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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jul 11, 2018 22:25:28 GMT
Redemption 125 Iron King Night 1 July 23rd Arena Monterrey Monterrey, Mexico
***DARK MATCH***
Horace Jackson vs. Asger
(Horace came down to the ring first to crickets. Even though the crowd was already packed from hearing BAD ASS was opening the show, they couldn’t give a crap about this seven foot tall lackey. ‘Cut The Cord’ by Shinedown played and the usual boo worthy Asger got a few cheers from the Mexican crowd. Asger got in the ring and stared down Horace, which got Horace to flex on Asger and go nose to forehead with him. Not intimidated one bit by the size advantage, Asger secured him in a deep hug, lifted him off his feet, then threw him the air with a belly to belly release suplex! Horace grabbed his spine in pain as the bell rang. Horace tried to get to his feet but a big size fourteen boot across his back put him right back down to the mat. Asger showed off his power by picking Horace up from his back and deadlift german suplexing this massive man! Surprisingly Horace kicked out, but this just enraged Asger. He yanked Horace up to his feet, shoulder rammed him into a corner, then came in with a huge european uppercut that lifted him up off his feet! “OHHH”s from the crowd as the slow, yet relentless Asger picked up Horace by his neck. Having enough of being manhandled, Horace screamed and broke Asger’s hold, then headbutted him! Asger backed off as Horace primed for a running lariat! He attempted one but he fell right into Asger’s trap. A duck and a hook around his back put Horace on Asger’s shoulder. Before Horace could wiggle out Asger dropped to his butt, smashing Horace’s spine in with the Thor’s Hammer!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Asger went for the pin and got the three count.)
WINNER: Asger Ahlberg via PINFALL @ 5 minutes, 25 seconds.
***ON AIR***
(The camera slowly fades in. We get a shot of Nina Stokes once the picture fully comes to life. She’s seated on a bench backstage just outside the women’s locker room. The camera zooms in on her. As it does, it focuses on her eyes. There was a particular look in them, though, it was difficult to tell what said look was.)
NINA STOKES: Yeah, I knew it wouldn’t be long before yall showed up here.
(Her comment is addressed to the camera crew. Her tone is a bit gruff.)
NINA STOKES: Forgive me if that came off rude or harsh. That wasn’t my intention. It’s just—
(She pauses for a moment.)
NINA STOKES: I’ve been thinking about shit over the past couple of weeks, you know?
(There’s another pause.)
NINA STOKES: I’m going to share some heart to heart shit. If you’re down with that, perk up those ears. If you’re not? Oh well.
(She takes a moment before she begins.)
NINA STOKES: Professional wrestling isn’t an interesting career choice for me. It’s not a game. It’s not a hobby. No—it’s a way of life. Because ever since my brother introduced me to it, I knew I wanted to be a wrestler. I faltered sometimes. And at times I went away from the path. But my passion and love for this business brought me back each and every time. But I didn’t just want to wrestle. I wanted to wrestle and be successful. I wanted to wrestle and be the best…
(Nina takes a second to rub her chin.)
NINA STOKES: Part of being the best? That’s winning that big championship.
(She leans her back against the wall.)
NINA STOKES: I’ve had a lot of spectacular championship reigns. My Hard Knox Wrestling Bloodlust reign was the first of its kind. My feats as the HKW Lionheart Champion probably won’t be replicated again. I took asses and names on my way to winning the Fight One Fury Championship. And of course, there was my stint as the Gladiador Del Hell…
NINA STOKES: But I’ve never won that world championship, you know? I’ve never won a company’s top prize. Under The Coliseum Lights was my first opportunity. And I fai—
(Nina catches herself before she finished that word. She then shakes her head and snaps her fingers.)
NINA STOKES: Actually, I didn’t fail to win the Rebirth Championship. Failure would mean I didn’t fight with all my might. Instead, I just had my jets cooled. Yeah, that’s a better way to put it.
(She nods her head.)
NINA STOKES: There’s a reason why both Anastasia and Frisky D needed to hit me with both of their moves to send me out of the match. And that reason should be pretty obvious too. You see, both of them knew that if they didn’t nail those moves, then I was going to have my hand raised that night. There’s very little doubt about that.
NINA STOKES: It’s cool though. All’s fair in love and war. But there’s something the two of you both need to understand. Under The Coliseum Lights and its end result aren’t going to deter me. When all is said and done, people are going to wish I won the Rebirth Championship that night. Because now? Now I’m even more motivated. And if you aren’t sure what that means, ask some of the best in the world what happens Nina Stokes is highly motivated.
(Her words linger in the air for a few moments. She then lets out a sigh.)
NINA STOKES: But tonight, I’ve got another matter to deal with. Mason Daniels…
(A small smirk appears on her face.)
NINA STOKES: Believe it or not, I’ve been waiting on this match. Why? Because you are in debt to me, Mason.
NINA STOKES: Do you all remember my debut match here in Phoenix? Kelli and I were having an amazing bout, one for the ages. Well, until Jade showed up and fucked everything up. She got her just do when I beat her ass.
(Nina snaps her fingers.)
NINA STOKES: Here’s the thing though—Jade isn’t a leader. She’s a follower. She’s a pawn. She a puppet. And who is the person who was pulling her strings that night? Mason Daniels.
(She shakes her head. Nina then turns a bit and stares into the camera’s lens.)
NINA STOKES: You owe me, Mason. You owe me for trying to fuck up my grand entrance. Tonight, your going to pay on that debt. Not with money. Not with a check. No—I’m going to beat the mess out of you. I’m going to kick your head off and send into tumbling into the tenth row.
(The camera shortly fades out.)
STRIKING ONLY BRACKET A
ALPINE: Alright folks, time to kick off the 2018 Iron King Tournament! We're here in the packed Arena Monterrey to bring you Night one of the action! Striking only is the rule set, and with how many powerful strikers are in this tournament, we're bound to see some stoppages.
RODZ: BRING ON THE KO'S!!! JUSSSSSSTTT BLLLLEEEEEEEDDDDD!!!
ALPINE: I'm sure you'll get your fill Johnny. Up first in action is former PW World Champion, now CGFC Divine Champion taking on part time wrestler and part time model Chase Manni Bryant. How do you see this one going Johnny?
RODZ: With Chase being decapitated on live TV.
ALPINE: Eww. Let's hope not.
BAD ASS (c) vs. Chase Manni Bryant
(Once ‘Headstrong’ hit the place erupted. Out came BAD ASS staring a hole through Chase Manni Bryant. Bryant refused to make eye contact with BAD ASS and cowered in the corner. Oz Oxford Jr. had to push back BAD ASS who was raging to put away Chase Manni Bryant quickly. The bare knuckled BAD ASS was anxious to go bare fisted in the opening round, and it showed as he giddily bounced in his corner as his name was announced. Shortly after the bell rang and BAD ASS quickly came out with a blitz of body strikes, putting Chase on his back! Oz separated BAD ASS from Chase and administered a ten count. Chase was able to push back up by seven, to which Oz asked him if he wanted to continue. He nodded. BAD ASS modified his attack to the legs, chopping away at the running Chase. He tried to run and cut angles but BAD ASS cut him off every time with those brutal leg kicks of his. “OHHH!!”s were heard through the arena. The third one in caught the back of his knee flush, buckling Chase. Another one to the outside of the joint completely knocked him to his ass. Once again Oz did a ten count, and somehow, someway Chase was able to pick himself up to his feet. Oz warned him that if he dropped one more time, he would be forced to call the match. Chase nodded and immediately was met with a leaping uppercut from the crouch, aka the Tiger Uppercut! Chase flew in the air, landing on the mat unconscious with blood trailing from his mouth. Oz called for the bell.)
WINNER: BAD ASS via KNOCKOUT @ 59 seconds.
ALPINE: Did BAD ASS just knockout Chase with one of his pro wrestling finishers?
RODZ: He did. And it has never looked more impressive.
ALPINE: Chase looks really hurt from that uppercut. We gotta get some medics down to the ring.
RODZ: He fulfilled exactly what he said he would. And paid tribute to Sagat. Good times.
(A confident, non-sweaty, totally not even in the slightest out of breath BAD ASS takes the mic from a ring girl. He patiently waits for ‘Headstrong’ to silence, then speaks.)
BAD ASS: I’d like to apologize to all you people who paid to see me. I wanted to give you more of me. Really, I’m truly a fighting champion. See, I like fighting as experience makes me a better fighter. Unfortunately, I didn’t get much experience tonight.
(BAD ASS turns to Chase walking away with his team looking disappointed.)
BAD ASS: And that’s fine, I totally expected this kid to not know a goddamn thing about anything related to striking. He’s an emaciated flip machine, not a banger. But you would’ve thought that this kid would’ve AT LEAST taken one boxing lesson. He was blocking with his face like Rocky out there, which doesn’t make sense to me as this guy is a model. Why the fuck wouldn’t you do all you could to cover your face? That’s the only thing you can make money on, being you’re a failed fighter and wrestler.
(“OHHH!!”s from the crowd as BAD ASS nods with certainty.)
BAD ASS: Here we got an underwear model who thinks all he has to do is sign his name on the dotted line to compete in that profession. Bullshit. This punk kid doesn’t do press conferences. He doesn’t do promos. Hell he doesn’t do a single thing to promote the fight. All he does is post selfies of himself of Twitter. Maybe if he spent less time jacking off to himself on Twitter and more time in the gym he might be worth something instead of a boring douche who can’t perform. But enough of that wack lil’ trick, I got a big fight coming up next month. Me and P3. He doesn’t really deserve a title shot, but whatever, I want to fight so he’s gonna get his ass kicked. I don’t care if I’m training for P3 and competing in the finals of IK, I’ll fucking do both!!
(Cheers from the crowd as he looks around with intent.)
BAD ASS: You hear that James Andrews and Chris Edward!?
(A staffer whispers something to BAD ASS who nods.)
BAD ASS: Sorry they both look and act the same. Edward Chris! Andrew James! Whichever one of you clowns advances, heed my advice. Tighten up your sloppy bitch striking and prepare for my knees of mass destruction!!
(BAD ASS shows off a little muay thai clinch demonstration with three really high knees before leaving the ring.)
Chris Andrew (c) vs. James Edwards
(Chris came out to a decent pop from the crowd as he was accompanied by his wife Mandi. She coached him on the way to the ring, hyping him up even though he was still quite banged up from Under The Coliseum Lights. James Edwards got a more favorable reaction from the crowd as he raised a single bare fist on his way to the ring. Chris could be seen looking nervous in his corner, catching deep breaths as Mandi gave him positive words of encouragement. James was cool, calm, and collected as he stood in his corner, awaiting that bell. The bell rang and both men squared up towards the center, with Chris looking quite tentative. He did a lot of evasion and blocking, almost refusing to engage with James. James went up and down the body, hitting Chris body kicks, jabs, and leg kicks and keeping Chris guessing. A solid body barrage got Chris to cover up his sore ribs, and from there James smashed Chris in the head with a head kick! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Chris dropped and Oz administered a count. Chris was up by six, with Oz checking to see if he was okay to continue. Chris nodded with Mandi yelling out “GET HIM CHRIS!!” The encouragement from his wife hyped up Chris, and caused him to come in with some kicks of his own. A leg kick to the outside hit, then two were evaded with a snap jab from James. That pissed off Chris and he ran right in at James chin first into a spinning backfist from James! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as the shot caused Chris to nearly hit the mat. If it weren’t for the ropes, he’d be done. His back bounced off the ropes, leading him right into another spinning backfist that dropped Chris to the mat in a daze! Chris went to stand but Mandi threw in the towel for her man, not wanting to see him get knocked out.)
WINNER: James Edwards via RTD (Opponent Retired) @ 1 minute, 25 seconds.
ALPINE: James Edwards gets the strangest win I’ve ever seen in a PW ring! I have a feeling Chris was still feeling the effects of UTCL, and that clearly put a damper on his training.
RODZ: No excuses! Every night in the ring is a battle. Chris got his ass whooped. In front of his wife. Damn.
ALPINE: At least he didn’t get knocked out. Mandi was just trying to help persevere her husband’s career.
RODZ: If she wasn’t there, he’d be concussed, no question.
The Twin-Nisher vs. Sandy Makel
(Twin-Nisher came out to ‘You’re The Best’ by Joe Esposito to a rousing response from the crowd. Fin was in his corner, patting his brother on the shoulder on his way to the ring. Once in the ring Twin showed off an array of awesome kicks, ending with a delayed axe kick. If you thought Twin got a good pop, you ain’t seen nothing yet. ‘Animal Style’ by Billy Clyro hit and the place went nuts for international wrestling legend Sandy Makel. He smiled to the adoration as he made his way to the ring. Once in the ring he stared across to Twin, who pointed at him, walked to the center of the ring, then violently pointed at the ground. Sandy laughed as Twin returned to his corner. Oz rang for the bell and Twin quickly came in the aggressor with a jab-jab-cross-knee to body-uppercut which sent Sandy in defense mode! The crowd were on their feet as Twin poured it on with body kicks as Sandy covered his head. Twin got too cocky though and left himself defenseless, allowing Sandy to fire back with a hook to the liver! The smack could be heard across the arena as Twin backed off with a complimentary smile. This allowed Sandy a little breathing room as he circled Twin and periodically fired off a jab or a leg kick as Twin recovered. But it was a leg kick too many that left him open for a hick kick from Twin to the head! Luckily for him Twin’s kick grazed his forehead, allowing Sandy to get in close and clinch. Before Oz could separate them Sandy poured on the elbows in a barrage, getting the crowd hot! When Oz broke them up a trail of blood could be seen leaking over Twin’s eye. The elbows only made Twin angrier as he stormed in on Sandy with a deep teep kick that sent him crashing to the pads! Twin followed with a flying knee but Sandy rolled out of the corner in time, causing Twin to miss. He went to attack Sandy on the turn around but Oz was in his face checking that cut. He requested a doc in the ring, who checked out the cut. Within seconds the doctor was waving off the action, declaring Twin no longer fit to continue. Fin could be seen on the outside freaking out.)
WINNER: Sandy Makel via DOCTOR'S STOPPAGE @ 4 minutes, 05 seconds.
ALPINE: Twin has never looked better in the ring. It’s just a shame that the fight ended like this.
RODZ: He’s a pro wrestler, he’s used to fighting with blood in his eyes! Bullshit!
ALPINE: Regardless Sandy Makel will move ahead. He’s known more his grappling acumen, which we will hopefully get to see next round.
RODZ: Don’t get me wrong, Sandy ain’t no slouch on the feet. Would’ve liked to see this go longer.
**Commercial**
(There was Mr. Nakamura again, with a leash on a ...Tiger. A pretty one. Casually walking to wherever it was, Mr. Nakamura paused in his movement to watch a man run out of breath as he was attached to his Boxer. It seemed as if he was not used to a lot of running. That dog was giving him life and all he wanted to do was head home.)
MR. NAKAMURA: Looks like that guy could use a can of OhnoCola!
(That Boxer drags him along as the man was bent to his knees to catch a break. Panting as the dog dragged him off, Nakamura pulled an unusual colored can from his pocket of his grey dress pants he was wearing to match his grey blazer. It was a gold-colored can rather than the usual red with the white stripe underneath the letters. It was gold and white. He showed it up nicely to the camera.)
MR. NAKAMURA: Drink Ohno~Cola and maybe you will feel like a Champion. Actually feel like an Iron King! Introducing our new version we like to call Ohno~Champion! Same taste but with an extra kick of energy, that will turn you from whack to a beast. Come get a taste of what it feels like to be an Iron King with our newest version.
(Nakamura eyes the man and his dog that were shown earlier. The dog was long gone as the owner was on the ground, leash in his hands.)
MR. NAKAMURA: Don’t be like that guy. Be a Champion. Come buy Ohno~Champion while supplies last!
(Nakamura shook his head before walking off as the commercial ended.)
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jul 12, 2018 20:56:40 GMT
(Aurora is seen holding up a set of striking pads for her partner Masaru Inoue, both wearing simple black gear though Masaru’s looks far more ‘MMA Combat’ and Aurora’s is more casual. It’s easy to see that his fist striking she’s having no problem holding the pads but there are little winces and digging in of heels with his kick strikes, and after a bit she signals for a break. She sets the pads aside as he spits out a mouthguard and makes a face at the taste of it which is almost comically kid-like including a stuck out tongue and a ‘bleah’ noise. Aurora laughs and hands him a towel and a bottle of water before she steps back, rotating her arms and wrists to shake out the tingles.)AURORA: There, all limbered up. Are you excited? I mean more about showing off your pure striking skills of course...MASARU: ...I wish, maybe, for a harder trial than this? I need a higher, more brutal class of foe to get the blood pumping and excitement flowing than this! It’s almost rude, I know, but I look at this one and I see no heart, no soul. Not much of a feast for a man, especially a man like me! I need good food to eat!(Aurora shows a bit of a sympathetic look, she clearly understands what Masaru means and she sighs a bit before she takes a sip of her own water, thinking about something if the look in her amazing green eyes is any indication. She puts the bottle down even though her fingertips are still toying with it as she looks sidelong at Masaru.)AURORA: I know, this is more of a snack. But sometimes we must make do… whet the appetite so to speak. Let me ask you something a bit more serious?(Masaru nods, pouring a bit of the water over his head and sighing at the coolness of the liquid on his skin. He looks different, as the cameras zoom in a bit and the reason is clear - all of his piercings are replaced with skin toned studs to keep them out of harm’s way so to speak, and most people are just likely to think of him with a face full of gleaming metal.)MASARU: You may always ask me anything, Lady Rori. Anything at all!(Aurora laughs, then finishes her water before she looks back at him the same way as before.)AURORA: How much do you like the idea? Not just of being an Iron King, but to be that first Champion, to hold that new title?(Masaru stills, and for a long moment that just drags out he’s silent, his eyes half closed as he gives the question serious thought.)MASARU: I like it very much. To be first, I think, would be quite fitting for me! When I think about it, I think of great things I could do with this. So… I shall!(The pair hit forearm to forearm then as the cameras go ringside.)Sherry Diamond (c) vs. Giles Whitmor
(Giles was first to make his way out to crickets. The former bare knuckle brawler screamed out “I GOT THIS IN THE BAG!!” before holding up his rocky bare fists. He then trudged his way to the ring to no music and stepped into the ring. He proceeded to go to his corner, resting back against the ropes and not even looking to warm up for Sherry. ‘One Finger and A Fist’ by Drowning Pool played, and out through the curtains stepped Sherry to a fairly big pop from the crowd. The CGFC Imperial Champion pounded her fists at the entranceway and this made Giles laugh. She simply smiled on her way to the ring and calmly entered. She took her corner, imitating Giles, even with the stuck out gut to imitate his beer gut. He shook his head with an angry grin and the bell rang. Giles ran right at her with some big shots, to which she displayed some Ali-esque head movement and footwork as she dodged them. This didn’t stop Giles from plowing ahead with punches aimed for the head, and never connecting. It was a highly telegraphed haymaker that lead to his demise. Sherry saw her opening and smashed her shin into his jaw, knocking him out with a right head kick!! “HOLY SHIT!!” from the crowd as Giles laid on the mat in a heavy daze and a drooping jaw.)
WINNER: Sherry Diamond via KNOCKOUT @ 41 seconds.
ALPINE: GOOD LAWD SHERRY JUST BROKE GILES JAW IN RECORD TIME!
RODZ: And that was the end of the career of a mediocre British brawler. You will not be missed.
ALPINE: He was entirely too cocky considering the high level of competition he was taking on. Just because you had a match with the Rising Phoenix Champion does not mean you’re ready for a striking match with a Caged Glory champion.
RODZ: Well he at least he lost to some of the best in wrestling and MMA. That’s something noteworthy, right?
(Sherry spits her mouthguard out as the medics check out Giles Whitmor and she accepts a bottle of water from her corner person as she sees the camera turn on her. She takes a few sips and then dumps the entire bottle of water over her head before she shakes it and sends water droplets spraying everywhere. She sees how they’re checking his jaw after obviously having heard something when she hit him and she turns back to the camera and drawls out in that thick Texas accent.)
SHERRY DIAMOND: Might gonna have to wire his jaw shut, but that ain’t gonna matter much he didn’t seem one for talking much no how.
(Accepting a towel she wipes the sweat off before she wings the towel off into the crowd.)
SHERRY DIAMOND: Can’t wait to find out… next one up after this. Hope it’s interestin.
(After that she guffaws a huge brassy laugh and heads off to the back to clean up.)
Masaru Inoue vs. Fenix Shields
(First to make his way out to the ring was Fenix Shields to no music. He looked to the sound booth and said “what the hell?” They shrugged their shoulders as they couldn’t find his music. Fenix cussed under his breath as he made his way to the ring. He took his corner and rotated his neck, flexing it out as he prepared for his opponent. The lights dropped and ‘Nightlight’ by Silversun Pickups began to play, getting the crowd going with a loud mixed reaction, but mostly boos as Masaru has a reputation for his time with HELL. Masaru could care less as he made his way to the ring under a pale blue spotlight and showed off his blue on black ‘INOUE’ mouthguard to the camera. Aurora was in tow to coach her partner as they made their way to the ring. Masaru calmly entered and took his corner, staring ahead to Fenix as the lights went on and his theme ended. WIth both competitors ready, Oz rang for the bell. Masaru was the aggressor off the bat with some leg kicks that made Fenix back up.. Fenix wagged a defiant finger at him and came in with some body shots of his own, alternating two leg kicks and a body kick. But Masaru on instinct caught the body kick, leading to a warning from Oz. Masaru threw the leg down, kicked it, then came in with a high knee to the chest! Fenix tried to back off and cover up but Masaru was on him. Aurora yelled for him to go to the body, and that he did with a pro wrestling move of all things as he yakuza kicked Fenix in the same spot on the chest, dropping him to the mat. Oz quickly got between the two and counted. Fenix made it up by the five count and nodded that he wanted to continue. Masaru made him pay for that with a couple of hard jabs to the face, then two chopping leg kicks to the left knee! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Fenix dropped to one knee, leaving him right in range. Aurora screamed out the move, and Masaru went for it, delivering the Killshot! On Fenix! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Fenix dropped to the mat. Oz stepped between them and counted. Somehow, someway Fenix stumbled to his feet at nine. But all it took was a look in those glassy eyes for Oz to rule the stoppage.)
WINNER: Masaru Inoue via TECHNICAL KNOCKOUT @ 3 minutes, 37 seconds.
ALPINE: What a TKO for Mazzy as he takes the win against Fenix with his own finisher!
RODZ: See, this is why I fucking love Masaru Inoue. He, much like BAD ASS is showing this hating ass world that pro wrestling moves can legitimately fuck you up in a real fight.
ALPINE: PW has had a reputation for years for recruiting people with combat sports backgrounds, so it doesn’t surprise me. Fenix was on a roll after that big win over Chase, but now must go back to the drawing board.
RODZ: Nah what he needs to do is show up to press conferences when he’s scheduled. You’re not a big enough star to do that. You’re Fenix Shields, not Nick Diaz.
(Recordings was now shown from earlier in the night. The CGFC Dragon Champion, Jason Jackson and “The Collective” Tony Tira stood face to face, man to man as they stood in a face off, both taunting each other as Jason stood over the shorter Tira but that didn’t stop Tira from continuing to try push Jason’s temper.)
JACKSON: Boy you stand little to no chance against me tonight. You are done!
(Tony took a step forward, getting up into Jason’s space, as he took his index finger and lightly placed it on Jason’s chest as he stood his ground.)
TIRA: I’ll take the little chance I have to knock your ass on the canvas.
(Jason smiling as he shook his head before push Tira back a couple steps without much power. That led to both PW and CGFC Staff intervening between the two before it went any further. It was a hassle keeping the two apart but the numerous staff members got the job done, saving for the match that was coming up next.)
Jason Jackson (c) vs. Tony Tira
(Tira came to the ring with Geno and Frankie, with Frankie singing a live version of ‘Nice Work If You Can Get It’ in Spanish. As much as Frankie is hated in the states, the fans were loving his rendition. Tira was all business, sunken eyes staring straight ahead at the ring as he tapped his jaw with his fist. He quickly cracked his neck before taking the steps and taking his corner. Once Frankie finished Tira bounced on his feet and stared to the curtains for his challenger. ‘Monster In Me’ by Texas Hippie Coalition blared through Arena Monterrey and got the crowd on their feet for the CGFC Dragon Champion Jason Jackson. He nodded his head to the adoring crowd with a smile, even knuckle butting a few fans before making his way into the ring. He took his corner opposite Jason and the staredown was immediate. Tony then started jaw jacking, which brought on Jason jaw jacking. His theme silenced and the bell rang. Right away these two bulls came at each other with something to prove. Jason and Tony traded blows in the pocket, most of them being absorbed but a shot here, shot there getting through their defenses. The crowd was on their feet for the aggressive banger as neither fighter wanted to backdown. Tony kept on peppering the body with jabs, keeping Jason switching his blocks from stomach to head and circling out to avoid some shots. He tried to keep Tony at bay with jabs but Tony just ate them up and waded in. Jason went for a hook and Tony did a perfect duck counter into an over the top hook, putting Jason on his ass! Jason looked shocked that he dropped like that and picked himself up by the three count. Oz got out of the way as Jason ripped into with some big shots, forcing Tony to back up and look for a counter. He went for a lunging counter uppercut and Jason did a perfect parry and scored with a heavy elbow to the face, followed to a big leg kick to the right leg that sent Tony toppling down! Oz counted and Tony got up at four looking pissed.
Frankie screamed on the outside “don’t get in the phone booth with him!!” Tony tried to remain his compose and pressure Jason just enough to see if he could counter. Jason went for two jabs to the face, then a big spinning back kick to the ribs that Tony caught! Before Oz could separate them Tony smashed Jason in the ear with his free hand, sending him stumbling! Frankie freaked out on the outside to finish as Tony lunged in with some big shots to the covering up Jason. One got through and opened up a thick gash on his cheek. While Tony pulled off his Ttay In The Wind combo finisher, Oz lingered nearby for the stoppage. Everyone was on their feet, rallying JJ with “JASON!!” chants. He fed off those chants, and caught Tony in a muay thai clinch as he pressured him against the turnbuckles. Since Tony wanted to snatch and hit, Jason showed him how it was done by rotating out of the corner and smashing in Tony with four hard knees! The fourth dropped Tony to the mat, and Oz was there to warn Jason about clinching too long. He then started a count as Tony remained on all fours, dripping blood on the mat from a cut over the bridge of his nose. He stood up at eight to reveal a broken nose, to which Oz asked him if he wanted to continue. He said “are you shitting me?” Oz stepped out of the way and the two got at it again.
Tony tried to cover his face a little more but this only allowed Jason to deliver some vicious body shots. Tony ate more than his fair share of rib and liver shots before getting lucky and clipping Jason with an uppercut to the chin. Jason smiled to the shot, shook it off and came back in with a leaping body kick to the liver, dropping Tony to the mat! With him having dropped thrice, the match was ruled a TKO! Tony was up to his feet shortly after, saying “I CAN STILL FIGHT!!” Oz waved it off as Jason celebrated.)
WINNER: Jason Jackson via TECHNICAL KNOCKOUT @ 8 minutes, 03 seconds.
ALPINE: It doesn’t matter if you can still fight Tony. You dropped thrice, you’re out.
RODZ: Still though, what a fucking scrap! Those two showed us what a stand up war is all about!
ALPINE: Hate Tony Tira all you want, you can’t deny the man for going toe to toe with a top champion in MMA for over eight minutes.
RODZ: He’s a tough son of a bitch, but so is Jason Jackson. We’re lucky to be getting this legend in our ring on his retirement tour.
ALPINE: Indeed.
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jul 12, 2018 21:02:48 GMT
(We come back from the break to see A and A with Jade, hyped for her Iron King debut backstage.)
Azazel: This is a huge step for you Jade. Last week, you beat Kelli and now you are gonna take your first step in being a champion here. Asger and I are happy to be at your side and watch you fight tonight.
Asger: We fight too!
Azazel: What our friend is trying to say is we want a little fighting action too. We think it would be a good idea for us to send a clear message by taking out Mason tonight.
Jade: No, that is not going to happen; not tonight. We need to be focused on what is important. Tonight, that is my match. There will be time for Mason later. Tonight, I take out Zola Star and move onto the next round of the tournament. Let Mason do his own thing; we will make him pay later.
(Asger looks a little angry, but Azazel settles him quickly.)
Azazel: We understand.
Jade: Good.
(Jade turns her head for a moment and the two men look at each other, shaking their heads in agreement.)
Jade Akana vs. Zola Star
(Making her way to the ring first was Zola Star smiling and waving to the hispanic crowd. Big pop for the former RISE, now SSWA star as she made her way to the ring slapping a few hands to ‘Well Dressed’ by Queen Herby. She slid through the ring ropes and posed for the crowd before making her way to her corner. Her theme silenced and ‘Cut The Cord’ by Shinedown played. Out through the curtains came Jade with her bodyguards so to speak, Asger and Azazel. The trio received boos on Jade’s walk down the aisle, her eyes locked on Zola who waved her on. Jade gave a mouthguard smile and entered the ring. Her theme silenced, and Oz rang for the bell. The two met in the center and right away it was an slobberknocker! There was a little coordination in there, but for the most part this is the type of fight you would see in a bar in Montreal between two hockey loving women of opposing teams. Both women grabbing each other’s sports tops and using the other hand to bash in their faces. Oz got between the two, nearly copping a feel as the two would not separate from their top grips. He eventually got them separated and waved for the fight to continue. This yielding them starting off safe, then Zola getting planted with a head kick that knocked her on her ass! Oz started a count, and Zola returned to her feet at six.
Zola was a lot more strategic this time around and she let Jade come in hard at her, hoping for that counter. Jade went for a sloppy backfist which allowed Zola to duck then come up with a big uppercut that knocked her to the mat! Oz administered a count and Jade was right back up to her feet and angry. She got in close with Zola with a series of jabs, a knee to the ribs, then a headbutt under her left eye that opened up a big cut! Zola retreated from that shot but stayed on her feet with Jade closing in. Jade lunged in for a wreckless superman punch and got side stepped and shoved off by Zola. Azazel screamed for Jade to go for the head, and she went for a series of hooks to the head with no setup. This allowed Zola to block and sidestep, then catch Jade in the back of the head with a head kick of her own!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Oz administers a count. Jade made it to her feet by the seven count and demanded to continue. Her getting knocked down didn’t slow her down, and she poured it on Zola, this time dropping her with a headbutt again to the affected eye area! The area heavily swells and Zola dropped to the mat from the impact, with the ref administering a count. He got to eight before Zola returned to her feet.
Just seeing that swollen target on Zola’s face got Jade motivated for the kill. She rushed in for some big shots to the head but Zola circled out, still quick on her feet. Jade continued the bullrush, getting caught with a big counter leg kick from Zola which caused Jade to slip on the PW logo in the center of the ring! She hit the mat, and Oz ruled for the finish. Jade was livid and cursed out Oz who is adamant it wasn’t a slip.)
WINNER: Zola Star via TECHNICAL KNOCKOUT @ 7 Minutes, 47 seconds.
ALPINE: Oz with a controversial call here, as many would say that was a slip!
RODZ: Well see that’s where they’re confused. Why did she lose her footing? The leg kick. Had she not had her leg chopped out, she wouldn’t have lost balance.
ALPINE: That’s debatable. Nonetheless she dropped to the mat thrice, and this had been ruled a technical knockout. Zola will move on.
RODZ: Chick came to fight. Let’s see what she’s got next round.
Katsumi Hosiko vs. Conor Blackburn
(The lights in the arena dimmed as we approached the co-main event of the evening. ‘Fuck Boi’ by Vado played over the PA, getting some boos from the crowd as Katsumi approached the ring dressed in all black. He walked under a red spotlight, grimacing to the camera and showing off his mouthguard before heading into the ring. He went over to his corner a ball of calm, eerily smiling at the entrance as his theme cut. The lights stayed low, and ‘Genesis’ by Justice hit over the PA to a favorable reaction from the crowd. Once Conor stepped out under a green spotlight the crowd popped even more for the mat returning back to PW. He remained all business as he walked to the ring slowly, letting the fans soak up his presence before making his way into the ring. Katsumi lied on the other side of the ring, smacking his bare fists together as he couldn’t wait to fight Conor. Conor gave a smirk and settled back against the ropes, awaiting his signal to fight. Oz rang for the bell and the two met in the center of the ring, trading jabs. Conor surprisingly kept up with the karate black belt on the feet, giving him jab for jab in the center of the ring. Katsumi wasn’t liking how Conor was matching up with him and went for a crescent kick, nearly catching the dodging Conor.
Katsumi continued his pressure and swung at Conor with a barrage of high kicks, leaving Conor blocking the shots. Conor however caught him with a big right hook followed by a left cross, and that knocked Katsumi to the ground! He was up by the two count, not giving Oz much time to count before jumping in with a crane kick to the chest! He hit Conor with the shot then closed in a clinch with Conor. He then began pelting Conor with knees and elbows, getting Oz to tell him to release. Katsumi wouldn’t released so Oz ripped him off of Conor, telling him to knock it off. Katsumi smiled and closed in on Conor again, who countered his leg kick perfectly with a spinning back kick to the stomach that sent Katsumi to the ropes, right back into a flying knee attempt from Conor! The crowd was on their feet as Katsumi’s shoulder absorbed the knee and he drew close to Conor. He then sunk in a shot to the balls on Conor, dropping him to the mat!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Oz warned Katsumi about the blatant illegal shot. He said one more and you’re done. Katsumi smiled and begged for Conor to stand. After a good amount of junk adjusting, he did.
Conor was visibly angry and was the aggressor this time, even closing in on Katsumi with a clinch after a leg kick-jab combo. He went to start kneeing but Katsumi wiggled out of his grip and bit him him on his forearm! Blood trickled down as Conor shoved him off with fury. Before Conor could brain him Oz stepped in and ruled this match a DQ.)
WINNER: Conor Blackburn via DISQUALIFICATION @ 7 minutes, 56 seconds.
ALPINE: Conor comes out the winner, but not the way he wanted against this vile cheater Katsumi Hoshiko!
RODZ: Katsumi showed in his last Caged Glory fight a new side of him. One that doesn’t care about rules and will do whatever it takes to win.
ALPINE: That’s a shame, as this could have been a good stand up battle.
RODZ: Stupid rules.
(Following his victory, Blackburn was interviewed in the ring for his thoughts on his performance and the keys to his victory. He maintained his trademark ability to be calm and well-measured despite having just been in a fight. Additionally, his supreme confidence was as unwavering as ever.)
CONOR BLACKBURN: I could go into the technical adjustments I made, compare them to my reads going into the fight. Obviously I felt my understanding of boxing footwork would aid me in a ring, going against a karate stylist who is used to fighting in a cage where there is a lot more room to move around. But the most truthful answer I can give is that I’m better than Kastumi. That's why he had to resort to foul tactics. I’m better than most, and there’s very few who have a legitimate chance to best me without a large, uncharacteristic mistake on my part mixing with other factors to create a perfect storm.
(He glanced over at the opposing corner briefly.)
CONOR BLACKBURN: I don’t say the things I do to hype up a fight, or get under someone’s skin, or create controversy. The simple fact is that there are levels to this, and he’s on the long list of people who are not on mine. He’s skilled and talented; I’ve got more of each, though and my mental game and preparation is miles above.
(Conor tilts the microphone up so he can speak into it easier, taking care not to make the cardinal mistake of taking it from the interviewer’s hands.)
CONOR BLACKBURN: And let me make something very clear. This is not a result to celebrate, because getting out of the first round was not my goal. I did not come into this with a single skill set hoping for a proverbial roll of the dice to go my way with the draw. My adaptability, my diversity of skill, my physical presence are a problem in any environment.
(Pausing, he looks out towards the audience.)
CONOR BLACKBURN: Make no mistake about it either, I am not here to remind the Phoenix fans why people hated hearing their name drawn across from mine-- I’m not here to remind anyone of anything. Because the attributes that made me great mean I’ve kept pushing myself to new levels since they last saw me. The objective is simple: take on all the comers in all the settings, and put them all down.
(Conor looks at the camera briefly before exiting the interview. Cut to the back. Mason can be seen standing in the backstage area, microphone in hand as he stands alone, looking into the camera.)
Mason: At Under the Coliseum Lights I fell short against a man that I have been at odds with for the better part of a year or two. As I got to my feet, I stared down at him and I was ready to take him out, and then, I don't know. Next thing I know, Jade was in the ring and something came over me.
(Mason took a few deep breathes as his eyes began to glaze over a little. It was easy to tell that he was lost.)
Mason: Needless to say, I am done with The Pulpit. I don't know where I am gonna go from here, but what I do know is that my goal is still the same. I am here to be a champion and show the world that I am one of the best to ever grace a ring. I don't know a better way to do that then step into the ring with some one like Nina Stokes. She has competed at the top tier of Phoenix Wrestling for some time now. Now she faces me tonight in a match that most will say is going to be one of her toughest battles to date.
(He quickly runs his hands along the side of his scalp.)
Mason: Tonight is a new beginning for me and in that spirit, I am going to say that I expect The Pulpit to keep their distance from me. You all know what I am capable of better then most. So you keep your distance and I will keep mine.
RODZ: Mason had to know that once he attacked Jade that would cause problems. Bitch is crazy!
ALPINE: I know she’s crazy, but what’s even worse is Mason made her like that.
RODZ: Trust me, I know Mason hooks it up with crazy bitches. Any chick that would like a dude after chainsawing her arm has issues.
ALPINE: Love is a complicated thing. Can Mason keep his eye on the ring and focus on an elite wrestler like Nina Stokes? Let’s find out!
Non-Tournament Main Event Nina Stokes vs. Mason Daniels
(‘This Is War’ by Ill Nino blared over the PA, bringing on the drowning boos as Mason approached the ring with his trusty barbed wire bat. Referee Oz Oxford Jr. made sure to confiscate the bat as soon as he entered the ring, bringing on the cheers and a look of panic on Mason’s face. His theme silenced and ‘Toguro’ by Dir En Grey played over the PA to a very favorable reaction. The slightly banged up Nina Stokes made her way out to ringside and slapped a few hands before heading to the ring. Right away she warned Mason about using that bat on her. Mason screamed out, “NOT YOU!” Nina looked confused, shook her head, and looked to Oz to ring the bell.)
DING DING DING!!
(She began to circle the unpredictable Mason, getting a feel for him as he hunched low and drew closer. Being he wasn’t doing a great job of guarding his head, Nina threw a head kick that landed upper thigh to ear, forcing Mason in close with a kitchen sink. He took advantage of her being bent over and hooked her for a tornado DDT. He sprung off the nearest second rope but Nina was able to throw him off then fire away with a stiff teep kick to the sternum! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Mason landed in the corner, and Nina followed with a blistering combo of elbows and knees. Mason quickly shoved her away and hopped to the outside, catching a breather to boos from the fans. He slid back in by the five count and was greeted with a hard right leg kick which got some “OHHH!!!”s. Mason backed off and skated along the ropes, waiting for her to fire off another leg kick. As soon as she did Mason darted in with a short range spear which took Nina down! See how dangerous Nina was on the feet, Mason hooked her in a sleeper and ground it in.)
ALPINE: Even some of the best grapplers in the business fall victim to the classic submission move, the sleeper hold.
RODZ: It’s truly one of the best moves in the business. Sap a man of his energy, his breath, and his consciousness if you hold tight and long enough. Hallelujah.
(Nina tried to fight it but Mason did a good job of keeping her in the center of the ring. However Nina’s jaw was small enough to wiggle out and allow her to escape to her feet to catch her breath. Mason gave her no such opportunity as he came in with a running lariat which smacked her to the ropes. She went for a spinning roundhouse on instinct and got caught into a tilt a whirl backbreaker by Mason! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Mason followed that up with stomps to the spine and a camel clutch. Once again Mason tried to isolate Nina in the center of the ring and wear her down. But her will was too strong as she crawled her way to the bottom rope and snatched it, getting Mason to release by the three count. Mason then hit the ropes, and came back with a big double knee over the lower spine, causing Nina to grasp her back and scream. Boos trailed Mason as he headed to the top rope. He was preparing to land on Nina’s sore back, but something caught his eye. Asger and Azazel headed down the aisle with devilish smirks on their faces.)
RODZ: The guy is doing good! Don’t fuck it up meatheads!
ALPINE: I understand their loyalty to Jade but this man trained them. Mighty ungrateful if you ask me.
(Mason shook it off and prepared for the X-Treme Machine. He flew off for the Spinal Tap, only for Nina to roll around and allow Mason’s back to catch some knees!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Mason bounced to his ass on the mat grasping his lower back. Nina quickly bolted to the opposite ropes and returned with an Ode To Dreams! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Nina followed it up with several grounded forearms to the face of Mason. Asger and Azazel obnoxiously cheer Nina on, gathering a dirty look from her. This lead them to the timekeeper table where they saw Mason’s prized bat and chose to take it from the timekeeper with a complete and utter surrender. Azazel held the bat and talked to Asger as Nina slung up Mason to his feet and hit him with her Failsafe combo, following up with a pin! Mason kicked out at two and Nina picked him back up, this time peppering him with jabs. Not enough to hurt him, just piss him off. He fell into her trap and throws a haymaker, causing her to catch Mason’s arm with a spectacular flying armbar! Nina cranked as Mason panicked!)
ALPINE: Nina has that armbar locked on tight! Mason needs to find a way out quick!
RODZ: Tap or snap buddy!
(Mason wiggled his foot toward the bottom rope, Oz watching intently as Asger and Azazel chanted “TAP!” on the outside. Mason refused, even though his arm was being wrenched in a ridiculous manner. With a jut of his ass cheek, Mason was able to land his boot on the bottom rope and break the submission. This was a huge let down to A and A, who then nodded to each other. Asger climbed up on the apron and screamed at Oz “I SAW HIM TAP!!” Meanwhile Azazel went behind Mason and Nina and cracked her in the back with the barbed wire bat, then dropped it next to her body! Mason was just recovering to his feet when Oz looked to him, then Nina, then rang for the bell! Mason was outraged as Asger and Azazel laughed it up on the outside.)
WINNER: Nina Stokes via DISQUALIFICATION @ 13 minutes, 34 seconds.
ALPINE: Those jerks! Not only did they screw over Mason, but they attacked Nina Stokes!
RODZ: They learned well from their teacher. Attack all that is in their way.
(Nina rolls to the outside, recovering from the shot to the back as the Pulpit prepares for war. Asger and Azazel slide into the ring and quickly corner their former leader. Asger goes in first, but quickly gets fought off by Mason. As he does so though, Azazel rushes in and hits Mason with a vicious spear.)
Alpine: Oh My God, what a spear!
Rodz: They are sending a message here tonight. No one crosses The Pulpit, not even Mason Daniels.
(All of a sudden, Crystal Starr comes rushing down the ramp and slides into the ring. She gets Azazel by surprise and hits the back of his knee, sending him down to the mat. As she reaches Mason though, Asger grabs her by the hair.)
Alpine: Oh no, this is bad news!
Rodz: I can only imagine what he has in mind for her.
(Rowyn Starr comes sprinting down the ramp and quickly slides in. He hops to his feet and uses his whole body, flinging himself into the back of the behemoth in front of him. Asger lets go of Crystal, who collapses to the mat right next to Mason. He looked over at Crystal and then all of a sudden, something came over him. Mason slams his fist into the mat and gets to his feet and rushes Azazel, hitting the Javelin and sending him flying over the top rope. Asger gets to his feet and as he does, he walks into a dropkick that sends him flying as well. The fans go crazy at the two men stand alone in the ring.)
Alpine: Oh my god, they just cleared the ring!
Rodz: I can't believe this. No one can stop The Pulpit.
(Mason quickly rushes to Crystal's side, but Rowyn rushes in and pulls him away from her. The two comes face to face and the mohawked warrior balls up his fist and looks as if he is about to swing at Rowyn, but he slowly backs off, an angry look on his face for a moment. He then looks down at Crystal for a moment before dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring.)
Alpine: These two are a force to be reckoned with.
Rodz: Yeah, if they could get past the fact that they hate each other.
(Nina recovers from the barbwire shot, staring a hole through Mason as he makes his way to the back.)
Alpine: That does it for Night One. Join us tomorrow for another exciting night of Iron King action!
(Fade to PW logo 2018.)
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