoan drop! He gets up and rips off his shirt, then beats on his chest before pointing to the sky. He rushes to the corner and is seemingly sizing Samuels up for the Ihe, his variation of the striking spear also known as the Gore. Samuels gets up and Ke'ala's head is cracked by a knee! The Mauler from Maui goes down in a hurry and Morris backs Samuels up into the corner and quickly checks Ke'ala out. After some confirmation, he begins a ten count and Samuels is none too pleased about that.
SAM HEWITT Ryan Samuels is chomping at the bit to get his hands on Jonah Ke'ala, but he might very well have a knockout win on his hands. Or a DQ loss if he can't be patient and let Ke'ala get back up or be counted down.
BRIAN SHELZI It's adrenaline, Sambo. Oh my...
Ke'ala gets up, bloodied by the counter knee and Samuels is all smiles! Morris calls for the match to continue and Samuels adjusts his elbow pad and circles his prey...
then rushes in...
LARIAT-NO!
KE'ALA DUCKS!
BACKDROP DRIVER!
Ke'ala holds the bridge!
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2...
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3!
Morris calls for the bell. Bloody Jonah Ke'ala jumps to his feet and throws both arms up in celebration as Ryan Samuels sits up with a stunned look on his face. He holds three fingers up to the ref, who nods, telling him it was a three count. Samuels gets to his feet as Jonah continues to celebrate his victory. Samuels is furious and gets in Morris' face, screaming all sorts of venom at him. Jonah, celebrating, sees this and tries to intervene. He puts his hand on Ryan's shoulder to pull the big cowboy away from the referee, only to be dropped to the mat hard by a violent lariat from Samuels! Samuels stomps violently on the fallen and bloody Ke'ala, screaming at him between stomps but the Mauler from Maui does the only thing he can do and rolls out of the ring. Unfortunately, Samuels is in hot pursuit! He nails Ke'ala from behind with another lariat!
SAM HEWITT My goodness!
He continues to stomp away at Jonah's head and body before pulling the dazed man to his feet, and with every once of strength in his body, drives Jonah Ke'ala head first into the steel ring post! A bloody imprint is left on the post as Ke'ala falls to the ground. Ryan storms over to the ringside assistant and pushes him off his chair before grabbing the ring bell. He turns back to Ke'ala, who is now on all fours with blood just pouring out of his head. Ryan gets a running start before baseball swinging the ring bell straight into Jonah's face with vicious fury! A group of referees and security guards crowd the ringside and separate the two men. Ryan continues to scream all sorts of hate at Jonah as he is escorted backstage. The cameras turn back to Ke'ala as two referees help him to his feet, blood flooding his face. They slowly make their way back stage as the cameras turn back to Sam Hewitt and Brian Shelzi.
SAM HEWITT ...
BRIAN SHELZI I can't say I condone that. Not for a minute, that's a sore loser right there, Sambo.
SAM HEWITT Jonah Ke'ala advances to the finals, scoring another pinfall win over Ryan Samuels... but I don't know if the kid's in any shape to face Rain Corvin in the main event. We'll have to check it out, let's send it to break guys and get someone out here to clean up this blood - it's everywhere!
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Post by Big Time Fights on Dec 2, 2020 23:59:44 GMT
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Post by Big Time Fights on Dec 2, 2020 23:59:52 GMT
Camera footage starts up in what appears to be a living room, with an Aussie flag in the background, we can hear footsteps growing closer and closer towards the camera, as the footsteps reach the camera we can see a redheaded man in a nice Navy Blue suit sit down in front of the camera, looking straight into the lens.
LUKE MARSHALL
Hello there Lions Road, you more than likely have no bloody clue as to who the hell I am, Hell, I don't blame you. but count this as an introductory session between us. My name is Luke Marshall, I am a former Australian National Rugby League player, I played for the Wests Tigers, that was my hometeam, that was my club... I played that game for my whole life... and now after my successful career in rugby winds down, I'm lookin' to expand my repertoire like other Aussies before me by going into the world of professional wrestling. Now, you might be thinkin' to yourselves here "But Luke, what makes you think you can go toe to toe with some of the best heavyweights in the world in your debut year?" That's just the thing. I don't think I can do that, but what I can do is give the best fight I can and prove to everyone at home that I am worth the time, and I am worth your approval by giving my all when I step inside the squared circle. Now I am making by debut here in Lions Road against some local talent under the name Phil Dixon, now i'm not gonna be like some other people debuting in wrestling saying I am worth more than just some local talent in my debut, I am content with this being my debut match... because I gotta earn other matches in this company somehow, and this is a great first step in doing so, if I can give a good fight here then the management will see that I have a lot of potential here, and I am well worth the place on a card sometime in the future. So I thank you all for the time today, and consider this my introduction to Lions Road, I look forward to showing you all what I can do in the near future.
And with those final words, Luke reaches up and turns the camera off.
Luke Marshall wins the lock-up, then does a go behind before heaving the bigger Phil Dixon up into the air and then down onto the mat. He does a quick switch, applying a front chancery but doesn't quite know where to take it from there which allows Dixon to get up to his knees, then his feet and plow Marshall into the corner turnbuckles! Marshall releases his hold and Dixon breaks clean. The two circle around, engaging in a lock-up again but this time it's Dixon who gains the upper hand and slaps on an arm wringer. With Marshall's arm straightened out, Dixon lines up his elbow and drives it into the Aussie's bicep! The impact drives Marshall to his knees and Dixon applies a better grip, holding the arm under his own arm and pushing down while wrenching it upwards. Unable to figure out the escape to this hold, Marshall makes his way to the ropes.
SAM HEWITT Fans, if you're just joining us - we're in the midst of a bout between Phil Dixon and former Australian Rugby League player Luke Marshall. Marshall has shown some solid athleticism so far but is undoubtedly a bit green.
BRIAN SHELZI He lacks polish, but that's nothing that in-ring experience can't fix. You get pair him up with some of the great veterans or managers here in Lion's Road and Marshall will be a star in no time. His athletic prowess isn't in question, that's for sure - rugby's a tough sport and this cat was a star!
Marshall and Dixon tie-up again, Dixon takes control with a side headlock but gets shot off into the ropes by the rugby star. Marshall rushes to the adjacent ropes and the two meet in the middle with a Freight Train-like pounce! Big Phil Dixon is sent flying with velocity seldom seen, especially someone on the smaller side of the heavyweights in Lion's Road like Luke Marshall. Marshall maintains control, pulling him to his feet. He tries for a suplex, but Dixon blocks it and tries for his own but Marshall blocks that and pulls free, hitting a discus big boot! Dixon is staggered, Marshall grabs him and drives him to the mat head-first with a spinning brainbuster! Upon impact, he flips Dixon onto his back and slaps on a sleeper hold with the hooks in - the Jaws of the Croc! Dixon tries to pull Marshall's arm down, but is ultimately forced to tap!
BRIAN SHELZI Well, there's one move you don't need to be a seasoned fighter to utilize - a rear naked choke, the sleeper hold - whatever you want to call it, Luke Marshall just used it to score his first victory in professional wrestling!
Marshall gets to his feet and raises his arms in victory, climbing up to the second rope before letting out a yell! He hops down and sees Phil Dixon sitting up and extends his hand, Dixon looks at him disappointed but accepts the gesture and Marshall pulls him to his feet and gives him a quick hug and a pat on the back as he shakes his hand. Dixon raises Marshall's hand in victory as we go to break.
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Post by Big Time Fights on Dec 2, 2020 23:59:56 GMT
Cameras catch up to Riel Buck as he walks through the backstage area. He’s talking on the phone, clearly trying to calm down whoever is on the other end of the line. “Now take it easy, Mack. You have plenty of time to get to the arena before your big match… Well if you would use the GPS I bought you this might not be a problem.”Mack can be heard screaming obscenities and Riel quickly covers this phone to muffle his voice. He waits a few seconds before replying, “Of course I’m not saying you have a terrible sense of direction. I’m just saying that if you’re planning to drink a few beers on your way to the arena it might help to have something to help you keep focused on getting here.”Mack yells something else and once again Riel covers his phone to muffle the big Texan’s voice. He looks at the cameraman and holds up a finger to state he needs a minute before talking to Mack again. “No, Mack, you’re absolutely correct. You should be allowed to drink all you want while you’re driving. Tell you what, I’ll send my intern outside to keep an eye out for you. When he gets here you can make him carry your bag. I got to go, the camera crew is here… Yeah, they can’t wait for you… Well, then hurry the fuck up and get here so I don’t have to do all the talking, you big goon!”Mack can be heard making a noise, possibly laughing. Riel shakes his head and turns to the cameraman. “Lord help me. I’ll be lucky if that man doesn’t toss his duffel bag at my head again when he finally makes it here.”Riel combs his fingers through his hair and smooths down his jacket, before going straight into promo mode. “Ladies and gentlemen, for those still among you who are living under a rock, my name is Riel Buck and I am the manager for “Iron” Mack Brody and adviser to “The Midwest Nightmare” Ryan Samules, collectively known as ‘Lariat Inc’. Now then, it might not seem like it, but the boys and I are all feeling a bit tense these days because we feel that two weeks ago Brody and Samuels were robbed of becoming the World Tag Team Championships and you can bet your bottom dollar that I plan to have my lawyers bombard the championship committee with demands for a title match as soon as possible. In the meantime though, another opportunity has fallen into our laps that is just too good to pass up.”He pauses for a moment to smirk at the camera. “A few weeks back Jason Cashe was fired by Lions Road for conduct unbecoming of a competitor and in his absence I void at the top of the card was created. Jason Cashe was the number one contender for the King of Lions Championship, currently held by David Troy, and with his firing another number one contender needs to be determined. In one corner, it’ll be the former King of Lions Champion, Hammerstein, and in the other it will be the six foot eight mad man from Fort Worth, Texas, “Iron” Mack Brody.
“What makes this match even better is that Hammerstein is the man responsible for costing Brody and his partner the World Tag Team Title when he illegally pulled down the top rope during the match between Lariat Inc and the Burning Hammers, thereby causing Brody to fall from the ring and incapacitate him long enough to be counted out. Hammerstein, you are going to pay for that tonight, ‘Brother’, because not only is Mack Brody going to whip your ass from pillar to post, he’s also going to defeat you and be one step closer to becoming the next King of Lions Champion.”
Riel glares at the camera. “Then you can go home to my sister, who ‘SPOILER ALERT’ is pregnant with twins and tell her how much of a fuck up you really are. You broke my heart, Hammer, when you made this personal and stole away Lariat Inc’s chance at becoming World Tag Team Champions. Tonight, Brody and I return the favor, seven fold.”Off camera there’s a loud bang and Mack Brody yells out. “Where’s that goddamn lousy ginger!”Riel calls out, “Coming, Mack.”He smirks at the camera and turns to go.
“Hammerstein, we’ll see you in the ring.”
The show switches to the locker room, where The American Monster Jacob Hammerstein sits, alone, in his area. His head is bowed, his dark hair obscuring his face.
HAMMERSTEIN Before I address my match with Mack Brody, I wanna say something, something some ain't gonna like. But, when have I ever given a good goddamn about what people like and don't like. So, here goes.
The name of this company, Lion's Road, isn't just a catchy name for a wrestling company. For me... and a lot of other members of this company... it's a goddamn way of life.
You have to earn your spot on this Road. How do you earn your spot? . You gotta be willin' to get kicked in the mouth, look at the guy, spit out the blood…. and maybe a few teeth... and say, "is that all you got?" You gotta be willin' to eat two punches to land that one knockout blow.
The American Monster punches his taped right fist hard into the palm of his taped left hand.
HAMMERSTEIN You gotta celebrate your victories on the move, because you sure as hell can't rest on your laurels here. You gotta eat your losses, digest them, and hope to learn from the shit that's left.
In short, you gotta want it more than you want your next breath.
Hammerstein raises his head. There's not a hint of malice, nor one of pity in his eyes. There's only purpose.
HAMMERSTEIN You sure as hell don't earn it by makin' inappropriate comments to a female co-worker and gettin' yourself fired so you can dodge a sure ass kickin'.
The Tag Team Champion pauses for a moment and sighs before continuing.
HAMMERSTEIN Iron Mack Brody, you're one big sonofabitch, and a tough one at that, and you got a pretty decent manager there in my brother-in-law, Riel. This won't be the first time we've hooked 'em up, but it will be the first that the stakes are as high as they are tonight.
So, do you got what it takes to earn your place, walkin' the Lion's Road?
I aim to show the world that the only place you've earned is on the junk heap on the side of The Road, right next to the rest of the wannabes, beggars, and hangers on.
Hammerstein gets up from the chair and looks at the camera crew.
HAMMERSTEIN Now get the hell outta here. We're done.
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Post by Big Time Fights on Dec 3, 2020 0:00:04 GMT
MASON MARVELLE Ladies and gentlemen, this bout is a King of Lions Heavyweight title eliminator and is to be fought over a fifteen minute time limit with one fall, one submission or a knockout to decide the winner!
Marvelle turns to Brody and Buck.
MASON MARVELLE Introducing first from Fort Worth, Texas! Accompanied to the ring by his manager, Riel Buck. He weighs in at three hundred and thirty five pounds... "IRON" MACK BRODY!
Brody throws up the hook 'em horns and howls.
MASON MARVELLE His opponent from the Tohono O'odham Nation Reservation in Arizona! He weighs in at two hundred and forty one pounds... "THE AMERICAN MONSTER" HAMMERSTEIN!
Hammerstein makes some final adjustments to his attire.
MASON MARVELLE Your referee for this bout is Jerry Roberts!
With a wave, Roberts heads to do his last duties before the bell.
SAM HEWITT Well, this is our co-main event tonight. Originally scheduled to be Jason Cashe vs. Hammerstein, but through some clever maneuvering - taking advantage of a situation, Riel Buck has got "Iron" Mack Brody in Cashe's place. The winner of this match will meet David Troy for the KOL Heavyweight title in two weeks time, 12/21 in Chicago.
BRIAN SHELZI Buck's a businessman, Sambo. Cashe can't keep himself out of trouble for more than ten seconds and blew his opportunity to not only get Hammerstein in the ring one on one, but blew his chance to get close to the King of Lions. Hell, he even lost that belt he was carrying around here for weeks... and guess who he lost that to? Jacob Hammerstein. In this guy's opinion, he got himself fired to duck this fight.
Referee Jerry Roberts checks both men over and calls for the bell. That sound starts the fury as the two men lock-up and Hammer uses his smaller stature to push up on the larger Brody, backing him against the ropes. A clean break? Nope, try shot for shot! Hammer and Brody begin taking turns pounding the piss out of each other, telling one another to try again! Hammer staggers him with a headbutt, then a second... and a third! He grabs the wobbled Brody and Irish whips him into the ropes, Hammer ducks an incoming lariat - bounds off the ropes and smashes him with a flying shoulder tackle! Brody stumbles back and falls into the ropes, but doesn't go down. Hammer calls for a lariat of his own, but Jerry Roberts tells him not to do it! Hammer tells him he better move and rushes in...
Roberts dives for cover!
Hammer throws his whole body into the Cactus clothesline and takes him and Brody over the top rope and to the floor! Riel Buck is throwing a fit, yelling at the referee about it being a disqualification!
SAM HEWITT I hate to admit it but Riel Buck does have a point, but it also states in the rule book that a referee can't call what he can't see. Jerry Roberts rightly ran for cover, but ex-wrestler or not - you don't want to get caught between those two.
BRIAN SHELZI No arguments from me!
Hammer and Brody battle on the floor, much like their last encounter in the semi finals of the Strongest Tag League. Roberts is out after them, shoving Riel Buck aside as the Soulless Ginger gets in his face. Roberts somehow manages to corral them back to the ring, Brody gets back inside and Hammer climbs up the corner. As Brody gets up, Hammer hits about as graceful as a somersault plancha as you'd expect out of someone who's known as the American Monster. Nonetheless it hits and Brody goes down! Hammer begins stomping away on him, but Roberts tells him he needs to back up and let Brody get off the ropes. Begrudgingly, Hammer obliges but as soon as Brody is back up - Hammer tries to rush him but winds up eating a big boot! Hammer is stumbled by the shot, but gets completely run over by a wild shoulder tackle! Brody is slow to get up...
BUT HAMMER ISN'T!
Hammerstein gets up, jumps on Brody and pummels him with shots as he's on all fours! Buck is yelling at Brody to fight back, Hammer rolls him on his back and sneers at Riel as Roberts counts but only gets a two! Buck gets on the apron and starts yelling something about his sister, which draws Hammer's ire and attention. He lunges over the middle rope, narrowly missing a handful of Buck's suit - which could have only been approved by Boyd Pierce. Hammer's lack of focus on his opponent costs him as Brody comes charging at him, dropping his leg across the back/neck of Hammer - driving him down into the middle rope with three hundred and thirty five pounds behind it! Brody backs off at Roberts' request, allowing Riel Buck to slap Hammerstein across the face. Although gasping for air, Hammer rolls under the bottom rope and tries to give chase to Buck but Brody slips out on the opposite side. Buck doesn't have to duck, given Brody's height - his massive arm causes a draft over the Ginger's head as the lariat drills Hammerstein on the floor! Brody lets out a howl as he throws up the horns, then climbs back inside the ring. Hammerstein gets checked over by Jerry Roberts.
SAM HEWITT A hellacious lariat from Mack Brody flattens Hammerstein on the floor, Roberts is out there to see if Hammerstein is able to continue and if so, he'll have ten seconds to return to the ring before a knockout is rendered.
Buck is applauding Brody as he continues to taunt inside the ring. Hammerstein responds to Roberts, giving him all the right answers and the referee jumps back inside the ring to start the count.
BRIAN SHELZI Riel Buck is giving Hammer an earful! As a former manager, I can certainly respect what he's trying to do... but Hammerstein is a different kind of cat. All these chirps are just going to spur him on and light a fire under his ass.
Shelzi, a former manager of Hammerstein in his own right, seems to be on the money because after not moving until the count of five, Hammer is back on his hands and knees at six. Buck is still giving him the business, but Hammer seems to be ignoring his interest in smashing his head off of his shoulders. He grabs the bottom rope and Brody darts towards him, Roberts grabs him and tries to hold him back. Buck grabs Hammer by the hair!
HAMMER PUNCHES BUCK!
Buck goes down in a hurry! Brody slings Roberts aside as Hammer gets up on the apron, he tries to drive his shoulder into Brody's midsection but "Iron" pulls him through the ropes and forearms him down to the mat. He stomps him a few times, then backs up...
BIG LEG DROP!
Brody rolls on top of him!
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3-NO! FOOT ON THE ROPE!
Brody yanks it off and demands Roberts count again.
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Brody yells at Roberts as Hammer rolls back out of the ring. Roberts threatens to issue a yellow card, but Brody snarls back that he doesn't care - it's Buck's money paying the fines! Brody exits the ring and sizes up Hammer, who's trying to get back to his feet on the floor. He charges in, but Hammer...
BACK DROPS HIM ON THE FLOOR!
Brody sits up, holding his back in pain as Hammer tries his best to recover quickly. The American Monster grabs Brody and yanks him to his feet, driving him back first into the ring apron and then working some punches into his side and lower back. Hammer then grabs him and stuffs him under the bottom rope and back inside the ring, but drops to his knees to take a breath before entering. In the meantime, Brody has rolled out the adjacent side of the ring and is back on his feet. He pushes a rising Buck aside and grabs a steel chair, Roberts yells at him about using it which gives Hammer a heads up.
CHAIR SHOT!
...but it hits nothing but apron!
Hammer gets out of the way! He crawls across the floor, trying to get back up but is still discombobulated from the hellacious lariat. He grabs the guardrail and pulls himself to his feet...
CRAAACK!
The chair finds its mark across Hammer's back and Roberts calls for the bell, disqualifying Mack Brody! Roberts gets out of the ring and tries to stop any further chair shots, but Brody yanks the chair back from him and threatens to hit him! Buck yells at him not to and Brody lowers the chair, but we soon see why...
DUKE WOMACK!
IN A WHEELCHAIR!
He wheels down to the ring and Buck turns around to see him, rolling his eyes. Buck marches up to him...
RIEL BUCK Aren't you a STAND UP guy coming out here!
WOMACK GRABS HIM BY THE TIE!
Buck flails his arms wildly as Womack cocks his fist, but Brody makes a mad dash and hurls the wheelchair over onto its side! Womack and Buck both go down, but Womack takes the brunt of it and Buck gets up and tells Brody they gotta go! Hammer comes flying around the ring, swinging a chair but narrowly misses Brody and Buck as they high tail it down the aisle. He doesn't even notice Womack until he chucks the chair down, but by now a slew of officials have rushed to his side to check on him, including Brian Shelzi.
SAM HEWITT Fans, this evening has gotten out of hand in a hurry and we've still got a main event yet... well, maybe - I don't know. Jonah Ke'ala is backstage receiving medical attention, but there is still no word on whether or not he's been cleared to compete! Mack Brody has been disqualified in this contest, which means Hammerstein is now the number one contender to David Troy and the KOL Heavyweight Championship... and Duke Womack, our boss, was just thrown out of his wheelchair! This is pure chaos! We need a break - guys, send it to commercial. Please!
Before we can go anywhere, a bloodied Jonah Ke'ala pulls himself off the bench as the medical staff trying to get him to lay back down. The security guards jump in to help. As Womack is being helped to the back, Shelzi sees what's going on with Ke'ala and begins waving his arms as if to say "no, no, no!" Jonah Ke'ala, bloodied and barely able to walk, pushes through the crowded area and storms out the curtain. Back at ringside, a determined Jonah Ke'ala, bloodied and heavily bandaged, marches down to the ring. He slides in and begins to yell to get the things going. We see Brian Shelzi make his way down to the announcing area, putting his headset back on.
BRIAN SHELZI **** me, this job is stressful.
SAM HEWITT What's going on here?
BRIAN SHELZI Ke'ala IS not cleared to wrestle, but he is refusing - outright refusing to give Rain Corvin the forfeit victory. He wants to compete for the title and when we come back, I guess it's going to happen!
SAM HEWITT You guess?!
Our final commercial break!
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Post by Big Time Fights on Dec 3, 2020 0:00:08 GMT
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Post by Big Time Fights on Dec 3, 2020 0:00:15 GMT
The match is underway as we come back from commercial!
SAM HEWITT Parents, you might want to put your kids to bed early for this one...
Rain Corvin has Jonah Ke'ala down and in the corner, keeping the big man at bay with some well placed stomps. After three forceful kicks, Ke'ala tries to get to his feet but Rain connects with a standing dropkick in the corner, dropping Jonah back down! Rain takes a step back and taunts Ke'ala by sticking his thumb down in his opponent's face. Referee Cordell Garner warns him about it, threatening him with a yellow card.
SAM HEWITT Corvin thought he might be getting ahead with that, but it seems to have done the opposite!
Indeed, the Mauler from Maui jumps to his feet, grabs Rain around the neck and throws him into the corner. Ke'ala begins unloading a series of violent corner chops! Rain is able to duck one of the chops, and rolls out of the corner before connecting with an enzuigiri! The kick causes Jonah to fall to his knees which opens up an opportunity for Rain to nail a picture perfect roundhouse kick right to the bandaged head of Jonah Ke'ala! Garner tells Corvin to back off as he checks on him, but Ke'ala pushes him before getting back to his feet.
BRIAN SHELZI What is this kid trying to prove!?
Rain tries to grab Ke'ala who throws his arms up and tosses Rain into the middle of the ring with a hip toss! Rain quickly sits up right as Ke'ala bounces off the ropes and nails a sliding shoulder tackle! Both men are down! Jonah is slowly getting to his feet as Rain rolls into the corner. Seeing a chance, Rain runs and bounces off the ropes before connecting with a nasty running DDT! Rain goes for the cover!
SAM HEWITT This is what finished Jeremy Squire earlier tonight! Could it be curtains for Ke'ala?
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Kick out by Ke'ala! Rain doesn't look too happy and gets to his feet as he waits for Jonah to get up. The bandage covering the deep cut on Ke'ala's forehead is falling off as the big man slowly stands up. Rain again bounces off the ropes and looks to be going for another running DDT...
BUT JONAH EXPLODES WITH A HUGE SPEAR!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
Jonah gets to his knees as does Corvin. Ke'ala bursts forward and hits with a headbutt that stuns Rain! Another one connects and Jonah is fired up! He gets to his feet and pulls Corvin to his. Suddenly, Rain steps back and drills Ke'ala with a Fade to Black superkick! The blast causes Jonah to stumble back and fall through the top and middle ropes to the floor. Rain drops to his knees as Garner begins to count Ke'ala out.
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Corvin gets tired of waiting and tries to exit through the ropes, but Garner grabs a waist hold and yanks him back into the ring and demands Corvin follow his command. Corvin has some choice words and the two get into an argument. Ke'ala uses the guardrail to pull himself to his feet, but a violent lariat sends him right back down!
SAM HEWITT What the hell? It's Ryan Samuels! Didn't he do enough earlier?!
Corvin sees what's going on and seems a bit frustrated about Samuels stealing his thunder and tries to break free of Garner, but the referee is done with being disrespected tonight and prevents Corvin from intervening. Samuels hops the rail and grabs a chair, then sits it down as he pulls Ke'ala up to his knees...
AND SMASHES THE CHAIR OVER HIS ALREADY BLOODY HEAD!
Ke'ala crumbles and the blood covers his face, Samuels ditches the chair and goes back to Ke'ala, grabbing him by the ears and getting his arms bloodied up in the process. Garner turns around and catches Samuels red-handed and exits the ring, yelling at him to get out of here. Samuels is livid! He tells Garner that he can't protect Ke'ala like that! The Hawaiian is clutching the ring skirt, pulling himself - or trying to pull himself up into the ring as blood spills onto the ring mat. Garner calls for Dr. Pierson, who doesn't even look at Ke'ala's cut before telling Garner he needs to stop it. However, Corvin snatches him away, pulling him inside the ring. Bloodied and barely able to stand, Ke'ala's eyes meet Corvin's, who shoves an upside down thumb in his opponent's face and locks on the Ode to the King, his Cobra Clutch. Pierson is telling Garner to stop it and the senior referee quickly obliges. Corvin drops Ke'ala at once and exits the ring.
SAM HEWITT Mercifully it's over and Rain Corvin reigns supreme as the 2020 Iron Road winner!
Corvin yells at the booth, telling them to bring his trophy backstage. Medical officials quickly attend to Ke'ala, who's being quickly bandaged up as a stretcher is brought out. Rain Corvin stands with his arms raised as stage hands bring his trophy backstage at his request.
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Post by Big Time Fights on Dec 8, 2020 4:52:56 GMT
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