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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jul 31, 2018 22:36:02 GMT
Redemption 127 Iron King Night 3 August 7th Coliseo Centenario Torreon, Mexico
***ON AIR***
(Jade and the rest of the Pulpit are inside an underground fight pit, commotion going on all around them can be heard by various shoutings in Spanish, as the new leader of The Pulpit is trying to place her bet on the fighter she likes for the next match. As she does, Azazel looks to Asger as they both turn to face the camera behind them.)
Azazel: Tonight is a very big night for us. We are finally getting our shot at the Duos Championship and we are going to make the most of it.
Asger: We smash Chris and Mandi like the puny humans they are.
Azazel: That's right Asger. We have been preparing for this match for a long time and now we are finally going to show the world that we are the greatest tag team to ever grace a ring. We have been the hottest team in Phoenix, meanwhile the Duos Champions have been on a downward spiral.
Asger: Trouble in Paradise.
Azazel: Exactly my Nordic friend. Chris and Mandi have been on rocky ground and now we are here to take advantage. When we step into that ring with them, they will not escape. We are going to show that they are the biggest joke in this division and we will do so by walking out....THE NEW DUOS CHAMPIONS!
(The group share an evil laugh as the scene fades to black.)
Non-Tournament Six Man Elimination Match
WINNER TO RECEIVE A RISING PHOENIX TITLE SHOT
Fenix Shields
Horace Jackson
Shooter Reed
Richard Roque
Jackson Felix Coltrane
Hirooki Rajin
(After the Pulpit promo we go right to ringside, where all men are already in the ring ready for action.)
ALPINE: Welcome folks to Night Three of the Iron King Tournament! We’re gonna kick things off with a six man elimination match to determine the next number one contender to Lance Winters’s Rising Phoenix Championship!
RODZ: Some would say James Edwards holds that spot already, but he’s a little preoccupied with the Iron King Tournament so let’s get some fresh meat for Winters!
DING DING DING!
(Richard Roque got together with Hirooki, discussing a little strategy as the competitors eye each other. Shooter and Horace laugh at their competitors, already looking at the lone wolves Fenix Shields and JFC. Fenix takes exception to that and delivers a running dropkick on Shooter, knocking him up and over the top rope! Horace goes to put his hands on Fenix, but Richard surprises him out of nowhere with a big double leg takedown! Richard starts hammering down on Horace, with the giant struggling to get his legs in a position to kick Richard off. He gets it, but Fenix is quick to greet him with a standing moonsault as soon as the coast is clear! He goes for a pinfall but gets gorilla pressed off with Horace’s brute strength. Meanwhile JFC looks to Hirooki, shrugs his shoulders, and goes for a clothesline! Hirooki is able to duck under it, boot JFC in the gut, then attempt a superkick! JFC is still too fresh and he grabs the boot, spins around Hirooki, and plants him with a Morning Glory!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as he goes for the cover.)
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3!!
HARDT: Hirooki Rajin HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
(Richard was ready to save his friend, but a sneaky Shooter grabbed his boot on the outside, preventing that. Richard screams at Shooter, which provides the perfect distraction for Horace to come from behind with a running big boot that sends Richard tumbling to the outside! Horace slides to the outside, and teams with Shooter in putting the boots to Richard. Fenix needs a dance partner so he locks up with Jackson and the two show off a little chain wrestling. It’s a little on the unpolished side, but at least JFC makes up for it by catching Fenix with a nice full nelson to full nelson sweep, then catches Fenix with a grounded full nelson before he can to his feet. Shooter and Horace drag Richard back into the ring and Horace plants a hand on his neck. He grabs Richard for a chokeslam, but Richard shows off his awesome strength by prying off Horace’s hand, rolling behind him for a hammerlock, then planting him with a big release hammerlock suplex!! “OOHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Horace immediately grabs his left shoulder and screams. Oz Oxford Jr. rules him unfit to compete, and pulls him out of the match.)
HARDT: Horace Jackson HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
(Horace rolls to the outside a hurt mess as a pissed Shooter rages on Richard with cheap shots galore. Richard catches one of those eye poke attempts, twists Shooter’s fingers, then hits him with the setup for the Rock Solid! After showing off a diving powerbomb which nearly sends Shooter across the ring, he goes for the pinfall!!)
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HARDT: Shooter Reed HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
(With only three men left, Richard takes a breather as Fenix successfully worms his way to the ropes to break the full nelson. JFC goes to pick him up but gets a gut full of punches, then a european uppercut which sends JFC to the mat! He follows that european uppercut up with a double stomp to the chest, followed by a springboard second elbow drop! His moves hit clean leaving the crowd on his side, so Fenix capitalizes by heading to the top rope. He positions himself for what looks like a corkscrew moonsault as Fenix lays in a prime position. Suddenly Richard decides he wants to stop breaking and capitalize. He runs in with a big clubbing blow to Fenix’s back, causing him to lean forward and grab the post to prevent from falling. All that did was give Richard a great opportunity to sneak underneath, then nail Fenix with a Rock Solid off the top rope!! Richard got some “HOLY SHIT!!” chants from the crowd, but didn’t seem to appreciate them much as he shh’ed the crowd and went for the pin.)
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HARDT: Fenix Shields HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
(JFC being clear of the corkscrew attempt uses the ropes to stand to his feet. As soon as Richard turns around from the pin over Fenix, BAM Morning Glory upside his chin! The crowd is in shock along with JFC as he stalls a bit before going for the hook leg pin!!)
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HARDT: Your winner of the match, and NEW number one contender to the Rising Phoenix Championship, JAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKSSSSSSOOOONNNNNN FEEEEEELLLLLLIIIIIIIIXXXXXXX COOOOOLLLLLLTTTTTTRRRRRRAAAANNNNNEEEEEE!!!!
WINNER: Jackson Felix Coltrane via PINFALL @ 8 minutes, 16 seconds.
ALPINE: Jackson picks himself up a huge win by taking out Richard Roque!! With three eliminations, Richard was looking like the sure fire pick to win!
RODZ: All it takes is one hard shot to take you out. He may be greener than my infected toe but the kid showed some spirit tonight.
(JFC celebrates his victory by going ringside to slap some hands with some kids and take a couple quick photos with some fans. However, the celebration is cut short when ‘Cut The Cord’ by Shinedown hits the PA system. Out through the curtains steps Jade to a healthy amount of boos from the crowd. She’s got a microphone in hand, and patiently waits for the crowd to quiet down before she speaks.)
Jade: So this newbie is gonna beat up a bunch of scrubs, and that’s all you gotta do to get a title shot around here? Bullshit. Fuck Richard Roque, Fuck James Edwards, and fuck you. I should be the number one contender.
(By this point JFC had already gotten back into the ring with a microphone in hand.)
JFC: Excuse me missy, I don’t care who it is I am facing, I am trying to prove myself here in Phoenix Wrestling. And when you are trying to prove yourself, where do you start? That’s right, the bottom.
(JFC looks around to the fans, trying to get them hyped up.)
JFC: And I’m sorry love, but things aren’t just handed to you in life. You have to earn your title shot, just like I did here tonight. But hell, if I have to prove myself by beating up a woman, so be it. Let’s make it happen, Jade.
(She eyeballs him seriously for a few seconds before throwing her head back in laughter.)
Jade: Well isn’t that precious. Sorry rookie, but a green punk like you isn’t worth my time.
(‘Cut The Cord’ by Shinedown plays as Jade heads to the back, leaving JFC scowling in her direction.)
ALPINE: Jade comes out her to insult this young man, but won’t fight him?
RODZ: Why should she? She’s a big star, he’s a rookie. He needs to be humbled.
ALPINE: That’s your opinion. I feel he…
(Frederick pauses as he receives information in his headset.)
ALPINE: I’m getting word something went down in the back, let’s get a camera to the back!
(We cut to a shot just outside of the women’s locker room. Kelli Torres lies on the ground a beat up mess, blood leaking from her face and looking hurt. Staff members surround her and aide to her as they await the medics. The camera then shifts down the hall to see a short bald man looking a lot like Tony Tira walking around the corner. Cut back to the booth.)
ALPINE: Per Seth Black the match with Jason Cashe and Kelli Torres has been cancelled due to this horrendous attack on Kelli. I hope whomever did this gets their comeuppance.
RODZ: Well it looked like Tony Tira was walking around the corner, but it couldn’t have been Tony as he’s not scheduled tonight.
ALPINE: ….Please. Not being booked has never prevented a wrestler from making a statement before.
(The gorilla position monitor in the back is being closely watched by Jade as she watches the announcers talk about her hated rival being beaten down. This causes the young female wrestler to give out a loud laugh. She then shuts off the monitor and turns to face a camera.)
Jade: Now that I have gotten to enjoy the further demise of Kelli, it is time that I focus on Nina. I have wanted a rematch with you for some time, and now I am finally getting it. Now I know that one of the big reasons for why I am getting this match is because of what my boys did to you at the last show. Now, I did tell them not to interfere in the match, but what can I say, boys will be boys. Still, here you are at my doorstep and you want revenge. That's fine by me, because where Mason failed, I will succeed. You wanted me, well now you've got me. I hope you are ready for what you asked for.
(Just then a staff member pops their head in behind Jade.)
Staffer: The Torres-Cashe match has been cancelled. You’re going out early.
(He then closes her door, leaving her looking upset. She sighs and sits up, giving a quick stretch. Jade goes to walk off and then comes back to the camera.)
Jade: Oooh, and one more thing. Jackson Felix Coltrane....FUCK YOU!
(We fade out on the single bird of Jade to the camera. The camera then fades in. It immediately focuses in on a less than pleased Nina Stokes. There are no smiles. No smirks. She simply stares forward into the camera.)
NINA STOKES: Jade, Jade, Jade…
(There’s a pause.)
NINA STOKES: You know you’ve fucked up now, right?
(She shakes her head a little.)
NINA STOKES: My beef with you was over. You interrupted my debut match here in Phoenix; I kicked your ass. For your sake, that should have been the end of it. You should have just walked away with the initial whopping that I gave you.
(Nina snaps her fingers, creating an audible pop.)
NINA STOKES: But like I said before, you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed. The attack by your goons? That proved it. I was focused on obtaining the Phoenix Rebirth Championship. But now? Ha, now my reticle is on your forehead.
(Nina shakes her head once more. There’s a look of disappointment on her face.)
NINA STOKES: You know, it’s actually kind of sad Jade. If you are going to call yourself a “leader” and a “hit-woman” now, then it would help if you knew something about your intended target. What they like. What they dislike. What makes them happy. What makes them sad. What enrages them. What fills them to the brim with joy…
(Nina arches an eyebrow.)
NINA STOKES: You did none of that Jade.
(She shakes her head again.)
NINA STOKES: What you did, was make a grave mistake. You see, anyone that’s truly familiar with my time within professional wrestling would be able to fill you in on my reign as the Hard Knox Wrestling Bloodlust Champion.
(There’s a small pause.)
NINA STOKES: It was the first championship that I ever won in this sport. And ironically, I was also the first person to hold that belt...
(Another pause.)
NINA STOKES: The championship got its name from the violent bouts that it was defended in. When I had it? It was defended in Death Matches.
(She simply stares at the camera.)
NINA STOKES: I think even you should be able to understand what I’m hinting at Jade. Your goons attacked an ex-Death Match wrestler with a barbed-wire bat. You made the call. And to be honest? It was kind of a pitiful attack. I mean, go big or go home, right? But you didn’t, and neither did your boys. You caused me a little pain, sure. But mostly, your attack just served to piss me the fuck off.
(She lets out a small grunt.)
NINA STOKES: Our fight tonight isn’t a Death Match, Jade. But hell, it might as well be. Because quite frankly, you’re going to get your ass beat. No playing around. No games. Just aggression and murderous strikes. And the during the course of this match, you’re going to start to think about everything. Why you decided to attack me. Why your plan was so fucking busted. Why you didn’t finish the job. And of course, you’re going to regret every single one of those blunders.
(The camera zooms in on her face.)
NINA STOKES: PS—these aren’t idle threats. They aren’t whimsical thoughts. They’re about to become reality…
NINA STOKES: Your reality.
(With that, the camera starts to fade out.)
ALPINE: Jade really made a mistake sending out her goons to interfere in Nina’s match with Mason. She’s loaded that hate train with coal and it’s ready to roll!!
RODZ: Nina is a dangerous woman who has yet to really show her darkside here. Jade very well might be the person to bring that out.
Non-Tournament Grudge Match Nina Stokes vs. Jade
(The bell rings and Nina is quick to get her hands on Jade. Before Jade can escape Nina has one hand gripping her sports top and the other pounding her face in! Jade drops to the mat and rolls outside to recover, but Nina is on her. Nina exits to the apron and lands a running elbow to the back of Jade’s head, planting her to the outer mat! The crowd is on their feet as Nina takes Jade’s face and smashes it against the outer mat in a fury! She picks up the loopy Jade and launches her with a running irish whip into the guardrail! Jade goes up and over into the first row from the impact. Nina slides in to break the ref’s count, then slides back out and hunches. As soon as Jade stands Nina plants her in the face with a running yakuza kick that sends her flopping back into the hands of fans! The fans shove Jade forward, leading to her tumbling over the guardrail right at Nina’s feet. Nina sees her hands trying to grasp for her, so Nina decides to stomp on those fingers leaving her howling in pain. She tosses her back into the ring to continue her assault.
Nina is on her with a mount, trying to go for some ground and pound. She starts hammering away with some solid shots, but Jade is able to flop her leg on the bottom rope as she thrashes. Oz spots it and taps Nina on the shoulder, warning her he will DQ her if she doesn’t stop. She casually relents and picks up Jade by her hair. She gets two dismissive slaps in, causing the crowd to “OHHH!!” She then hooks Jade’s arms for How The Mighty Fall, and aims for a huge headbutt. However Jade is able to sway her head to the side in time, then bite down on the neck of Nina! Nina screams as Jade bites hard enough to break skin, immediately causing Oz to do a count with Jade releasing at the three count. She is given a stiff warning as she stumbles back against the ropes, blood drizzling from her loopy smiling mouth. Boos fill the arena as Nina checks her neck, which only makes her more pissed. She gets up to attack Jade, but it’s at that point that Asger and Azazel walk out to even louder boos, causing Nina to direct her attention to them.
This catches Oz Oxford Jr.’s attention, who orders Asger and Azazel to the back just as they approach ringside. They argue with him, stating their just here to watch their leader in action. Jade takes momentum of the distraction and hits a Flying Scissor Kick upside Nina’s face, sending her to the ropes! She comes right back into a woozy, yet effective Jade Strike! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as she lays down for the cover. Just as she does though a spotlight burns through the crowd from the nosebleeds to the floor as Mason Daniels emerges from the crowd! The crowd is hot as Jade pops to her feet to defend herself, only to be caught with a slick looking spear on Jade! “OHHH!!”s from the audience as she hits the mat and Mason escapes to where he came from. Asger and Azazel turn their attention to the escaping Mason and chase after him, allowing the ref to focus on the ring work. Nina isn’t one to waste time, so she locks on the Quietus Redux and chokes Jade unconscious!)
WINNER: Nina Stokes via SUBMISSION @ 9 minutes, 02 seconds.
ALPINE: Jade even had her goons at ringside to interfere, but those plans were thwarted by Mason and that surprise spear out of nowhere!
RODZ: Nina was laying a whoopin’ on Jade. Let this be a lesson to the roster.
ALPINE: Mason just will never learn his lesson until his head is busted wide open again.
RODZ: Nina had no choice but to finish Jade after that but she isn't pleased one bit by her facial expression.
(As the bell rang in signaling the end of the match, Asger and Azazel reached to pull out Jade by her legs as Nina nearly connected her foot against their heads, missing wildly in the process. They grab her and they escape up the ramp as Nina grabbed a mic and stood in the middle of the ring pissed. Mason was back over the barricades, far into the crowd, near the nosebleed area as he was ducking from Asger and Azazel.)
NINA STOKES: Mason, you interfere in my match again, it'll be your last. I don't need your damn help...for ANYTHING! Stay the hell up out of my business!
(She drops the mic as her eyes had located him up in the nosebleeds, laughing at her anger as he trailed further up. Nina was pissed in the event he interfered. She rolls out of the ring as she storms her way to the back.)
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jul 31, 2018 22:38:03 GMT
IRON KING ROUND 2
PANCRASE RULES (All matches featuring champions are non-title)
BAD ASS © vs. James Edwards
(James is first to come out. No teammates, just ‘My Name Is Human’ by Highly Suspect playing over the PA to a decent pop from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring all business and goes to his corner with two PW technicians as his cornermates running out from the back. James stands in the ring, eyes deadset on the curtains as ‘Headstrong’ by Trapt plays. Out through the curtains comes BAD ASS looking pumped. He punches his jaw a couple times with his leather gloves as Jason Jackson and Megan Treamon from Slaughtahouse Oahu accompany him to the ring. James narrows his eyes at BAD ASS getting a big pop from the Mexican crowd, with them even singing along to his theme song. BAD ASS gets in the ring and mean mugs James right away. His theme silences and Oz checks with both men. They’re ready, so he signals for the bell. The fight starts out with the two going right into the pocket and trading jabs and low kicks. BAD ASS shows off a little of his technique as he dodges and parries James, popping him with enfuriating jabs along with push kicks to keep him back. James is looking pissed and he walks right through a hard push kick for a big hook attempt! BAD ASS steps out of the way just in time, not about to be a part of that shot as he smiles. James comes in with another combo, this one alternating strikes between the body and head, and ending with a big headkick attempt after a body hook! BAD ASS catches the leg and shoves James to his back, then waves for him to “GET UP!” James snarls and rushes to his feet only to be met with a flying knee attempt that lands right into the chest of James! He drops to the mat and goes for a double leg, forcing BAD ASS into a sprawl against the ropes as he tries to recover from that shot. BAD ASS tries to circle out but that leaves him open for a big pick up and powerslam to the mat, right as the bell rings for round one.
In between rounds Megan tells BAD ASS to open up more and let James make a mistake. Jason tells BAD ASS to watch out for his grappling, the kid is strong. The two staffers just sit there in silence and do their job of icing James’s face and giving him water as he stews.
Round two starts and BAD ASS once again feeds the angry James some jabs along with a stinging leg kick which causes him to stumble back. BAD ASS starts to get a little cocky and drops his hands, feeling he’s a superior striker to James. He starts pegging James with periodic jabs and hooks, countering all of James’s attempts and refusing to block. However it’s a lazy spinning backfist which leaves him open right into a big uppercut to the eye!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as BAD ASS drops to the mat and James stands above him, begging him to get to his feet. Blood drips from the laceration on his face under his eye, but he still rolls up to his feet as Oz separates the two. James is right in there though after the separation, catching BAD ASS with a flurry to the face that leaves him covering up in the corner! Somehow he’s able to catch a clinch though and smash James with three knees as he walks forward, then pulls him down into guard! Immediately BAD ASS works for a gogoplata, tying up James as he thrashes, trying to escape. It’s no use and he finds himself at the mercy of the more experienced grappler. Just as he sinks his ankle over the throat though, the bell rings, putting an end to this contest.
The fighters return to their corners with James sporting a smirk. He’s taken care of by his crew as Megan works feverishly to ice down that swollen eye of BAD ASS’s. Jason is dead serious with BAD ASS, telling him you can’t fuck around and you need to finish him this round.
The fighters return to the center for the third and final round, and much like before James pours on the aggression, not showing much slowdown. BAD ASS has his gloves back up to protect himself, and is much more tentative then before. He absorbs and dodges what shots he can, waiting for his opportunity. It comes in the form of a leg kick attempt that BAD ASS catches with a chasing ankle pick. James tries to escape but BAD ASS takes him to the mat and ends up in full mount. Patiently he slithers his hooks in on the top, looking for a kimura. James tries to fight it and roll out, but BAD ASS locks his legs tight around his torso and starts to wrap around that right arm. The crowd are on their feet as he locks it in and torques upward. Luckily for him James is fairly close to the ropes. There’s a look of apprehension on his face, but he isn’t about to tap as he screams in pain. Instead he grabs the bottom rope, getting a rope break. Oz orders BAD ASS to break the hold, and he does as both fighters return to their feet. The match is restarted, and right away James flies at BAD ASS with a flying knee attempt of his own, followed by some big punches! BAD ASS weathers the storm and blocks the shots, even landing a big hook of his own on James! The shot gets James to relent, but just as he’s about to get back into it the bell rings.)
ALPINE: We have reached the end of the third and final round. We’ll now go to the judges scorecards for the official decision.
(Lenne Hardt comes into the ring as BAD ASS and James are forced to stand next to each other and look out at the PhoenixTron. There’s some “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as BAD ASS winces to the damage done to his eye. Hardt stands behind the men and delivers the official decision.)
HARDT: The judges have reached a verdict. All three judges score the contest 29-28, for the winner by unanimous decision….BAAAAAAAAADDDDDD ASSSSSSSSSS!!!
WINNER: BAD ASS via UNANIMOUS DECISION @ 15 minutes.
(James looks pissed as BAD ASS has his hand raised to the cheering crowd. As soon as Oz releases his hand James heads to the back shaking his head.)
ALPINE: Clearly James is not happy with the decision. My personal opinion, it could’ve gone either way.
RODZ: Eh, I disagree. BAD ASS dominated the first round on the feet, bounced back from a huge shot to land a gogoplata at the end of the second, then dominated the ground in the third. Had BAD ASS taken James a little more seriously he might’ve got the finish.
ALPINE: Regardless BAD ASS will move on to the quarterfinals to take on the winner of Sherry Diamond vs. Sandy Makel.
(BAD ASS brags to the camera on his way to the back as Jason and Megan smirk and shake their heads. We cut to backstage, where Tony Tira is standing by with Kiko for some questions. Boos surface from the crowd.)
Kiko: Tony, the whole world is wondering...why did you attack Kelli Torres?
(A smirk from Tony, who rubs his facial stubble before answering.)
Tira: I’m finishing up what I started with her. She’s been runnin’ her mouth the whole time about what she’s gonna do to me ever since I busted up her fuckin’ face. I confronted her backstage about it, she acted tough and pushed me, so I defended myself. Seth Black can fuckin’ fine me all he wants, that bitch fired the first shot. So Kelli, if ya want a fuckin’ piece, I’m right here. Come and get it.
Kiko: You’ve received a lot of praise for your performance against Jason Jackson in Iron King. What do you have to say about your experience in Iron King?
Tira: Shit’s fun, I’d definitely do it again. Felt good to step in there with a dude who can test me on the feet. Tired of all these wannabe strikers around here. I wanted a real challenge, and dammit I got it. Makes me want it more.
Kiko: Is that why you decided to enter the Dragon’s Way Tournament in CGFC?
Tira: Damn straight. I wanna fuckin’ fight, and I’m glad I got Jason’s girlfriend Lux in the first round. Gonna go out there and make a statement. Burn right through these motherfuckers and prove my worth, ya hear?
(Kiko nods, leaving Tira to chuckle and walk off camera with Kiko looking at him with concern. Cut back to ringside.)
ALPINE: Up next we have a hell of a dream match. One of Caged Glory’s best, Sherry Diamond going head to head with a dangerous veteran in Sandy Makel! I can’t wait Johnny.
RODZ: These two are going to bring it like G’s. Hopefully we get a finish.
ALPINE: When the skill level is this high, a finish not an easy thing to come by.
Sandy Makel vs. Sherry Diamond © (First to make her way out to the ring is Sherry Diamond to the tune of ‘One Finger And A Fist’ by Drowning Pool. She receives a good pop from the crowd as she places her hands on her trainer Raymond Campbell’s shoulders on her walk to the ring. Two unnamed trainers from the Yellow Rose fight team follow behind her. Sherry makes her way to the ring no nonsense, getting the vaseline and teeth check treatment before heading to her corner. She stretches out as her theme ends, being replaced with ‘Animal Style’ by Biffy Clyro. That good pop continues as Sandy Makel his way out along with his team Generation Fight MMA. He cracks his neck side to side on his walk down, taking a deep breath before he heads into the ring. He takes his corner and engages in a staredown with the smirking Sherry. His music silences, and Oz checks with both competitors.)
DING DING DING!!
(The two start their dance, with Sandy keeping his guard high for those muay thai bombs of Sherry. This leaves him open to two hard inside leg kicks from Sherry, which get him to wince and lower his gloves just a tad. Sherry then starts backing him up to a corner with some peppering jabs. A hard hook sneaks in there, catching Sandy on the chin and making him smile. Sherry keeps up the pressure with a quick body kick that almost gets caught by Sandy. It’s enough though to get her in close and latch on a clinch. She gets in two hard knees to the body before Sandy uses his strength to throw her into the corner and lock on a greco roman clinch. Sherry is quick to snake her back against the ropes, not wanting to get cornered. She gets in a few body punches and knees as she does so, specifically aiming for Sandy’s thigh. Sandy hits back with some body shots of his own, then goes for an elbow to the head. He stops himself halfway, realizing under Pancrase Rules that elbows are illegal. This is all Sherry needs to lock a clinch around the back of his neck then take him down with a muay thai trip. Sandy loses his grip and flops to the mat, but is back on his feet. Unfortunately the round ends.
The two fighters retreat to their corners, with Sherry getting advice to stay away from Sandy’s grappling and pick him apart on the feet. Sandy is being told to keep the pressure on her, don’t let her get comfortable.
Round two starts and Sandy surprises Sherry with an inside leg kick of his own, getting her to step back out of the pocket. She lightly grins, then returns with a set of body hooks followed by a big headkick that lands shin to neck! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Sandy drops to his knees from the shot and immediately goes into defense mode with a double leg takedown attempt. He’s unable to complete the takedown but is able to push her to the ropes. She gets in some punches to the side of the head as she sprawls, Sandy doing his best to recover quickly from that skull stinging shot. She tries to bring him into a clinch but as soon as Sandy feels her hands move he goes for a huge double leg lift up and powerslam, crushing her to the mat with Sandy landing in mount! The crowd cheers for the stunning slam as Sandy tries to advance, but Sherry does her best to fight those advances and get her back to the ropes. With a little butt scooting she’s able to do that, and then use her back to the ropes to leverage her way to her feet. Sandy stays close and holds on, but has no time to capitalize as the bell rings.
Sandy walked to his corner with a bit of a wobble from the headshot, and was told immediately by his team to take her to the mat and look for a RNC. Sherry on the other hand was told to watch for the takedown attempts and go for more punches as kicks are more susceptible to takedowns. Both fighters return for the third and final round.
Sandy and Sherry started off the round with Sandy being tentative, and Sherry looking to make this a boxing match. She got going with the pops right away, feeding him jabs and forcing him to cover up and dodge. Sandy responded with a nice countering leg kick as she attempted a left cross. She dealt with it and hit him back with a solid body kick that Sandy tried, and failed to catch. Sherry then caught him with a jab-jab-jab-hook-combo and then tried to finish it off with a body kick. That was all the opening Sandy needed as he caught the leg, came in close, then picked up Sherry with another glorious slam! The crowd popped hard once again as Sherry tried to flip out to her feet, but this only left her back open to Sandy. Sandy immediately went for the leg grapevine around the back, but Sherry wasn’t about to give up her neck. Sandy stopped himself from doing some side punches to the head, and got more aggressive with his rear lock as he grinded his forearm against her chin. He couldn’t quite get the arm under her chin, so he crushed down on her chin in a painful manner. Just then the bell sounded, and he immediately released.)
ALPINE: We’ve reached the end of the third round, which means we go to the judge’s scorecards again.
RODZ: AGAIN!? Come on man, all Sandy needed was ten seconds.
ALPINE: Maybe he needed more. We’ll never know. All I know is these two came to fight tonight.
(Lenne Hardt enters the ring as Oz brings Sandy and Sherry to the center of the ring.)
HARDT: The judges have reached a verdict. All three judges have scored this contest 29-28, for the winner by unanimous decision…..SAAAAAANNNNNDDDDDDYYYYY MMMMMAAAAAKKKKEEEELLLLLLL!!!
(Sherry sighs and smiles, giving a light clap for Sandy who has his hand raised.)
WINNER: Sandy Makel via UNANIMOUS DECISION @ 15 Minutes.
ALPINE: Sandy Makel picks up a HUGE win here tonight over the Caged Glory Imperial Champion Sherry Diamond. That’s the kind of win that’s gonna make the Caged Glory contingent watch out for him.
RODZ: Sandy ain’t just a pro wrestler. Decent striking and a strong collegiate wrestling background. It’s that collegiate wrestling background which he put in good use tonight.
(Sherry begrudgingly knuckle butts Sandy, trying to be a good sport to a man whom she had beef with in the past. The cameras in the back of the Coliseo Centenario find Masaru Inoue, relaxed as he sits on top of one of the large rolling cargo crates scattered around the backstage area. Olly swoops in and out of the camera shot, making small noises as he flies to scare out a mouse or two perhaps. Maz has a set of Beats headphones on, drowning out the ambience of the backstage area, nodding his head slightly to whatever song he’s listening to. Next to him on the crate is a Chromebook, and after a bit the screen lights up with a flash, a notification that he’s got an incoming Skype call. He pauses his music and slips the headphones off, setting them aside as he gives a small cackle, reaching over to press accept and grinning at the screen as it shows the image of Aurora.
She is not quite as the Phoenix Wrestling fans are used to seeing her, for one her waist length blonde locks are shorn off ragged and uneven roughly around the nape of her neck, some strands long in the front to frame her jaw, the shortest up at the back of her head. This of course is due to her recent appearance in HELL Luchalibre and happened during her match against Artemis Kaiser where The Last Empress cut off her braid with bolt cutters. She’s wearing a clean set of workout gear, and a slightly tired expression though she manages a smile for her tag team partner.)
AURORA: There you are, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there in person tonight but I made… arrangements. I saw what’s happened, Jason Jackson being out on injury and all. Have you switched gears? Has Seth tried to talk to you?
MASARU INOUE: Yes, he has and although he isn't you, I feel he has got me in the right lane. Shame I couldn't fight the 'Big Hoss' but he did take some brutal shots in that fight. I guess it’s better he bowed out now before these knees did worse but I appreciate him showing the fans in Phoenix a glimpse. But I am focused on this man, Jason...Cashe. Seth has did some quick researching for me to inform me on him. Very wild, unorthodox. I'm glad to hear from you.
(He smiles as he was glad she had Skype'd him. It was a different vibe with her not right there with him but she got a good replacement for him for the meantime. Seth did his job and more, giving him what he needed to know and to avoid. Like a Trainer would advise his fighter, or boxer. Seth all of a sudden popped into the backdrop, passing by as Aurora smiled and waved. She waits until he’s definitely out of earshot and she laughs softly.)
AURORA: I’m glad he’s treating you well, that means we don’t have to kill him just… yet.
(A very unlike Aurora giggle and then she shakes her head, a bit more serious look on her then as she lifts a hand, her finger tapping near her lower lip a moment as she thought.)
AURORA: I think things will go well. I wish we had a bit more time, but if anything, you’re adaptable. You’re not going to let a surprise like this throw you, not after all the work you’ve put in. I want to see how this pans out but no matter what, our own goals remain the same. It’s all heading in the right direction, don’t you think?
MASARU INOUE: It is and it has. We've together been non-stop. This IKT has been a goal to achieve. Each one I've gone out late or early. This is my chance to collect. Yes it is unfortunate to change late but sometimes good comes with change, right? This news isn't shaking me. There is hype with him. I'm just looking to knock his head off his shoulders. Adaptable has been a key word in our careers. Things change, we adapt quickly.
(He nods his head before taking his eyes off the screen briefly to see Olly standstill on the shelf of the section where the storage is. Seth went over to feed it shreds of meat from a small bowl. Masaru's eyes traced back to the screen, giving a reassuring smile to Aurora.)
AURORA: Yes we do. Honestly I can’t wait to see what we do with the rest of this year, considering what happened the first half. I think really all we need to do is set our minds to it and everything falls into place. First though, let’s see how far you go here. I believe you can go all the way, but now, it gets more dangerous. You see the names, and you know what they can do. It’s not like what we’re used to, but then… it all comes back around to that being able to adapt and survive where others fade off and wither out.
MASARU INOUE: That is true, these names, have come around every year when this tournament comes about. Just salivating of matching up with them and keep progressing forth up that ladder. These legs have done me justice over the years. Not many can serve up strong knees nor take the shots for long. There is more of course with growth. I've grown an arsenal of sets to use, its just when to use and when not. But the first half has been wonderful for us. The recognition is well-deserved. It will only get better this second half. We will continue to amaze the masses, even those who doubt.
(She grins and after a moment of fiddling around she holds up a t-shirt with a brand new design on it, turning it this way and that, on the back of it is a list of the tag team titles that Hell Is Waiting have held.)
AURORA: We’ve been messing around with all sorts of these things. Shirts and what not, you know. By the end of the year, I want to add a couple of more items to the back of it. But we’ll think about that later… you’ve got a match to go out there and dazzle everyone in.
MASARU INOUE: It's not about dazzling. I would love to dazzle them but I care nothing about it, just want to demolish. Hell is indeed waiting for Cashe and whomever is in my way. That shirt, that shirt is lovely. The color fits us and those lists of accomplishment, they will grow large enough to fill the entire back of the shirt. We have that power, that uniqueness, and most of all that bond. I appreciate you much for Skype'ing me. I was just listening to some Death Metal. Much love to you, Rori!
(Aurora laughs and ends the Skype call as Masaru turns his attention back towards Olly as the cameras switch elsewhere.)
ALPINE: This next match was supposed to feature Masaru Inoue facing off against the former Dragon Champion Jason Jackson, but due to injuries suffered in his fight with Joey Perello, he was forced to withdraw from competition. The first man to offer to take his spot was given it, PW’s newest hire Jason Cashe.
RODZ: The dynamic of this fight changes COMPLETELY. Instead of a bloodthirsty Japanese maniac facing off against a Samoan striking machine, we get Maz facing off against a reanimated cavemen on meth. Consider me intrigued.
ALPINE: It should be quite interesting to say the least.
Masaru Inoue vs. Jason Cashe (‘Nightlight’ by Silversun Pickups plays through the arena, bringing on a big mixed reaction for the beloved bad guy Masaru Inoue. The lights dim and a deep blue spotlight casts on him on his walk to the ring. Behind him is two PW trainers, along with Olly flying in tow. Masaru sports pancakes contacts, showing off his sense of humor as his face is dead serious. He gets in the ring and takes his corner, with Olly perching on the pad. The lights come back on and his theme silences, being replaced with ‘Hurt’ by T.I. Bursting out through the curtains to a big pop is Jason Cashe looking hyped. He screams out to the Mexican crowd and waves for them to make some noise for him on his way to the ring. In tow are his manager Tidus Howe and his girlfriend RJ who struggle to keep up with the madman making his way to the ring. He races towards Masaru and leaps on the ropes beside him, causing Olly to fly off and Maz to go into defensive mode. He holds out a fist to the crowd and screams before taking his corner. His theme silences and he hunches low, staring at Masaru as he mumbles to himself. Oz checks with both competitors then rings for the bell.)DING DING DING!!!(Masaru comes out of the corner looking pissed and ready to bash in what’s left of Cashe’s teeth for scaring away his bird. Cashe on the other hand has a strange karate pose as he comes out of the corner, hunching down and doing what appears to be a kung fu tiger form. He scoots forward on his feet as Masaru comes charging in with his famous leg kicks. Cashe surprisingly blocks the shots and fires back with some palm strikes, eliciting “HEE YA!!”s as he does so. Masaru wings a body kick to the ribs that gets Jason to jump back, but soon after he jumps at Masaru with a leaping double knee to the chest followed by a headlock! Masaru is able to twist out of the headlock into a side headlock and hammer Jason with body shots. He responds with a series of noogies, a hard punch in the face, then a running bulldog to the mat! The crowd is on their feet for the theatrics of Jason as he pops to his feet and returns to his tiger form, scooting forward. Masaru goes for a roundhouse kick but Jason cartwheels past it and farts in his face! Laughs from the crowd as Masaru waves off the smell and backs off. The bell sounds and Masaru returns to his corner red faced and embarrassed.
Tidus, being the suck ass he is gives no real advice and just tells Cashe to keep doing what he’s doing.
Round two starts with Jason Cashe wildly running across the ring with a shotgun dropkick to the chest of Masaru! He flies back to the corner, with Jason rushing in for a standing cannonball! Masaru moves out of the way and responds with a sharp soccer kick to the chest as Jason tries to stand. He slaps his chest and says “COME ON!!!” Masaru grits his mouthguard and fires off a Killshot! Esque shot to the face, which is ducked, and countered with a leaping monkey flip which sends Masaru crashing into the corner! Masaru scrambles to his feet, but is met with a springboard karate kick to the chest that knocks him to his ass! Masaru is a raging bull at this point and gets to his feet in kill mode. A sharp leg kick sets things in motion as Masaru unleashes a Tekken combo on Jason, sending him backpedaling to the corner where he covers up. Masaru lights into him with alternating knees, kicks, and punches, with Jason doing his best to hold on. Luckily for him he’s saved by the bell. That doesn’t stop Maz though from continuing his combo, eventually getting Cashe to drop to the mat as Oz yanks him away and rings for the bell!!)WINNER: Jason Cashe via DISQUALIFICATION @ 10 Minutes.
ALPINE: Jason Cashe steps in as a replacement and picks up a big win heading into Iron King, but what a screwy way to move forward.
RODZ: He clearly angered Masaru, which must be something Cashe isn’t privy to. You anger Masaru and you very well may be in a coma.
ALPINE: Staff are trying their best to separate the two!
(Cashe gets to his feet pissed as RJ and Tidus do their best to hold him back. Ten security guards are in the ring doing their best to hold back Masaru from inflicting more damage.)CASHE: Hey what the hell man!?(Seth Black appears at ringside, and seeing him seems to coax Masaru to walk to the back. All while Jason shakes his head at him. Cut to commercial.)COMMERCIAL  Summer Beach Bod Woes got you down? Turn to Tifficorp!
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jul 31, 2018 22:39:20 GMT
(Conor Blackburn is changed into his ring gear, taking long strides towards his locker room when an eager Kiko Hirayama comes running up to him with a microphone in hand. He shoots her a somewhat disbelieving look which she seems oblivious to.)
KIKO HIRAYAMA: Mr. Conor, I was hoping to interview you and get your thoughts on Zola Star!
(He turns, examining her up and down, causing the bubbly interviewer to grow a tad unsettled.)
CONOR BLACKBURN: Clearly, you were not given the message that A. I gave my thoughts on the young lady at the Iron King presser, and B. I am trying to screen my interviews so I do not need to waste anyone’s time with redundancies.
(Conor raises an index finger.)
CONOR BLACKBURN: Out of respect for the fact that you did some adequate work while under my employ out in Vegas, I will give you one brief statement.
(He clears his throat.)
CONOR BLACKBURN: I will afford the young lady all the respect that is due her way. Not because she gave an … attempt we’ll call it, to do so towards me. But rather because of the simple fact that I am a fair man.
(His hand lowers, and he forces the faintest of smiles for a brief moment.)
CONOR BLACKBURN: I try not to let the opposition define my success; my due diligence is done on them, but I keep my destiny in my own hands. Adopting the moniker “star” as part of your ring name says a lot about someone; it says that they have other goals in life. I have never been one to aspire for stardom, because that is something dependant on the admiration and respect of the masses. People who, quite frankly can be wishy-washy with their focus and attention. Instead, I strive for excellence, because that is self-created; it comes from within. Do you understand what I am saying?
(He glances down at her.)
CONOR BLACKBURN: Clearly not, judging by the look on your face. I will put it simply-- a star is only identifiable as a star if some diligent little fellow with a telescope has labeled them as such. My focus is fully on achieving excellence, and then improving upon it. Any recognition or respect that curries will fall into place as it will. Tonight, Pankration Rules against this oh so worthy foe? That will be no different, from any other night, or any other endeavor, trust me on that.
(Giving Kiko a light pat on the top of her head, he disappears back into his locker room.)
ALPINE: No one can deny that Conor is coming into this tournament very confident…
RODZ: And he has every right to be considering his track record.
ALPINE: Zola Star on the other hand is confident in her abilities as well, and could prove to be a test for Conor on the feet.
RODZ: Conor’s big, accurate, and hits hard. Zola better get on her bicycle and tire him out.
Zola Star vs. Conor Blackburn (‘Well Dressed’ by Queen Herby plays, bringing down Zola Star to a good reaction from the crowd. Plenty of whistles as Zola manages to look attractive even with her fight look of braided hair, mouthguard, and sports top. Two PW staff members follow behind her as she slaps a few hands on the way to ringside. She gets in the ring and takes a deep breath in her corner, smiling wide to the camera as it gets an up close shot of her. Her theme ends and is replaced with ‘Genesis’ by Justice. Out through the curtains steps Conor Blackburn showing off his typical ice cold demeanor and favorable reaction from the crowd. Two Blackburn Combat trainers follow him out to ringside, where he calmly walks out to the ring and up the steps. He takes his corner and rests his hands on the top rope, looking to the mat as his theme silences. The bell rings.)
DING DING DING!!!
(Zola comes out of her corner a ball of energy, lighting into Conor with a leaping teep kick to the stomach. It’s like hitting a brick wall as Zola bounces back from the impact. She hits him with several leg kicks. Two absorbed, one checked. Conor patiently waits for his opportunity as Zola leaps up with a flying crane kick that Conor easily side steps. He swings a couple prying jabs at her but she shows off her quick footwork as she moves around them. Conor throws off a body kick which Zola dodges and fires back with a leg kick on Conor, making him step back with the faintest grin. She then comes in with a series of jabs to the body followed by a wild spinning head kick attempt. It misses by a mile and Conor strikes with a perfect left roundhouse kick! His shin cracks against her jawline, dropping Zola to the mat unconscious! “HOLY SHIT!!” rings out through the crowd as Conor calmly walks back to his corner and Oz rings for the bell.)
WINNER: Conor Blackburn via KNOCKOUT @ 4 minutes, 04 seconds.
ALPINE: Conor making a big statement tonight with a first round knockout over Zola Star!
RODZ: Zola may be a petite little warrior, but rest assured that kick would knock out anyone.
ALPINE: Absolutely. Zola is a hell of a star for making it this far, and I will definitely be keeping an eye out for her in SSWA.
RODZ: Jason Cashe, be ready for war.
I've seen the Joshua Tree
Got down on my knees
Threw the Virgin Mother a prayer
I've walked glass barefooted
Strolled 'cross the devil's hot coal
I've tried everything, I swear
Yeah, I'm a half-cock, full-tilt
Scarred-hands-to-the-hilt
Don't-push-me, grown-ass man
(Seth Black comes out in front of an Iron King theme mural, and clears his throat before he begins to speak.)
Seth Black: In case anyone has any questions, due to the outstanding performance that Rex Evans gave, he will be replacing the injured Frankie Starlight in the Iron King Tournament. Good luck, Rex and Ty.
Tyberius King vs. Rex Evans
(‘Over and Over’ by Pallbearer hits, and the crowd warms up for Tyberius King. He makes his way through the curtains, icy blue eyes to the ring ahead. He’s followed out by two PW trainers on his methodical walk to the ring. He takes the steps and makes way to his corner where he hunches down with some bouncing squats to warm up his legs. As soon as his theme silences he pops to a stand and stares at the curtain. ‘Renegade’ by (Hed)pe plays and out comes Rex to the roar of the Mexico crowd. Rex smiles out to their love, showing a battle worn smile from his split decision loss to Carrick. His brother Tommy Evans is in tow, and the two make their way to ringside with Rex all business as he hops up the steps and swings into the ring. He takes his corner and cracks his neck, then places his back to Ty as he stretches out. His theme comes to an end, and he turns around to that ice cold gaze of Ty.)
DING DING DING!!!
(Rex comes out fists raised towards the center of the ring, with Ty taking more of a grappling approach. Rex swings a couple jabs at Ty, then comes in with a hook that Ty is able to catch. He pulls in for a body lock and tries to leg trip Rex to the ground only for him to block. Rex tries to get in the hooks for a belly to belly, but Ty is simply too quick and throws Rex onto his hip with a side twisting judo slam! Cheers from the crowd as he lands into side control. However Rex quickly rolls out of the slam, feeling it’s effects but not allowing Ty to capitalize on it. Rex throws some crosses Ty’s way to get him back off as Rex composes himself. Rex throws a hook with no set up and Ty takes the bait with a rapid double leg takedown. Rex is too quick for him though and catches him with a solid knee to the forehead coming in, getting “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Ty holds onto Rex’s waist for dear life. Rex goes into a sprawl, nearly being taken down by the smaller man before the bell saves him.
Between rounds Rex is told by Tommy to target that big goose egg on his forehead and don’t let him grapple with you. You’re strong but so is he. Ty doesn’t say a word and allows the trainer to ice down the huge lump forming on his forehead.
The second round starts and Rex comes in a little more confident with a series of jabs and a solid liver kick. Ty winces from the shots but keeps on trucking, looking for an opening. Rex doubles up on some laggard leg kicks. Not painful but enough to keep Ty at bay. Rex then makes the mistake of rushing in with some crosses only for Ty to duck and take his back. Ty quickly throws up Rex with a high lift german suplex, crashing the back of his neck to the canvas to the “OHHH!!”s of the crowd. Ty follows it up with a grunting pick up from behind into a deadlift drop onto Rex’s stomach. From there Ty scrambles for a rear naked choke as he grabs the neck. Rex tries to get to his feet but Ty drags him right back down and sits back with a leg grapevine over the torso then a side drop into the choke. Rex tries his best to fight the blood choke as Ty has it locked on tight and is threatening to put Rex to sleep. As much as Rex doesn’t want to do it, he latches onto the nearby bottom rope, giving him his first rope break of the night as the bell sounds.
Rex is breathing heavy heading back to his corner. Tommy tells him to not get sloppy with his strikes. Play it safe and try to catch him like you did first round. Ty continues getting that lump on his forehead iced as his face remains emotionless.
We head into the third round with Rex starting out real tentative with Ty. Ty does what he usually does, waits for a counter. Unfortunately that brings on the boos from the fans after the thirty second mark, prompting Rex to give the fans what they want with a superman punch that connects, then a high knee to the body! Ty immediately goes for a double leg takedown, chasing Rex across the ring as he sprawls like a pro. With a good twist and circle he’s able to push Ty off and regain his stance. Gradually he moves in on Ty with some jabs, a couple hitting him right in that goose egg. Rex continues with the jabs then throws a tired telegraphed hook that Ty spots a mile a way. He catches it with a beautiful flying armbar attempt that takes Rex to the mat, but once again Rex rolls out of the attempt! He’s breathing heavy, but that doesn’t stop him from waving on Ty to bring it as the fans countdown. The last ten seconds is the two fearlessly trading shots, neither backing down. The bell rings and the two give a bro hug embrace.)
ALPINE: We have another decision this evening, and once again, another really hard to pick fight!
RODZ: Both fighters poured it out for the fans. Both looked like a million bucks. I’ll let it be known, I want both these motherfuckers in PW after Iron King. YA HEAR ME SLAINE!?
ALPINE: I’m sure he hears you Johnny, and I concur.
(Lenne Hardt gathers the judgement cards and makes her way into the ring with a microphone.)
HARDT: The judges have reached a verdict. Judge Stevenson scores the bout 29-28, Rex Evans!
(Cheers from the crowd and clapping from Tommy.)
HARDT: Judge Latrisha scores the bout, 29-28, Tyberius King!
(Cheers from the crowd, but also some “OHHH!!!”s as they get a good look on the PhoenixTron of that forehead goose egg.)
HARDT: And judge Rage scores the bout, 29-28, for your winner by split decision….TTTTTTYYYYYBBBBBEEEEERRRRRRIIIIIUUUUUSSSSS KKKKKIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!
WINNER: Tyberius King via SPLIT DECISION @ 15 Minutes.
(Rex looks down defeated, disappointed at coming so far only to lose to decision again. He congratulates Ty on his win and leaves the ring with Tommy.)
ALPINE: Real tough break for Rex. Still one of the best of the world, and it was an honor to have him compete in PW again.
RODZ: Like I said, offer that motherfucker a contract Slaine!! Ty too!
(Backstage, shots are shown of Fin and Twin in the restroom, up against a commode as they were in release-mode. They shared a couple of laughs in midst as the door opened, paying it no mind, they continued their deal only to be blindsided by Ozzie and Ray Ray, Shooter and Horace's "goons".)
OZZIE: Yeah, who you got to help you out now? Nobody!
(Little did Ozzie or Ray Ray realize just how badly they fucked up, seeing Twin rise up off the floor, pulling his pants up as he waved the two on. A two on one it seemed as Fin was slow to recover. Ozzie and Ray started double-teaming Twin but Twin kicked out of their set-up, kicking both in the groin area before sending Ozzie crashing into the wall with a Roundhouse kick and followed with smashing Ray Ray into the mirror before ramming him into the wall and finally drowning him into the urinal head-first before taking out his legs and delivering a stiff kick to the face.)
FIN-NISHER: Woahhh bro, you totally kicked ass! Roadhouse-style!
(Getting to his feet, Fin got closer looked at the two knocked out, bleeding. Looking at one of Ozzies arm laying twisted from the fall, Twin walked and stomped on his arm as he waved to his bro to come on.)
TWIN-NISHER: Come on, let's go. It smells like shit in here!
(The two exited the restroom, closing the door as they made their way off.)
Heavy ‘Chevy’ Blythe vs. Carrick Price
(First to make his way ringside is ‘Heavy’ Chevy Blythe to ‘Three Shades of Black’ by Hank Williams III. Chevy looks way too confident as he cracks his knuckles and smirks to the crowd, who are giving him an okay reaction. Two PW staffers follow behind as he trudges his big body to the ring and up the steps. He takes his corner and folds his arms, staring at the curtains with a cocky smirk. His theme comes to an end and is replaced with ‘Whereabouts Unknown’ by Rise Against. Out through the curtains comes Carrick to a nice pop from the crowd. He holds up the Irish flag high as Jason Jackson lays in tow. He comes down to the ring staring down Chevy, which brings on some big belly laughs from the big man. Carrick goes to approach him but Oz orders him to his corner. Meanwhile Chevy points and laughs at Carrick, then motions with his hand how small he is to him. His theme ends and the bell rings.)
DING DING DING!!
(Carrick runs at Chevy like a maniac, fully expecting him to swing one of those big meat hooks. He does, and Carrick quickly leaps up and lands a perfect rear naked choke, latching on like a spider monkey. Carrick tightens the blood choke with ease as Chevy doesn’t even have time to counter. He falls unconscious while standing, sending him crashing to his side and Oz tapping Carrick on the shoulder to release!)
DING DING DING!!
(Carrick holds it for a few additional seconds, then releases and blows a snot rocket on the back of Chevy. He gets some boos for that and makes sure to flip off the fans for not appreciating his lighting quick submission.)
WINNER: Carrick Price via SUBMISSION @ 15 seconds.
ALPINE: Chevy wasn’t taking Carrick seriously, and he paid the price with that amazing rear naked choke from Carrick!
RODZ: What a fucking dumbass. Yeah I know Carrick isn’t a big man but he’s a killer. You don’t laugh at people that can destroy you without even really trying.
ALPINE: Well hopefully Chevy learned his lesson tonight.
(Things lead back to the backstage area where Horace and Shooter are together, casually walking the hallways but something caught their attention. Ambulance and EMTs on deck. Near the restrooms. The stretchers were already set up with bodies on it. Their pace grew quicker, aiming towards the scene.)
SHOOTER: What the hell?
MEDIC: Someone called, saying two men were in the restroom, beaten and bloodied. Got minimal words from these two except for the word "Roadhouse". I do not know what that mean but they alluded it was two but a solo act. We still trying to get information.
(The medic discussed the minimal info she had gotten from the two as there wasn't much they was getting out of their men at this state, who were bandaged and tightened up on the stretch. Ozzie had a cast on his arm which Twin stepped on as both Horace and Shooter looked around.)
HORACE: Those bitches did this! Ohhhh, they are DONE!
(They were left watching the medics load their guys up into the truck as the sirens continued going off. Their faces were beyond pissed as cameras broke away from that scene back to ringside.)
Ernest Cauldwell vs. Lance Winters ©
(‘Long Pig Chef and the Hairless Goat’ by Cattle Decapitation plays, bringing on some cheers, but also some ear covering for the lovely gore grind jams of CD. Cauldwell makes his way down to the ring sporting a Gracie hoodie and lightly rolling his neck. He looks quite zen as two PW staffers follow behind him on his way to the ring. He steps up the ring steps and removes his hoodie, handing it off to a ring girl before heading into the ring and to his corner. His theme silences and is replaced by ‘Dance With The Devil’ by Breaking Benjamin. A loud roar is heard behind the curtains, and out comes Lance on his motorcycle with his Rising Phoenix Championship strapped over the headlight. Boos and two reapers follow behind him as he makes his way to the ring wearing a white shirt, blue jeans, and sunglasses. He steps off his bike and makes his way up the steps and into the ring. He holds his hand high and walks around the ring, stopping at Ernest only to make a rat face complete with a “pff pff” sound. He then returns to his corner as his theme silences. Oz checks with both men and rings for the bell.)
DING DING DING!!
(Lance walks out of the corner nonchalant, one hand behind his back and the other in a grappling pose with his fingers waving for a ‘test of strength’ with Ernest. Ernest looks up at the hand extended, then rushes forward for a leg trip! Lance quickly catches him with a thumb to the eye which causes Ernest to back off and rub his eye! Oz is quick to warn Lance, telling him if he does that one more time he will dock a point. Lance shrugs his shoulders and walks up to Ernest with one hand behind his back again. He holds his hand high for Ernest to grapple, and blurry eyed Ernest takes the bait only so he can reel Lance in. However Lance goes right back to the thumb to the eye, knocking Ernest to the mat in an eye rubbing frenzy to the boos of the crowd! Oz then separates the men and says one point! He then gets in Lance’s face and says you do that one more time and you’re disqualified! Lance shrugs his shoulders again and puts a hand behind his back, begging Ernest for that ‘test of strength’. Ernest’s eyes are heavily affected, nonetheless he rushes in for a double leg takedown as the bell rings.
Ernest returns to his corner and has his eyes rinsed out by the PW staff before a doc checks his vision. He clears him for the second round as Lance and the reapers have a laugh.
Second round begins and once again Lance is begging for that test of strength. Ernest dives in head down to Lance’s torso and trips him to the mat with a Gracie style leg trip! Before he can even lock an armbar Lance is grabbing the bottom rope. Oz warns Ernest to release, and he does. But Lance catches him with a fish hook on the way up and drags him across the ring, screaming out to his buddies “HEY LOOK I CAUGHT A RAT! RAT TRAP!!” Before Oz can leap in for the DQ Ernest trips Lance to the mat and hooks him in a reverse headlock with a body lock. Before Lance has a chance to tap Oz rings for the bell.)
WINNER: Ernest Cauldwell via DISQUALIFICATION @ 7 minutes, 18 seconds.
ALPINE: I wish Oz would’ve let that go just a little bit longer. Guaranteed if Ernest had a little more time he would have had Lance drooling on the canvas.
RODZ: The title is on the line so Lance had nothing to lose. Not the most sportsmanlike way of doing battle with a superior grappler, but an effective way to get out of the fight with minimal damage.
ALPINE: I’m just glad Ernest’s vision isn’t compromised from those eye pokes. Ernest certainly has the potential to go far in Iron King.
(Lance is up to his feet giving Oz shit for the DQ as Ernest leaves the ring wiping his blurry eyes in victory. Cut to commercial.)
A scrolling run of text appears on the screen underneath a large graphic of the world famous Tokyo Dome in Japan.
This fades out as graphics of all of the Caged Glory Fight Club's matches are shown,
then clips of all the fighters involved best moments.
After a beat, scrolling information appears for ticket prices
and special venue packages.
CGFC 30: Dragon's Rage III
Venue: Tokyo Dome
Location: Tokyo, Japan
Date: August 31, 2018 - Prelims/First Round at 6PM EST Live On ESPN & Main Show at 11PM EST
- Live On eVolve Network & PPV
Along with all of the Dragon's Way Tournament Matches, this show features:
CGFC SHOGUN CHAMPIONSHIP
#7 Elena Nguyen © vs. Byron McCall
CGFC IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP
#9 Sherry Diamond © vs. Megan Treamon
CGFC DIVINE CHAMPIONSHIP
#10 BAD ASS © vs. #2 Prince Pierre-Paul
[Face Off]
CGFC GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP
#1 Niko Holst © vs. #6 Tyson Geroux
MAIN EVENT
CGFC DRAGON CHAMPIONSHIP
DRAGON'S WAY TOURNAMENT - FINALS
xxx vs xxx to become ©
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jul 31, 2018 22:40:35 GMT
The cameras cut away backstage, but instead of cutting to a locker room or interview area, it's an open conference room. Tables have been pushed back to the walls and chairs have been moved aside. In the center of the room, Rowyn Starr and Kelli Torres are seen circling each other. Compared to the last sparring session between the two, Rowyn's speed has slightly increased to the point that he's reacting a little quicker to Kelli's movements and footwork. Richard Roque and the recently cleared Hirooki Raijin are looking on at this impromptu sparring session.
Richard Roque: Keep your guard up, Rowyn! Anastasia's striking strength is her legs, but she can still close your eyes, break your nose, or bust your mouth open with her fists or elbows!
With a burst of speed, Kelli moves in. Rowyn's fists are up, but his left hand is slightly lower on his guard and Kelli launches a right cross toward the less protected side of Rowyn's face. He drops back to dodge the punch, but Kelli moves with him, following through with a spinning bicycle kick that catches him with a glancing blow to the head. He drops to one knee. Kelli moves forward and plants the palms of her hands on Rowyn's head for leverage to launch a knee strike to his face, but Rowyn gets his hands up, grabs Kelli's attacking leg and pushes down. Kelli goes to the ground backwards, but use that momentum to roll through into a backwards handspring and come up standing. Rowyn has gotten to his feet, but Kelli, ever quick moves in again, leaps up, and takes Rowyn down with a hurricarana.
Hirooki Raijin: Get on your feet! Quickly!
Kelli leaps into the air for a legdrop bulldog, but Rowyn, sensing the danger, pushes her off. Kelli tumbles and rolls into a standing position. She pivots and launches herself into a backflip into a kick toward Rowyn as he advances. Rowyn catches the kick in his hands and wraps his arms around the leg to set up for a drop into a grapevine hold, but Kelli rolls foward, flipping him over her. He lands in a sitting position, but begins to scramble to his feet. Kelli rushes him from behind and grabs his neck, attempting to flip over him with a flipping neckbreaker, but Rowyn, on instinct, locks his arms around Kelli's arms and drops backwards into a modified Wounded Knees and transitions into his Trail of Tears finishing submission hold. Kelli taps only once before Rowyn releases the hold. Richard and Hirooki move in and help the pair to their feet.
Richard Roque: Don't depend on that move as your only way to win. Anastasia's a contortionist and she can escape most holds like that with ease. You used your power and strength to get out of some bad situations defensively, but don't forget to use them as a means of offense and counter Anastasia's attacks into power moves or a knockout blow if you have the opening. And stay away from her right leg as much as you can. Kelli was able to cause you a lot of problems there and while she's able to emulate her moves, she's not Anastasia.
Rowyn nods at Richard's assessment before he turns his attention to Kelli and claps a hand on her shoulder.
Rowyn: If Anastasia ever wants a protege here in Phoenix Wrestling, she won't have to look very far. You did really well adapting to her fighting style. Once again, thank you for helping me prepare for this match.
The Cherokee warrior starts to say something else, but then catches sight of the camera and then waves his hand foward, motioning the cameraman to approach.
Rowyn: We have company. Come on in.
The others now notice the camera as the point of view gets closer to the group.
Rowyn: Hello to everyone who are in attendence tonight as well as all of you watching from home. I'm glad you're here with us tonight. For the first time in two months, our group is back together again. I can't express how happy I am to see Hirooki standing here with us. After that vicious assault at the hands of Asger and Azazel at Under The Coliseum Lights, I didn't know if he'd ever wrestle again. But here he is with a clean bill of health. Hirooki, my friend, how are you feeling?
Hirooki: Disappointed that I lost a chance to fight for the Rising Phoenix championship. But I'm glad to be here with my friends.
Rowyn: We're glad you're here, too.
Kelli and Richard both simletaneously give Hirooki a pat on the back in a gesture of happy returns. The camera turns to Rowyn, who doesn't immediately notice with his attention on his friends. Hirooki does notice the cameraman's focus and turns his attention to Rowyn.
Hirooki: I think he wants you to speak.
Rowyn remembers the cameraman and quickly turns, steps forward and looks directly into the lens.
Rowyn: I'm not going to repeat myself about how much I wanted this match, Anastasia. Your behavior at the press conference, though, disappointed me. I'm no stranger to hostility and I'll say that from two people in this business that it was rightly deserved. You are not either of them. I'm a competitor through and through, but I've done nothing to you to make you my enemy.
Looking into the camera, Rowyn's face is one of grim determination.
Rowyn: Thank you, though, for showing your hold card and letting me know exactly how you're going to approach the battle we're about to fight. I'm fighting for this just as much as you are, but I'm at peace with knowing that I didn't have to channel misplaced hatred in order to gain an edge or what I seek. I know you're going to inflict as much punishment as you can to make a statement, but you have no idea how just how resiliant I am.
The Dark Star crosses his arms, looking as strong as steel.
Rowyn: A match with you tonight is a match I can cross off my bucket list, Anastasia, but you're in my way of a spot in the tournament quarterfinals. You're going to bring everything you have against me, but I'm going to bring all that I have against you. But when it's all said and done, I'm not going to beat you with a killer instinct fueled by rage. I'm going to beat you with a killer instinct that's half respect and half pragmatism. You're the poker player who's built a huge chip stack but that stack is starting to be depleted in loss and the first instinct is to feel sorry for you, but I have to suppress that feeling and bust you or else I take it right in the eye.
Without being aware of it, Richard, Kelli, and Hirooki have moved to stand next to their comrade. Rowyn looks to his left and to his right and when he turns back to the camera, there is peaceful resolve.
Rowyn: You've flown high and far in reaching for the stars, Anastasia, but this star you're about to fly next to isn't a bright supernova. It's a dark one and you've just entered into the pull of its inescapable gravity and when it's all said and done, you'll know the price of flying too high. See you out there.
The group moves off camera as the scene cuts back to ringside.
ALPINE: Rowyn getting some sound advice from Richard Roque out of all people. I guess all those years as a personal trainer paid off.
RODZ: Richard may never have received any awards or titles here in PW, but he’s a solid hand through and through and a good guy for Rowyn to have on his side. He’s gonna need all the help he can get against the Rising Phoenix Champion.
ALPINE: Anastasia is coming in tonight to prove a point. She wants a definitive, exciting win tonight, and will seemingly do whatever it takes to get it.
RODZ: This woman is not to fucked with when angry. Don’t let the looks fool you, she is an acrobatic terminator.
Rowyn Starr vs. Anastasia Starling ©
(The lights dim and ‘Haunted’ by Poe plays. Out through the curtains emerges Rowyn Starr under a forest green spotlight to a big pop from the crowd. Following behind him are Kelli Torres, Richard Roque, and Hirooki Rajin who continue to give the silent Rowyn advice on the way to the ring. He energetically races up the steps and gets into the ring, raising both arms out to the loving crowd. He then takes his corner and removes his ‘Dark Star’ hoodie, then hands it off to a ring girl. His theme silences and the lights stay out. Suddenly silver and blue fireworks strike the entrance ramp, and the gold spark shower begins to ‘Time (Yellhigh! Remix) by Satellite Empire. Stepping through the curtains with her father Bobby B. Barabbas in tow is Anastasia Starling. She holds up her Rebirth Championship high to Rowyn, walking to the ring with purpose as a gold spotlight struggles to keep up with her. She slides in the ring and walks over to Rowyn’s corner, pointing at the championship and yelling “MINE!!” which gets echoed by the fans. She hands off the belt to Bobby as Rowyn calmly takes a deep breath and exhales. Her theme ends as she takes her corner, showing off her flexibility with an ankle resting on the top rope to forehead stretch. Oz checks with both competitors and the bell rings.)
DING DING DING!!
(Rowyn starts things off with a sportsmanlike knuckle butt, the first of the night, which Anastasia quickly reciprocates. It's then to the strikes they go as Anastasia jumps and comes down with a leaping oblique kick to left knee, causing Rowyn to drop to one knee to the “OHHH!!”s of the crowd. Anastasia goes for a lightning quick head kick that Rowyn barely ducks, but follows up with a waist lock into an overhead pickup to a big slam that Anastasia flops out of! She wags her finger in defiance at Rowyn and hits with a quick leg kick. He winces but comes forward, looking for a lock up. He lunges forward and eats a big spinning back kick to the ribs that causes him to back off and take a deep breath. Anastasia runs forward for a leaping front kick to the chest, and Rowyn is able to grab the foot and push her off, sending Anastasia rolling back into a perfect backflip! Anastasia lands on her feet with a smile as Rowyn nods to her showmanship. Just as the two are about to get back into it the bell rings.
Rowyn returns to his corner and is told right away by Richard to hit Anastasia hard. She may be fast and flexible but she feels pain like everyone else. Meanwhile Ana is given a shoulder rub by Bobby and told to dictate the pace. Don’t allow Rowyn to make this a grappling game.
Second round starts and Ana comes forward with a bicycle kick that Rowyn dodges. He tries to counter with a body lock but she’s able to backflip off his chest then run forward with a low dropkick to the knees! Rowyn’s left knee gives away, allowing Ana to sweep the other leg out with a big leg kick! Rowyn drops to the mat and Ana backs up, allowing him to stand. Oz resumes the match and Ana catches him off guard as she races toward him. He goes for a front tackle but she ducks underneath, hits the ropes, then comes back with a moonsault dropkick! Rowyn sidesteps the fancy move and locks on a full nelson! Before Ana can counter Rowyn yanks her to her feet and slams her HARD into the mat with the Tsali Sweep! He quickly transfers it into the Trail of Tears as he cranks back on Ana. He cranks, but Ana shows off her severe flexibility as Rowyn torques her dramatically. Somehow, someway the bloody faced Ana is able to latch onto the bottom rope, breaking the submission just seconds before the bell rings.
Rowyn is given a warm reception from his corner who tell him to keep the heat on Anastasia and try to sub her in the center of the ring. Bobby’s approach is much different than the previous round. He is screaming at Anastasia to stop messing around and finish this. Ana nods as her father absorbs her bloody nose with cotton swabs.
The third round begins, showing off a much more aggressive Rowyn as he comes at Anastasia with several jabs. Ana easily dodges them, but it allows Rowyn to come in with a running knee and go for a gutwrench lock. He goes for a gutwrench suplex but Ana flips out of it and pele kicks Rowyn in the face! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Rowyn hits the mat but pops right back up to his feet. Anastasia is ready for him with a gamengiri which catches Rowyn on the side of his head! He stumbles to his knees, right in range for a Spinning Bird Kick from Anastasia! The crowd lights up as the move hits clean! Rowyn covers up and Anastasia lands a leaping side kick to the chest that drives Rowyn to a free corner! She then pours it on with punches and kicks, the referee having no choice but to pull Anastasia off of Rowyn!!)
WINNER: Anastasia Starling via TKO @ 14 minutes, 03 seconds.
ALPINE: Anastasia bounces back from that rough second round and finishes Rowyn on the feet!! Incredible!!
RODZ: That funky striking is gonna be hard for anyone to prepare for in this tournament. Doesn’t matter your background.
(Anastasia is overjoyed and emotional and leaps into her father’s arms. He then holds her hand high, proud of his daughter. Rowyn then gives her a nod before him and his group leave the ring and let her celebrate. We cut to the back where Chris and Mandi Andrew are backstage in their locker room. They were sitting on benches, looking at each other.)
Mandi: We may have lost the shows, but we can't let that get us down.
Chris: We won't babe. We haven't came this far to give up.
Mandi: No we didn't. We have beat The Pulpit before, and we can do it again. This isn't there time. It is our time still.
Chris nods at Mandi as he smiles.
Chris: We got this babe. We will go out there, and prove why we are the champions. It will take a lot more to take the titles off of us.
Mandi stands up, along with Chris.
Mandi: You're right. Come on, let's get out there, and show everyone that we may have lost in singles action, but we are not going to lose our titles.
(They take each others hands before they walk out of the locker room. Cut to ringside.)
ALPINE: It’s good to see the champs showing some confidence before their big title match. They’ve had a rough couple of losses lately.
RODZ: Tell me about it. These kids need to get their priorities straight. Get off the honeymoon period and go back into putting work in the gym.
Non-Tournament Main Event Duos Championship Mandi and Chris Andrew © © vs. The Pulpit (Asger and Azazel)
(The lights dim, and already the boos are beginning for the Pulpit. ‘Cut The Cord’ by Shinedown plays, and out through the curtains emerges Asger and Azazel scowling at the crowd. Just seeing the two beasts bring on the hate from the crowd, along with some trash thrown their way. They swat it out of their path as a blood red spotlight guides them on the way to the ring. They walk up the steps with purpose and enter the ring, taking their corner. There’s a brief period of discussion where Asger decides to start it off for their team. The lights come back on and their theme silences. ‘I am The Fire’ by Halestorm plays, and out through the curtains emerges Chris and Mandi Andrew. The belts lay around their waists as they make their way out to the pop of the crowd. They make sure to get in some high five time on the way to the ring, with Mandi even giving a fan her headband for the evening. The two then make it to the ring, with Mandi insisting that she start it off for their team. Chris sighs and lets the woman have her way as their theme dies down. Oz checks with both teams, then rings for the bell.)
DING DING DING!!
(Asger waves on Mandi to bring it. Mandi breathes deeply, exhales, then races at Asger! Asger swings for a lariat, she ducks and bounces off the ropes. He catches her flying cross body block attempt, turns in Chris’s direction, then throws Mandi at Chris, knocking the two off the apron! Asger smacks his hand together with a laugh as Oz administers a count. Being Chris is now the legal man, he shakes out the cobwebs and enters the ring. He circles around Asger, patiently waiting for an opening. Asger is quite slow he starts chopping away with leg kicks. Three go unchecked, but Asger walks through them like Jason as he closes in on Chris in an empty corner. Chris grabs onto the top rope and slings his boot up for a kick away, only for Asger to catch the boots, spin them outside to the apron, then grab Chris by the back of his head. He then pulls back with his massive strength, then slams a trunk of a forearm into Chris’s chest, causing a loud smack to echo through the arena!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Chris tumbles to the outer mat, and Asger follows him to the outside. Chris pushes up to his feet, but right away Asger snatches him and irish whips him right into a steel step section, dislodging it and leaving Chris slumping! With the ref up to a five count, Asger shoves Chris into the ring and tags in Azazel.)
ALPINE: So far Asger and Azazel are dominating Chris Andrew. Chris has to do everything he can to tag in Mandi.
RODZ: Do you really think that would matter much? Look at the size of these behemoths!
(Azazel starts things off by stomping on Chris’s hands as he tries to crawl back to his corner. Chris yowls in pain, coming so close to tagging in Mandi with a wavering hand. Azazel stops that with a rear chin lock and a reverse drag to the center of the ring. He then starts smashing in the side of Chris’s face with forearms, getting “OHHH!!”s from the crowd. He drops him on the fourth, then pulls Chris up by his tights and tosses him to the outside. Azazel wastes no time in picking him up and landing a stiff high knee to his face. Before he can fall back Azazel catches him and slings him on his shoulder. With a big run he comes crashing down on the loose steel step with an Alabama Slam!! “HOLY SHIT!!” and boos from the crowd as Chris writhes on the outer apron in pain. Azazel yanks up Chris and throws him into the ring. Mandi already looks like she badly wants in, bringing a look from Azazel to Asger. Azazel sets up Chris for the Hellraiser and folds his arms for the pin! Just as he does Mandi looks on in a panic and springboards into action. However Asger makes it into the ring in time, intercepting her with a Thor’s Hammer to the “OHHH!!”s of the crowd! Oz makes the count!!)
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HARDT: Your winners of the match….and NEW PW DUOS CHAMPIONS….ASSSSSSGGGGEEEERRRRR ANNNNNNNNDDDD AZZZZZAAAAAAAAZZZZZZEEELLLL…..THHHHHHHEEEEEE PPPPUUUUULLLLLPPPPIIIIITTTTTT!!!!
WINNERS, and NEW PW DUOS CHAMPIONS: The Pulpit via PINFALL @ 10 minutes, 15 seconds.
ALPINE: Asger and Azazel just came in and dominated the champs!
RODZ: It seems like all these kids needed to do was get out from under Mason to truly shine.
ALPINE: That’s a very convincing argument to be made. They showed killer instinct like never before.
RODZ: Finally the Pulpit holds some gold!
(Jade slides into the ring, both championship belts in her hands as she pops to her feet and rushes over to the two massive men, handing them their newly won championship belts. The two men lift them up high, all while lifting Jade up onto their shoulders as they all begin to celebrate the victory in the ring. The fans are booing as the show comes to a close with The Pulpit celebrating their first big triumph as a group.)
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