Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Oct 8, 2018 8:10:05 GMT -8
The show opens in silence as an image of Vlad Blackheart during his Easy V persona, appears on the screen. Beneath it, the text reads:
~In Loving Memory Of Vlad Blackheart~
~Jan. 14, 1975 - May 5, 2016~
After the image fades away, the sound of Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" is heard as the tournament logo explodes onto the screen and we hear the announcer's thunderous voice list the A Block competitors.
As the camera cuts to the ringside area, showing the amped up crowd, Nick Hanson and James Reynolds welcome those in attendance, in addition to those watching via NFW's streaming network.
Hanson: "Aaaaaaaand welcome ladies and gentlemen! I'm Nick Hanson, joined by James Reynolds. We are, once again, ready for more Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, matches. We're here in The Bronx--"
Reynolds: "AND YOU'S CAN'T LEAVE!!"
Hanson: "...You know what? I'm not gonna even say anything."
Reynolds: "You talkin t'me, paisan?"
Hanson: "Yeah, I am. I'm just gonna call the matches until Nico Salvatore comes out here and hears you being an idiot before he slaps the taste out of your mouth."
Reynolds: *dropping the act* "You think he would?"
Hanson: "You think he wouldn't?"
Reynolds: "Good point...."
Hanson: "Let's get this show rolling folks!"
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In the opening preliminary match, the Killer Elite Squad defeated the tag team of Colt Shields & Satoru Shade III in 7:29 when Davey Boy Smith Jr pinned Shade after he and Lance Archer delivered the Killer Bomb.
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[10/4/2018 - DAY 8 - B BLOCK]
Shortly after Commissioner Steven Brody's final warning to Doomsday and Rick Dickulous, Ultra-Violence come walking from ringside, through the backstage curtain. This time, Doomsday walks right up to the interviewers, and gets right up in the camera.
"I'll save you all the trouble of asking." He growls, deep and muffled under his mask. "I don't need to lay hands on Rick Dickulous...to make his life a living hell. If that's what he or Brody think...." Doomsday shakes his head, tilting his head forward. "They need to remember...who I am...." With that said, Doomsday promptly moves away from the camera, walking with Belphegor down the hallway.
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In the second preliminary match, the Guerillas of Destiny defeated the Fallen, by pinfall in 14:02, when Tanga Loa hit Ryan Steele with Guerilla Warfare and made the cover.
Reynolds: "WHOA!! NICKY!!"
Hanson: "Ummm....wow! Well...I guess you know what that means!"
Reynolds: "Damn straight, I do! Think they're gonna challenge for the titles?"
Hanson: "You think they *won't*?"
Reynolds: "Good point."
As Tama and Tanga walked up the ramp, Tanga got right up in the camera, shouting a message to the Fallen.
"G.O.D ALL DAY!! WE COMIN' FOR THEM TAG TITLES, BITCHES!! KEEP THEM MOTHERFUCKERS WARM FOR US!!" Tanga shouted before piefacing the camera out of his way.
Hanson: "Well, there ya have it!"
Reynolds: "They beat the champs and they want their shot!"
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[10/4/2018 - DAY 8 - B BLOCK]
Lamb of God's "The Duke" plays out in the arena as "The Punisher" Andrew Payne steps through the curtain. Sliding his straps down around his waist, Payne stops in front of the promotional backdrop with his hands on his hips. Sweat runs down his face and body as he turns his head down the hall where, presumably, EVIL made his way off to. He points in the same direction.
"That guy...." Andrew pants. "He's gonna be a star in his brand one day. Soon. Very soon. Before Danny and I got the call to come back and sign here, we felt like fans again. We made it a point to watch the upcoming stars of today. New Japan in particular. We both said, that EVIL...is gonna be the fucking man one day. He's got the in-ring technique. He's a tough son of a bitch. He runs with a good crew. In fact, D and I were talking earlier and we got to thinking. Next week, in the Bronx...Harold Meij. You talk to the boys in LIJ. We want their heavyweight tag unit in a prelim. We want EVIL and SANADA. Let a couple of veterans of New Frontier and the modern day tag unit of the heavyweight division that take no shit, tear it up in the Bronx. If you gotta talk to them, if you gotta talk to their leader, Naito. I don't know the politics of New Japan, specifically. We have no beef or ill will against the two. But we know a great match in the making when we see one, and that's what this tournament is about. It ain't just the matches for the contract. Vlad loved watching two badass tag teams do their thing in the ring, so let's give the man above something to smile down at. Make it happen. Mafia versus Los Ing...LIJ. Sorry, I can't pronounce that shit, no offense. Plus, hey, I've locked up with Mutoh before. I wanna see what his star protege's got, myself. SANADA? I expect you to make me work, if this happens." Andrew says, pointing at the camera before throwing the horns and starting to walk off.
"Uhh, excuse me, Mr. Payne?" One reporter calls out, stopping Andrew in his tracks.
"What is it, now?"
"Can we get your thoughts on your next block match?"
Andrew goes quiet, wiping the sweat off of his face and sighs. "My next block match...tch. You know, it's kinda ironic. Here I am, asking Steven Brody and Harold Meij to stick D and I in a tag match...and the next day, we have to beat the shit out of each other. We've done that once." He raises a finger. "One other time. It ended in a draw. Fans thought they wanted it until they realized they didn't. You had grown men looking somber as hell in the front row. Women crying as if they were watching two family members trade blows. Hell, my ex girlfriend, Deanna, couldn't contain her own tears as they watched from the ramp. D gets a call after that match. It's LeeAnn back in Pittsburgh. She says 'you two need to talk to your kids, now!' Our daughters watched that match, nearly bawling their eyes out. I know this is for Vlad's memory. This is to pay respect to his family, but frankly? I gotta get this off my chest. I don't wanna do this match. I don't wanna fight my brother. I'm going to because I wanna win. I know he's going to because he wants to win. But if I find out who booked these blocks, I'm gonna beat their fuckin' ass. Frankly, you could have stuck us in opposite blocks where us meeting up would have been an absolute last resort. Believe me, when we lock up? Two guys that are like brothers but refuse to quit? You have no idea what the hell you're fixing to witness. D? I know you're gonna see this. I love you, brother. Let's try not to kill each other." Andrew pounds his chest, throws the deuces and storms off camera, suddenly in a less positive mood.
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In the final preliminary matchup that had the crowd roaring with excitement, the McKeesport Mafia defeated Los Ingonbernables De Japon, by pinfall in 16:39, when Andrew Payne pinned SANADA after hitting the 11th hour.
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"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, Amy Connors here with my guest..."
*The shot pans out to show Rick Dickulous standing next to Amy, hands on his hips. Rick bends down to the microphone*
"Hey, Amy-guy!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, Rick Dickulous. Rick, you have a match tonight that many people are calling one of the most anticipated grudge matches in the A Block of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament when you face Max LeBrun. He had some harsh words for you last week, what's going through your mind?"
*Rick smiles at Amy and nods*
"Abso-fucking-loutely, guy! Max flapped his lips like Mia Khalifa's beef curtains after some BBC...and he clearly thinks that's gonna throw me off my game, buddy! News flash...I'd have to care about his opinion first, eh?"
"No, instead Max just opened the door for an ass whuppin', and I'm bustin' through that door like the motherfuckin' Kool-Aid Man, Amy-guy!"
*Amy pulls out a tablet, turning the screen on and swiping a few times*
"It seems this has even gone to Social Media, with Max tweeting the following on Sunday:"
"Time to shut the biggest mouth in @officialnfw tomorrow at the #VBMT @dickulousrick Make sure you bare those pearly whites when my foot’s flying towards your face."
*The tweet from Max LeBrun's Twitter account flashes on the screen*
"And then your reply:"
"Ahem....
Sick burn, guy!
I hope you're ready to Fuck The Dog, just don't try selling those puppies..."
*The reply from Rick Dickulous' Twitter account is displayed on screen*
"The question on many lips is, are you going to attempt to win against Max LeBrun by tap out? The Dog Fucker is what you named your modified crossface chickenwing submission move..."
"Amy, friend, Max LeBrun won't be able to tap out after I'm done tearing his arms off and beating him with the wet ends...know what I mean, guy? Someone better have some paramedics on standby, because this isn't gonna be a fight...it's going to be a massacre, eh?"
*Rick points into the camera*
"Max? You've had this coming for a long goddamned time, bud. You thought Kane left you in bad shape? After tonight, I guaran-goddamn-tee you you're gonna wish you could go back to that pain, eh? You're gonna wish you could just put a cold compress on your boo boo and make it better."
*Rick turns to walk away, then suddenly stops and turns back around*
"Just thought a warning might be in order. Sorry, not sorry...but small children probably shouldn't watch Max's bad day - it's definitely not gonna be PG."
*As Rick walks off, Amy Connors turns back to the camera*
"Strong words from Rick Dickulous, ladies and gentlemen. Let's take you back to Jim and Nick for more action from ringside..."
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Once again, the ringside crew were seen preparing the area for the night's block matches as Nick Hanson and James Reynolds went over the current points.
Reynolds: "Alright, Nicky. Time for A Block! How's everyone looking?"
Hanson: "Alright, A Block's been getting interesting, so far. Right now, we have Buzzsaw in the lead with seven. Chris Wolfe and Nico Salvatore are right behind him with six. Heavyweight Champion, Max LeBrun sits at 5. Rick Dickulous, Zack Sabre Jr and Kota Ibushi sit at four. Shelton Benjamin and Kane each have 2. Matt Klazzic has zero."
Reynolds: "We're starting to see some differences in the points here, Nicky."
Hanson: "We are, indeed, Jim."
Reynolds: "Well, for most anyway."
Hanson: "I know, I know. Your boy's not doing well, at all. You have to give, Matt Klazzic heart, though!"
Reynolds: "Oh, absolutely."
Hanson: "So, let's get this night of A Block action underway, here folks! Big match to kick us off!"
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Rick Dickulous defeated MaxLeBrun in their block match, by pinfall in 18:14, after blocking a Slapshot and countering with a thunderious Misery Whip, before covering him.
Reynolds: "NICKY!!"
Hanson: "WOW!!"
Reynolds: "Talk about upsets!"
Hanson: "Well, I wouldn't say upset. That match could have gone either way."
Reynolds: "Well, *I'm* upset. For once, I was rooting for the a Renegade on that one."
Inside the ring, Max LeBrun was about as surprised as anyone else might have been. Hands on his head with his eyes closed in frustration as he sat on his knees. While he wasn't throwing things around or hitting security staff, it was obvious that he was livid on the inside.
Hanson: "Another challenger just got added to the list, Jim."
Reynolds: "And it's probably one of the last people that Max wanted to give a shot to!"
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Chris Wolfe defeated Nico Salvatore in their block match, by pinfall in 19:01, after reversing the GFY and hitting the Direwolfe.
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[10/4/2018 - DAY 8 - B BLOCK]
While Curry Man's theme song plays out in the arena, Kenny Omega comes walking through the curtain with an ice pack on the back of his neck. Grimacing, almost comically, he stops in front of the backdrop and looks at the reporters. For a long moment, he says nothing before shrugging at the camera. "Well...you know what they say; expect the unexpected! To be honest, I love that mentality. Now, don't get me wrong. That doesn't mean I was underestimating the guy." He thumbs to the curtain towards ringside. "Believe me. Curry Man? I'm no fool. Hell, most people aren't. We know you. You can be a goofball. But we know the man under that mask can go when he needs to. You proved that, tonight. Hey...." He lifts his empty hand in another shrug. "You slipped out of my move! I can probably count the guys who have done that on my fingers." He stops and thinks before raising his eyebrows. "Okay, maybe I'd need my toes, too. But anyway! I'll give a man credit where credit is due. This far into the tournament, one loss isnt' the end of my run. Granted I've got five more matches to go, but hey! No sweat. Next up, I've got Suzuki."
He looks directly at the camera. "You and I are no strangers, to one another. I've beaten you before. You'd best believe I can do it again. You're a dirty son of a bitch, but, unfortunately for you, this company's commissioner has stipulations put into place so that your usual bag of tricks with Suzuki-Gun aren't gonna fly. The only way you can manage to beat me is if you beat me clean. Hell, I know you *can* beat me clean. You just gotta swallow your pride and make it happen. But I know you're probably a little worried because I can beat you clean, too. I know it. *You* know it. So, let the 'King of Pro-Wrestling' versus the Best Bout Machine commence on Tuesday, October 9th. Until then, I bid all of you here -- ladies and gentlemen of the press..." He gestures to the interviewers, "And to all of you lovely folks watching from home, and everyone out there in the audience who'll probably be watching this on their phones later -- I bid you farewell, adieu, auf, wiedersehen, ja matane...." He winks at the camera at his farewell in Japanese, "...and most of all, goodbye..." He forms a gun with his free hand, smooching his index finger, "...and goodnight!" Pointing his finger at each and every one of the reporters, "Bang...bang bang. You get a bang! And you get a bang! Everyone gets a bang! Bang bang bang for everyone!" Finally, he throws a half hearted salute to the camera before walking off camera. Once he's off screen, we hear Kenny say, "Fuck, my neck hurts...."
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Buzzsaw defeated Zack Sabre Jr in their block match, by submission in 16:48, with the DNR.
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Shelton Benjamin defeated Kane in their block match, by pinfall in 11:20, after hitting an Exploder Suplex into the turnbuckles and dragging him out towards the center of the ring for the cover.
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In the main event of the evening, Kota Ibushi defeated Matt Klazzic, by pinfall in 15:38, after having to hit not one but TWO Kamigoyes!!
Reynolds: "Hey, I thought he was gonna do it there, for a minute!"
Hanson: "Klazzic definitely brought it to Ibushi! You can see it on the Golden Star's face!"
Reynolds: "He probably hit that second Kamigoye because he said, 'damn it, I need to be sure!'"
Hanson: "Hell of a match and a hell of a show! That's it for tonight, everyone! Good night, and we'll see you here tomorrow for B Block!"
~In Loving Memory Of Vlad Blackheart~
~Jan. 14, 1975 - May 5, 2016~
After the image fades away, the sound of Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" is heard as the tournament logo explodes onto the screen and we hear the announcer's thunderous voice list the A Block competitors.
As the camera cuts to the ringside area, showing the amped up crowd, Nick Hanson and James Reynolds welcome those in attendance, in addition to those watching via NFW's streaming network.
Hanson: "Aaaaaaaand welcome ladies and gentlemen! I'm Nick Hanson, joined by James Reynolds. We are, once again, ready for more Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, matches. We're here in The Bronx--"
Reynolds: "AND YOU'S CAN'T LEAVE!!"
Hanson: "...You know what? I'm not gonna even say anything."
Reynolds: "You talkin t'me, paisan?"
Hanson: "Yeah, I am. I'm just gonna call the matches until Nico Salvatore comes out here and hears you being an idiot before he slaps the taste out of your mouth."
Reynolds: *dropping the act* "You think he would?"
Hanson: "You think he wouldn't?"
Reynolds: "Good point...."
Hanson: "Let's get this show rolling folks!"
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In the opening preliminary match, the Killer Elite Squad defeated the tag team of Colt Shields & Satoru Shade III in 7:29 when Davey Boy Smith Jr pinned Shade after he and Lance Archer delivered the Killer Bomb.
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[10/4/2018 - DAY 8 - B BLOCK]
Shortly after Commissioner Steven Brody's final warning to Doomsday and Rick Dickulous, Ultra-Violence come walking from ringside, through the backstage curtain. This time, Doomsday walks right up to the interviewers, and gets right up in the camera.
"I'll save you all the trouble of asking." He growls, deep and muffled under his mask. "I don't need to lay hands on Rick Dickulous...to make his life a living hell. If that's what he or Brody think...." Doomsday shakes his head, tilting his head forward. "They need to remember...who I am...." With that said, Doomsday promptly moves away from the camera, walking with Belphegor down the hallway.
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In the second preliminary match, the Guerillas of Destiny defeated the Fallen, by pinfall in 14:02, when Tanga Loa hit Ryan Steele with Guerilla Warfare and made the cover.
Reynolds: "WHOA!! NICKY!!"
Hanson: "Ummm....wow! Well...I guess you know what that means!"
Reynolds: "Damn straight, I do! Think they're gonna challenge for the titles?"
Hanson: "You think they *won't*?"
Reynolds: "Good point."
As Tama and Tanga walked up the ramp, Tanga got right up in the camera, shouting a message to the Fallen.
"G.O.D ALL DAY!! WE COMIN' FOR THEM TAG TITLES, BITCHES!! KEEP THEM MOTHERFUCKERS WARM FOR US!!" Tanga shouted before piefacing the camera out of his way.
Hanson: "Well, there ya have it!"
Reynolds: "They beat the champs and they want their shot!"
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[10/4/2018 - DAY 8 - B BLOCK]
Lamb of God's "The Duke" plays out in the arena as "The Punisher" Andrew Payne steps through the curtain. Sliding his straps down around his waist, Payne stops in front of the promotional backdrop with his hands on his hips. Sweat runs down his face and body as he turns his head down the hall where, presumably, EVIL made his way off to. He points in the same direction.
"That guy...." Andrew pants. "He's gonna be a star in his brand one day. Soon. Very soon. Before Danny and I got the call to come back and sign here, we felt like fans again. We made it a point to watch the upcoming stars of today. New Japan in particular. We both said, that EVIL...is gonna be the fucking man one day. He's got the in-ring technique. He's a tough son of a bitch. He runs with a good crew. In fact, D and I were talking earlier and we got to thinking. Next week, in the Bronx...Harold Meij. You talk to the boys in LIJ. We want their heavyweight tag unit in a prelim. We want EVIL and SANADA. Let a couple of veterans of New Frontier and the modern day tag unit of the heavyweight division that take no shit, tear it up in the Bronx. If you gotta talk to them, if you gotta talk to their leader, Naito. I don't know the politics of New Japan, specifically. We have no beef or ill will against the two. But we know a great match in the making when we see one, and that's what this tournament is about. It ain't just the matches for the contract. Vlad loved watching two badass tag teams do their thing in the ring, so let's give the man above something to smile down at. Make it happen. Mafia versus Los Ing...LIJ. Sorry, I can't pronounce that shit, no offense. Plus, hey, I've locked up with Mutoh before. I wanna see what his star protege's got, myself. SANADA? I expect you to make me work, if this happens." Andrew says, pointing at the camera before throwing the horns and starting to walk off.
"Uhh, excuse me, Mr. Payne?" One reporter calls out, stopping Andrew in his tracks.
"What is it, now?"
"Can we get your thoughts on your next block match?"
Andrew goes quiet, wiping the sweat off of his face and sighs. "My next block match...tch. You know, it's kinda ironic. Here I am, asking Steven Brody and Harold Meij to stick D and I in a tag match...and the next day, we have to beat the shit out of each other. We've done that once." He raises a finger. "One other time. It ended in a draw. Fans thought they wanted it until they realized they didn't. You had grown men looking somber as hell in the front row. Women crying as if they were watching two family members trade blows. Hell, my ex girlfriend, Deanna, couldn't contain her own tears as they watched from the ramp. D gets a call after that match. It's LeeAnn back in Pittsburgh. She says 'you two need to talk to your kids, now!' Our daughters watched that match, nearly bawling their eyes out. I know this is for Vlad's memory. This is to pay respect to his family, but frankly? I gotta get this off my chest. I don't wanna do this match. I don't wanna fight my brother. I'm going to because I wanna win. I know he's going to because he wants to win. But if I find out who booked these blocks, I'm gonna beat their fuckin' ass. Frankly, you could have stuck us in opposite blocks where us meeting up would have been an absolute last resort. Believe me, when we lock up? Two guys that are like brothers but refuse to quit? You have no idea what the hell you're fixing to witness. D? I know you're gonna see this. I love you, brother. Let's try not to kill each other." Andrew pounds his chest, throws the deuces and storms off camera, suddenly in a less positive mood.
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In the final preliminary matchup that had the crowd roaring with excitement, the McKeesport Mafia defeated Los Ingonbernables De Japon, by pinfall in 16:39, when Andrew Payne pinned SANADA after hitting the 11th hour.
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"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, Amy Connors here with my guest..."
*The shot pans out to show Rick Dickulous standing next to Amy, hands on his hips. Rick bends down to the microphone*
"Hey, Amy-guy!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, Rick Dickulous. Rick, you have a match tonight that many people are calling one of the most anticipated grudge matches in the A Block of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament when you face Max LeBrun. He had some harsh words for you last week, what's going through your mind?"
*Rick smiles at Amy and nods*
"Abso-fucking-loutely, guy! Max flapped his lips like Mia Khalifa's beef curtains after some BBC...and he clearly thinks that's gonna throw me off my game, buddy! News flash...I'd have to care about his opinion first, eh?"
"No, instead Max just opened the door for an ass whuppin', and I'm bustin' through that door like the motherfuckin' Kool-Aid Man, Amy-guy!"
*Amy pulls out a tablet, turning the screen on and swiping a few times*
"It seems this has even gone to Social Media, with Max tweeting the following on Sunday:"
"Time to shut the biggest mouth in @officialnfw tomorrow at the #VBMT @dickulousrick Make sure you bare those pearly whites when my foot’s flying towards your face."
*The tweet from Max LeBrun's Twitter account flashes on the screen*
"And then your reply:"
"Ahem....
Sick burn, guy!
I hope you're ready to Fuck The Dog, just don't try selling those puppies..."
*The reply from Rick Dickulous' Twitter account is displayed on screen*
"The question on many lips is, are you going to attempt to win against Max LeBrun by tap out? The Dog Fucker is what you named your modified crossface chickenwing submission move..."
"Amy, friend, Max LeBrun won't be able to tap out after I'm done tearing his arms off and beating him with the wet ends...know what I mean, guy? Someone better have some paramedics on standby, because this isn't gonna be a fight...it's going to be a massacre, eh?"
*Rick points into the camera*
"Max? You've had this coming for a long goddamned time, bud. You thought Kane left you in bad shape? After tonight, I guaran-goddamn-tee you you're gonna wish you could go back to that pain, eh? You're gonna wish you could just put a cold compress on your boo boo and make it better."
*Rick turns to walk away, then suddenly stops and turns back around*
"Just thought a warning might be in order. Sorry, not sorry...but small children probably shouldn't watch Max's bad day - it's definitely not gonna be PG."
*As Rick walks off, Amy Connors turns back to the camera*
"Strong words from Rick Dickulous, ladies and gentlemen. Let's take you back to Jim and Nick for more action from ringside..."
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Once again, the ringside crew were seen preparing the area for the night's block matches as Nick Hanson and James Reynolds went over the current points.
Reynolds: "Alright, Nicky. Time for A Block! How's everyone looking?"
Hanson: "Alright, A Block's been getting interesting, so far. Right now, we have Buzzsaw in the lead with seven. Chris Wolfe and Nico Salvatore are right behind him with six. Heavyweight Champion, Max LeBrun sits at 5. Rick Dickulous, Zack Sabre Jr and Kota Ibushi sit at four. Shelton Benjamin and Kane each have 2. Matt Klazzic has zero."
Reynolds: "We're starting to see some differences in the points here, Nicky."
Hanson: "We are, indeed, Jim."
Reynolds: "Well, for most anyway."
Hanson: "I know, I know. Your boy's not doing well, at all. You have to give, Matt Klazzic heart, though!"
Reynolds: "Oh, absolutely."
Hanson: "So, let's get this night of A Block action underway, here folks! Big match to kick us off!"
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Rick Dickulous defeated MaxLeBrun in their block match, by pinfall in 18:14, after blocking a Slapshot and countering with a thunderious Misery Whip, before covering him.
Reynolds: "NICKY!!"
Hanson: "WOW!!"
Reynolds: "Talk about upsets!"
Hanson: "Well, I wouldn't say upset. That match could have gone either way."
Reynolds: "Well, *I'm* upset. For once, I was rooting for the a Renegade on that one."
Inside the ring, Max LeBrun was about as surprised as anyone else might have been. Hands on his head with his eyes closed in frustration as he sat on his knees. While he wasn't throwing things around or hitting security staff, it was obvious that he was livid on the inside.
Hanson: "Another challenger just got added to the list, Jim."
Reynolds: "And it's probably one of the last people that Max wanted to give a shot to!"
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Chris Wolfe defeated Nico Salvatore in their block match, by pinfall in 19:01, after reversing the GFY and hitting the Direwolfe.
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[10/4/2018 - DAY 8 - B BLOCK]
While Curry Man's theme song plays out in the arena, Kenny Omega comes walking through the curtain with an ice pack on the back of his neck. Grimacing, almost comically, he stops in front of the backdrop and looks at the reporters. For a long moment, he says nothing before shrugging at the camera. "Well...you know what they say; expect the unexpected! To be honest, I love that mentality. Now, don't get me wrong. That doesn't mean I was underestimating the guy." He thumbs to the curtain towards ringside. "Believe me. Curry Man? I'm no fool. Hell, most people aren't. We know you. You can be a goofball. But we know the man under that mask can go when he needs to. You proved that, tonight. Hey...." He lifts his empty hand in another shrug. "You slipped out of my move! I can probably count the guys who have done that on my fingers." He stops and thinks before raising his eyebrows. "Okay, maybe I'd need my toes, too. But anyway! I'll give a man credit where credit is due. This far into the tournament, one loss isnt' the end of my run. Granted I've got five more matches to go, but hey! No sweat. Next up, I've got Suzuki."
He looks directly at the camera. "You and I are no strangers, to one another. I've beaten you before. You'd best believe I can do it again. You're a dirty son of a bitch, but, unfortunately for you, this company's commissioner has stipulations put into place so that your usual bag of tricks with Suzuki-Gun aren't gonna fly. The only way you can manage to beat me is if you beat me clean. Hell, I know you *can* beat me clean. You just gotta swallow your pride and make it happen. But I know you're probably a little worried because I can beat you clean, too. I know it. *You* know it. So, let the 'King of Pro-Wrestling' versus the Best Bout Machine commence on Tuesday, October 9th. Until then, I bid all of you here -- ladies and gentlemen of the press..." He gestures to the interviewers, "And to all of you lovely folks watching from home, and everyone out there in the audience who'll probably be watching this on their phones later -- I bid you farewell, adieu, auf, wiedersehen, ja matane...." He winks at the camera at his farewell in Japanese, "...and most of all, goodbye..." He forms a gun with his free hand, smooching his index finger, "...and goodnight!" Pointing his finger at each and every one of the reporters, "Bang...bang bang. You get a bang! And you get a bang! Everyone gets a bang! Bang bang bang for everyone!" Finally, he throws a half hearted salute to the camera before walking off camera. Once he's off screen, we hear Kenny say, "Fuck, my neck hurts...."
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Buzzsaw defeated Zack Sabre Jr in their block match, by submission in 16:48, with the DNR.
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Shelton Benjamin defeated Kane in their block match, by pinfall in 11:20, after hitting an Exploder Suplex into the turnbuckles and dragging him out towards the center of the ring for the cover.
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In the main event of the evening, Kota Ibushi defeated Matt Klazzic, by pinfall in 15:38, after having to hit not one but TWO Kamigoyes!!
Reynolds: "Hey, I thought he was gonna do it there, for a minute!"
Hanson: "Klazzic definitely brought it to Ibushi! You can see it on the Golden Star's face!"
Reynolds: "He probably hit that second Kamigoye because he said, 'damn it, I need to be sure!'"
Hanson: "Hell of a match and a hell of a show! That's it for tonight, everyone! Good night, and we'll see you here tomorrow for B Block!"
