Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Oct 9, 2018 6:12:26 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 B 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: "Welcome again, ladies and gentlemen to the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament! I'm Nick Hanson, here with James Reynolds. Thank you for joining us, today!"
Reynolds: "Things are getting more insane as this thing goes on, Nicky!"
Hanson: "It most certainly has, Jim. It most certainly has."
Reynolds: "I don't think we need to waste any time, today. Let's get right to the action, pal!"
Hanson: "My sentiments exactly!"
Barely a second after Nick Hanson finishes his last statement, the opening riff to New Year Day's "Anthem Of The Unwanted" tears through the arena speakers.
~This is for the ones who hurt us! This is for the hypocrites! This is for the shit we've taken! GET OUT OUR FUCKING WAY!~
Hanson: "Well, these ladies aren't wasting any time either!"
Reynolds: "Not at all!"
Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, your opening contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring...."
As the announcer began, Mia Hayashi came bounding and moshing onto the stage to the entrance music, as usual, dressed in cosplay outfit -- today's being a sexified Black Canary. Trailing close behind her, much calmer, albeit in a more intimidating fashion, was Adrianna Salvatore, dressed in her usual gear as she had been seen in since her change after Highway To Hell. A sleeveless, Marvel Venom movie t-shirt with the sides cut out so that it simply hung over her neck with her hooded vest over it, which was black with white trim today. Traces of black body paint could be seen on her arms and legs.
Announcer: "Mia Hayashi...and the NFW Women's Champion...Adrianna Salvatore!"
As Mia performed her routine, energetic romp around the ring, Adrianna climbed the turnbuckle and threw her hood back, immediately leaning forward and going into her circular headbang, swinging her black hair around in rhythm to the pre-chorus of their entrance song. Finally, she threw her hair back, raising the NFW Women's Championship in one hand, with an inaudible roar to reveal herself entirely painted up as Gwen Stacy's Venom incarnation -- the teeth painted along her mouth and neck while the red tongue was depicted in both body paint and on parts of her gear. Even the front streak of her hair was done in temporary white.
Announcer: "They are....THEEE UNWAAAAAAAANTEEEEEEEED!!!!!!"
The crowd -- mostly those who were behind Mia wanting Adrianna to join in on the cosplay -- gave a huge pop as Adrianna climbed down from the turnbuckle.
Reynolds: "NICKY!!"
Hanson: "WOW!!"
Reynolds: "I'm uhh...I'm a little shocked!"
Hanson: "Definitely unexpected!"
Reynolds: "She looks fucking SCARY!"
Hanson: "Hell, she looks cool! Mia must be getting her to open up more!"
Reynolds: "We don't have to worry about copyright infringement, do we?"
Hanson: "Hah, good question."
Once Mia was calmed down, and Adrianna had handed her title off to the referee, the latter pulled off her vest and snatched off her t-shirt, revealing her Gwen-Venom 'cosplay' in it's full glory.
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In the opening preliminary match, The Unwanted defeated The Renegades, by submission in 11:30, when Adrianna Salvatore made Candi Broduer tap to a rear naked chokehold. To go with appearance of the day, as Adrianna sinched in the hold, she rolled her eyes back and slid her tongue out from between her teeth as Candi frantically tapped on her forearm and the ref pried her off.
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In the second preliminary match, The Dominion of Pain defeated Bullet Club ELITE, by submission in, 12:55 when Buzzsaw locked "Hangman" Adam Page into the DNR until he tapped out.
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In the final preliminary match, the team of Shelton Benjamin, Connor K, AKI and Carmine Moretti defeated Suzuki-Gun, by pinfall in 17:26, when Moretti pinned T-Hawk after hitting The Omerta.
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Nick Hanson and James Reynolds sit at the commentary table while the ringside crew prepared for the upcoming singles matches of the night.
Hanson: "Alright, folks! So, thus far in B Block, we have: Kenny Omega, EVIL, and Judas Lasher, tied with six points each. Behind them, Scott Leroux, William Mannheim, Andrew Payne, and Minoru Suzuki all have four points. Big Daddy Payne, Tama Tonga, and Curry Man each have two. Jim, who's your pick for B Block?"
Reynolds: "I have no idea, Nicky. I don't wanna call favorites because my picks tend to end up disappointing the hell out of me."
Hanson: "Wait, are you suddenly dogging on Matt Klazzic? And since when was he your pick for the other block?"
Reynolds: "I never said he was my pick for the block. I picked him to win over Buzzsaw because the Dominion of Pain are a bunch of nutjobs who frighten the shit out of me. Since we're talking picks, who's your favorite?"
Hanson: "I don't get paid to choose favorites, Jim. I get paid to call matches."
Reynolds: "You question dodging, motherfucker."
Hanson: "I prefer the word 'professional', thank you very much."
Reynolds: "Whatever, Nicky. Asshole."
Hanson: "Likewise, partner. Likewise. Alright, folks! Let's get ready for the first match of today's B Block event!"
Reynolds: "Right on! Wait a second! Did you just call me an asshole?!"
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Tama Tonga defeated Curry Man in their block match, by pinfall in 12:55, after hitting the Gun Stun on the floor outside of the ring before quickly rolling him back inside for the pin.
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Judas Lasher defeated Scott Leroux in their block match, by pinfall in 18:39, by rolling him up into a small package as Leroux went for the ankle lock.
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[10/8/2018 - DAY 9 - A BLOCK]
Max LeBrun comes storming through the backstage curtain, carrying his title belt at his side. The sound of Jackyl's "The Lumberjack" can be heard out in the arena as LeBrun goes walking right passed the interviewers. A few seconds later, he re-appears RIGHT in front of the camera with a burning look of hatred in his eyes. "Tell me something; where do you people get off on this? Huh?" He lifts up the Heavyweight Title, beside his head. "I am the goddamn World Champion of this promotion. I carry this company on my back, and you lowlife, fucking ingrates wanna give cheap pops for a seven foot retard who gets his kicks off of perpetuating every Canadian stereotype in the book! I have to ask, Rick; do you *seriously* talk like that? 'Eh'? 'Buddy'? 'Guy'? 'Fuck the dog'?" Max shakes his head and runs his hand over through his hair.
"Fuck the dog...." He repeats in disbelief, forcing a laugh. Looking back at the camera, Max continues his angry rant. "You're what's wrong with our country, Rick. These people don't understand." He says, pointing out towards the arena. "Now, I'm not gonna shit on Americans. That's not my gig. But they don't get it. You're what's wrong with *our*---" He motions between himself and the camera, "--fucking country. Shit, you're what's wrong with the goddamn *world!* Maybe they do understand, out there. Some, anyway. Then again, there's a lot that's wrong with the world, today. A lot that needs to change. You make stupid ass memes on social media, you play stupid ass games, and oh! You flirt with the boss's daughter. Good job, there, dipshit. I have to start wondering, if myself and the rest of the Renegades are the only ones who take this business seriously. Because you sure as shit don't. You treat it like it's some kind of fucking sitcom! Hell, you and that little slag, Mia Hayashi. It's almost like you both need a wake up call." Max leans back from the camera, rubbing his mouth in a sudden thoughtful. "...Yeah, that's it. That's exactly what you need...." With that, Max LeBrun makes his way down the hallway.
"Max, what do you mean by that?" A reporter asks. "Max?"
But Max just keeps walking towards the locker rooms....
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William Mannheim defeated EVIL in their block match, by pinfall in 13:11, after reversing Everything Is Evil into a snap backbreaker.
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Kenny Omega defeated Minoru Suzuki in their block match, by pinfall in 14:53, when he feigned falling into unconsciousness during Suzuki's sleeper hold, only to suddenly lift him up onto his shoulders and drive him back down with the One Winged Angel.
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[10/8/2018 - DAY 9 - A BLOCK]
With Therapy & Fatal's "Come And Die" blasting out the the arena, Nico Salvatore steps through the curtain, unraveling the tape from his fists as he stops in front of the camera. "Whew...." Is all he says at first, balling up the tape and discarding it. "Whoo, fuck. I can't even be mad, at that. The dude fucking brought it." Nico makes a half-motion out towards the arena where Chris Wolfe is celebrating his victory.
"You have nothing negative to say about your opponent, tonight?" A reporter asks.
Nico looks at the reporter like he's an idiot. "Why would I? Bro's a scrapper, through and through. I respect a man who can put his fuckin' hands up and go the distance. Not like Tyson Law when I squared up with his bitch ass and his crew of circle jerks. Nah, see, Chris had did this one on one. He was the better man, tonight. Do I want another round? Oh, fuck yeah. It's a loss I have to avenge. Shit, call me crazy, but I want another round with Buzzsaw."
"Speaking of future matches, how about you and Rick Dickulous, coming up on the 10th?"
Nico leans his head back, cracking a grin and letting a small laugh escape him. "Heh...shit. Rick? I'd like to almost say we've got unfinished business." He wipes the sweat off of his face. "See, we shared the ring once. We mixed it up a little bit." Nico waves his hand and makes an 'ehh' face. "But I let him climb out of the cage so I could beat the unholy fuck out of Tyson Law, because the little bitch had it coming to him. This time? There ain't a cage, but there ain't a third man to focus on. My focus is on you, 100% Rick."
"Does Rick's issues with your father come into play at all?"
Nico scoffs. "Pfft. Look, how many times I gotta tell you's that I'm my own man? If Rick and my old man have problems, they can handle it when the time's right. This block match is about me and Rick. Nobody else. You motherfuckers keep bringing up my family history and legacy, it's gonna piss me off and you don't want that. Just stick around for the week and get ready to see the Urban Gladiator beat some ass, huh?" Nico reaches out, giving a harsh pat to the face of the off screen reporter before walking off down the hallway.
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In the main event of the show, the Iron Maidens joined Nick Hanson and James Reynolds for commentary as each of their fathers made their singles entrance. Neither of the Payne girls were very talkative during the match as they watched Big Daddy Payne and "The Punisher" Andrew Payne begin slowly, circling the ring to gain their footing against one another. Three lock ups saw the two struggle for position, only to break apart before Andrew Payne initiated a fourth lock up and went for a wrench of BDP's arm. BDP, reminding everyone that he was still nimble in his age, performed a stunning luchadore roll to release the tension and arm dragged Andrew Payne over him and across the ring. Both men paused, coming up onto a knee and stared back at each other as the crowd roared and applauded their appreciation.
During a fifth lock up, Andrew Payne showed more of his strength and pushed BDP back against the ropes until the referee called for the break. What may have come as less of a surprise, considering his opponent, was Payne raising his hands and backing up, making an honest clean break.
Reynolds: "Whoooooaaaaaaa!!!! I don't think I've ever seen a clean break from that man, Nicky!"
Hanson: "I...would have to agree, Jim."
Reynolds: "Girls?"
Morgan: "It's called respect for family." She said, bitterly, obviously not liking the idea of this match even happening.
Beside her, Marissa sat silently, watching with a mostly stoic expression, but a glint of discomfort in her eyes as the match continued.
Things escalated in the match when blows finally started flying and bodies started getting tossed around the ring. It was almost hard to tell that the two men in the ring were practically blood brothers at one point, the way they began throwing shots and everything else in their arsenal at one another. Eventually, as BDP went for a rolling forearm, Andrew Payne slipped underneath, and set BDP up for the 11th Hour. As he went for the lift, however, BDP blocked with his leg and rolled forward, sending Andy tumbling over. BDP quickly got to his feet and came off of the ropes, leaping up and sending his leg flying at Andy's head as he came up onto a knee.
Hanson: "SHINING WIZARD!!!!"
Reynolds: "It's called the Bukakke Blast, Nicky! And Andy just got one right up in his FACE!!"
At that moment, the sound of a headset being ripped off could be heard and the camera cut to the table just in time to see Marissa Payne throwing hers down and getting up from her seat, storming off.
Hanson: "Marissa?"
Morgan: "Yo! Mari!"
Reynolds: "Ah, let her go. This is tough for her to watch. I'm surprised you're still able to sit through this, Morgan. What with your dads kicking each other's asses and all. Hell, hers just kicked your in the FACE!"
Morgan: "Jimmy, I'm warning y'now. Y'better shut y'fuckin' mouth, a'ight?"
Back inside the ring, after Andrew Payne had kicked out of the pin, following the Bukakke Blast, he and BDP continued their match. BDP came off of the ropes for a second Bukakke Blast which Andrew countered by popping up and snapping him down with a modified Art of Ruin.
Reynolds: "OHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! ART OF RUIN!!!! BDP WENT FOR ANOTHER MONEY SHOT AND THE PUNISHER SAID NO SIR!!!!"
Hanson: "Jesus, Jim! You're enjoying this, too much! Will you sit down?!"
Reynolds: "What? It's the main event, Nicky!!!"
Morgan: "Jimmy. I swear t'god, if y'don't fuckin-- HOLY SHIT!! MARI!!!!!"
As Morgan Payne exclaimed, the crowd behind them gave a sudden pop as -- seconds after what was thought to be Marissa Payne leaving -- the daughter of BDP and LeeAnn Viskan came running full sprint back to the commentary table from the crowd aisle and nailed James Reynolds in the back of the head with a Bitch Killa. The impact sent his headset flying and knocked him out of his seat. Even Marissa ended up tumbling over the table but immediately recovered.
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!"
Hanson: "Oh my god! Jim! Are you alright?!"
Morgan Payne jumped out of her seat and onto the table, leaning forward to see where James Reynolds laid on the floor.
Morgan: "YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!"
At the table, Marissa resumed her calm composure and sat back down, putting her headset back on and folded her arms as she watched the match. Morgan sat back down beside her.
Crowd: "FUCK YOU, REYNOLDS!!!" *clap-clap-clapclapclap* "FUCK YOU, REYNOLDS!"
Hanson: "Ummm...ladies, I swear that was all strictly him."
Marissa: "We know, Nick...."
Hanson: "Okay, cool."
Continuing the match, BDP had kicked out of the Art of Ruin and nailed a second Bukakke Blast but was unable to make it over to Andrew Payne for the cover. Instead, the two got up in the center of the ring and started egging one another on to take their best shot. BDP throwing chops while Andrew threw forearms -- neither man leaving their feet. Finally, as the exchange of shots began to pick up speed, Andy rocked BDP with a forearm to the jaw and went for another Art of Ruin, but BDP shoved him into the ropes. Andy bounced back, right into BDP's arms where he hit him with a Snap Suplex...but he didn't let go. Instead, he swung his legs around and lifted Andrew up to his feet, delivering a second suplex! The crowd began to roar.
Hanson: "Ohhhh man! Shades of their beloved brother! The late Eddie Guerrero!! Can BDP get the big man up again?!"
After hitting the third and final suplex, BDP quickly climbed to his feet and pointed to the sky with an anguished look on his face before turning to the turnbuckle.
Crowd: "EDDIE!! EDDIE!!! EDDIE!!!"
Hanson: "What's he gonna do now?!"
BDP climbed to the turnbuckle, shaking his head down at Andrew Payne as he laid prone on the mat. Shaking his head, he could just barely be heard yelling "FUCK!" before climbing down from the turnbuckle and waiting in the corner. Andrew Payne began to stir, struggling up onto one knee where he met eyes with his long time tag team partner. Exhausted, panting, he gave a weak, defeated nod to BDP and motioned for him to finish it. BDP shook his head slowly, almost refusing.
Andrew Payne began struggling to his feet but was too exhausted. Finally, on one knee, Andrew Payne lowered the straps of his ring gear and told BDP to bring it, again.
"DO IT!!!!" Andy yelled. "COME ON!!!!"
Clearly torn between what to do, BDP pointed his finger at the exhausted Punisher and mouthed, "I love you, brother!" Running forward, at full speed, BDP delivered a third Bukakke Blast that resounded with a *SMACK* across Andrew's head, and the man crumpled forward. This time, when he went for the cover....
1!!
2!!
3!!
Hanson: "IT'S OVER!!! THANK GOD, IT'S OVER!!!"
At that instant, Marissa and Morgan both threw off their headsets and rushed the ring to join their fathers.
The moment the bell rang, BDP shoved the referee out of the way, and helped Andy to his feet, tears in his eyes as he hugged the man he truly thought of as his brother. "Thank you, brother. Thank you." He repeated as a ringside attendant brought the microphone over to him.
Returning the hug, Andy gave BDP a fist bump. "You earned this, bro." With that said, Andy raised BDP's arm, calling for the crowd to give it up before he stepped away, clapping and exited the ring with ginger movements. Morgan and Marissa both helped the man towards the backstage after each congratulating BDP and leaving him to celebrate his victory.
BDP watched as his brother left the ring, respectfully giving him a few moments to hear the crowd cheering for him before starting to speak.
"That was... at once the best and worst moment of my career. To share this ring with my brother... my best friend... the man I trust more than anyone... and tear the goddamn roof off this building in honor of our fallen friend? It was an amazing feeling, one I'll never forget. It just fuckin' blows, fighting that man for ANY reason."
He took a few seconds to catch his breath, before pointing to the crowd. "I don't know how much longer I can do this. My knees are shot. My back is a mess. But whether I call it a career next week, next month, or next year... this match will be the finest memory I have. We love you guys, you hear? Thank you for making us who we are today."
~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 B 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: "Welcome again, ladies and gentlemen to the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament! I'm Nick Hanson, here with James Reynolds. Thank you for joining us, today!"
Reynolds: "Things are getting more insane as this thing goes on, Nicky!"
Hanson: "It most certainly has, Jim. It most certainly has."
Reynolds: "I don't think we need to waste any time, today. Let's get right to the action, pal!"
Hanson: "My sentiments exactly!"
Barely a second after Nick Hanson finishes his last statement, the opening riff to New Year Day's "Anthem Of The Unwanted" tears through the arena speakers.
~This is for the ones who hurt us! This is for the hypocrites! This is for the shit we've taken! GET OUT OUR FUCKING WAY!~
Hanson: "Well, these ladies aren't wasting any time either!"
Reynolds: "Not at all!"
Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, your opening contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring...."
As the announcer began, Mia Hayashi came bounding and moshing onto the stage to the entrance music, as usual, dressed in cosplay outfit -- today's being a sexified Black Canary. Trailing close behind her, much calmer, albeit in a more intimidating fashion, was Adrianna Salvatore, dressed in her usual gear as she had been seen in since her change after Highway To Hell. A sleeveless, Marvel Venom movie t-shirt with the sides cut out so that it simply hung over her neck with her hooded vest over it, which was black with white trim today. Traces of black body paint could be seen on her arms and legs.
Announcer: "Mia Hayashi...and the NFW Women's Champion...Adrianna Salvatore!"
As Mia performed her routine, energetic romp around the ring, Adrianna climbed the turnbuckle and threw her hood back, immediately leaning forward and going into her circular headbang, swinging her black hair around in rhythm to the pre-chorus of their entrance song. Finally, she threw her hair back, raising the NFW Women's Championship in one hand, with an inaudible roar to reveal herself entirely painted up as Gwen Stacy's Venom incarnation -- the teeth painted along her mouth and neck while the red tongue was depicted in both body paint and on parts of her gear. Even the front streak of her hair was done in temporary white.
Announcer: "They are....THEEE UNWAAAAAAAANTEEEEEEEED!!!!!!"
The crowd -- mostly those who were behind Mia wanting Adrianna to join in on the cosplay -- gave a huge pop as Adrianna climbed down from the turnbuckle.
Reynolds: "NICKY!!"
Hanson: "WOW!!"
Reynolds: "I'm uhh...I'm a little shocked!"
Hanson: "Definitely unexpected!"
Reynolds: "She looks fucking SCARY!"
Hanson: "Hell, she looks cool! Mia must be getting her to open up more!"
Reynolds: "We don't have to worry about copyright infringement, do we?"
Hanson: "Hah, good question."
Once Mia was calmed down, and Adrianna had handed her title off to the referee, the latter pulled off her vest and snatched off her t-shirt, revealing her Gwen-Venom 'cosplay' in it's full glory.
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In the opening preliminary match, The Unwanted defeated The Renegades, by submission in 11:30, when Adrianna Salvatore made Candi Broduer tap to a rear naked chokehold. To go with appearance of the day, as Adrianna sinched in the hold, she rolled her eyes back and slid her tongue out from between her teeth as Candi frantically tapped on her forearm and the ref pried her off.
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In the second preliminary match, The Dominion of Pain defeated Bullet Club ELITE, by submission in, 12:55 when Buzzsaw locked "Hangman" Adam Page into the DNR until he tapped out.
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In the final preliminary match, the team of Shelton Benjamin, Connor K, AKI and Carmine Moretti defeated Suzuki-Gun, by pinfall in 17:26, when Moretti pinned T-Hawk after hitting The Omerta.
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Nick Hanson and James Reynolds sit at the commentary table while the ringside crew prepared for the upcoming singles matches of the night.
Hanson: "Alright, folks! So, thus far in B Block, we have: Kenny Omega, EVIL, and Judas Lasher, tied with six points each. Behind them, Scott Leroux, William Mannheim, Andrew Payne, and Minoru Suzuki all have four points. Big Daddy Payne, Tama Tonga, and Curry Man each have two. Jim, who's your pick for B Block?"
Reynolds: "I have no idea, Nicky. I don't wanna call favorites because my picks tend to end up disappointing the hell out of me."
Hanson: "Wait, are you suddenly dogging on Matt Klazzic? And since when was he your pick for the other block?"
Reynolds: "I never said he was my pick for the block. I picked him to win over Buzzsaw because the Dominion of Pain are a bunch of nutjobs who frighten the shit out of me. Since we're talking picks, who's your favorite?"
Hanson: "I don't get paid to choose favorites, Jim. I get paid to call matches."
Reynolds: "You question dodging, motherfucker."
Hanson: "I prefer the word 'professional', thank you very much."
Reynolds: "Whatever, Nicky. Asshole."
Hanson: "Likewise, partner. Likewise. Alright, folks! Let's get ready for the first match of today's B Block event!"
Reynolds: "Right on! Wait a second! Did you just call me an asshole?!"
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Tama Tonga defeated Curry Man in their block match, by pinfall in 12:55, after hitting the Gun Stun on the floor outside of the ring before quickly rolling him back inside for the pin.
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Judas Lasher defeated Scott Leroux in their block match, by pinfall in 18:39, by rolling him up into a small package as Leroux went for the ankle lock.
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[10/8/2018 - DAY 9 - A BLOCK]
Max LeBrun comes storming through the backstage curtain, carrying his title belt at his side. The sound of Jackyl's "The Lumberjack" can be heard out in the arena as LeBrun goes walking right passed the interviewers. A few seconds later, he re-appears RIGHT in front of the camera with a burning look of hatred in his eyes. "Tell me something; where do you people get off on this? Huh?" He lifts up the Heavyweight Title, beside his head. "I am the goddamn World Champion of this promotion. I carry this company on my back, and you lowlife, fucking ingrates wanna give cheap pops for a seven foot retard who gets his kicks off of perpetuating every Canadian stereotype in the book! I have to ask, Rick; do you *seriously* talk like that? 'Eh'? 'Buddy'? 'Guy'? 'Fuck the dog'?" Max shakes his head and runs his hand over through his hair.
"Fuck the dog...." He repeats in disbelief, forcing a laugh. Looking back at the camera, Max continues his angry rant. "You're what's wrong with our country, Rick. These people don't understand." He says, pointing out towards the arena. "Now, I'm not gonna shit on Americans. That's not my gig. But they don't get it. You're what's wrong with *our*---" He motions between himself and the camera, "--fucking country. Shit, you're what's wrong with the goddamn *world!* Maybe they do understand, out there. Some, anyway. Then again, there's a lot that's wrong with the world, today. A lot that needs to change. You make stupid ass memes on social media, you play stupid ass games, and oh! You flirt with the boss's daughter. Good job, there, dipshit. I have to start wondering, if myself and the rest of the Renegades are the only ones who take this business seriously. Because you sure as shit don't. You treat it like it's some kind of fucking sitcom! Hell, you and that little slag, Mia Hayashi. It's almost like you both need a wake up call." Max leans back from the camera, rubbing his mouth in a sudden thoughtful. "...Yeah, that's it. That's exactly what you need...." With that, Max LeBrun makes his way down the hallway.
"Max, what do you mean by that?" A reporter asks. "Max?"
But Max just keeps walking towards the locker rooms....
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William Mannheim defeated EVIL in their block match, by pinfall in 13:11, after reversing Everything Is Evil into a snap backbreaker.
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Kenny Omega defeated Minoru Suzuki in their block match, by pinfall in 14:53, when he feigned falling into unconsciousness during Suzuki's sleeper hold, only to suddenly lift him up onto his shoulders and drive him back down with the One Winged Angel.
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[10/8/2018 - DAY 9 - A BLOCK]
With Therapy & Fatal's "Come And Die" blasting out the the arena, Nico Salvatore steps through the curtain, unraveling the tape from his fists as he stops in front of the camera. "Whew...." Is all he says at first, balling up the tape and discarding it. "Whoo, fuck. I can't even be mad, at that. The dude fucking brought it." Nico makes a half-motion out towards the arena where Chris Wolfe is celebrating his victory.
"You have nothing negative to say about your opponent, tonight?" A reporter asks.
Nico looks at the reporter like he's an idiot. "Why would I? Bro's a scrapper, through and through. I respect a man who can put his fuckin' hands up and go the distance. Not like Tyson Law when I squared up with his bitch ass and his crew of circle jerks. Nah, see, Chris had did this one on one. He was the better man, tonight. Do I want another round? Oh, fuck yeah. It's a loss I have to avenge. Shit, call me crazy, but I want another round with Buzzsaw."
"Speaking of future matches, how about you and Rick Dickulous, coming up on the 10th?"
Nico leans his head back, cracking a grin and letting a small laugh escape him. "Heh...shit. Rick? I'd like to almost say we've got unfinished business." He wipes the sweat off of his face. "See, we shared the ring once. We mixed it up a little bit." Nico waves his hand and makes an 'ehh' face. "But I let him climb out of the cage so I could beat the unholy fuck out of Tyson Law, because the little bitch had it coming to him. This time? There ain't a cage, but there ain't a third man to focus on. My focus is on you, 100% Rick."
"Does Rick's issues with your father come into play at all?"
Nico scoffs. "Pfft. Look, how many times I gotta tell you's that I'm my own man? If Rick and my old man have problems, they can handle it when the time's right. This block match is about me and Rick. Nobody else. You motherfuckers keep bringing up my family history and legacy, it's gonna piss me off and you don't want that. Just stick around for the week and get ready to see the Urban Gladiator beat some ass, huh?" Nico reaches out, giving a harsh pat to the face of the off screen reporter before walking off down the hallway.
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In the main event of the show, the Iron Maidens joined Nick Hanson and James Reynolds for commentary as each of their fathers made their singles entrance. Neither of the Payne girls were very talkative during the match as they watched Big Daddy Payne and "The Punisher" Andrew Payne begin slowly, circling the ring to gain their footing against one another. Three lock ups saw the two struggle for position, only to break apart before Andrew Payne initiated a fourth lock up and went for a wrench of BDP's arm. BDP, reminding everyone that he was still nimble in his age, performed a stunning luchadore roll to release the tension and arm dragged Andrew Payne over him and across the ring. Both men paused, coming up onto a knee and stared back at each other as the crowd roared and applauded their appreciation.
During a fifth lock up, Andrew Payne showed more of his strength and pushed BDP back against the ropes until the referee called for the break. What may have come as less of a surprise, considering his opponent, was Payne raising his hands and backing up, making an honest clean break.
Reynolds: "Whoooooaaaaaaa!!!! I don't think I've ever seen a clean break from that man, Nicky!"
Hanson: "I...would have to agree, Jim."
Reynolds: "Girls?"
Morgan: "It's called respect for family." She said, bitterly, obviously not liking the idea of this match even happening.
Beside her, Marissa sat silently, watching with a mostly stoic expression, but a glint of discomfort in her eyes as the match continued.
Things escalated in the match when blows finally started flying and bodies started getting tossed around the ring. It was almost hard to tell that the two men in the ring were practically blood brothers at one point, the way they began throwing shots and everything else in their arsenal at one another. Eventually, as BDP went for a rolling forearm, Andrew Payne slipped underneath, and set BDP up for the 11th Hour. As he went for the lift, however, BDP blocked with his leg and rolled forward, sending Andy tumbling over. BDP quickly got to his feet and came off of the ropes, leaping up and sending his leg flying at Andy's head as he came up onto a knee.
Hanson: "SHINING WIZARD!!!!"
Reynolds: "It's called the Bukakke Blast, Nicky! And Andy just got one right up in his FACE!!"
At that moment, the sound of a headset being ripped off could be heard and the camera cut to the table just in time to see Marissa Payne throwing hers down and getting up from her seat, storming off.
Hanson: "Marissa?"
Morgan: "Yo! Mari!"
Reynolds: "Ah, let her go. This is tough for her to watch. I'm surprised you're still able to sit through this, Morgan. What with your dads kicking each other's asses and all. Hell, hers just kicked your in the FACE!"
Morgan: "Jimmy, I'm warning y'now. Y'better shut y'fuckin' mouth, a'ight?"
Back inside the ring, after Andrew Payne had kicked out of the pin, following the Bukakke Blast, he and BDP continued their match. BDP came off of the ropes for a second Bukakke Blast which Andrew countered by popping up and snapping him down with a modified Art of Ruin.
Reynolds: "OHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! ART OF RUIN!!!! BDP WENT FOR ANOTHER MONEY SHOT AND THE PUNISHER SAID NO SIR!!!!"
Hanson: "Jesus, Jim! You're enjoying this, too much! Will you sit down?!"
Reynolds: "What? It's the main event, Nicky!!!"
Morgan: "Jimmy. I swear t'god, if y'don't fuckin-- HOLY SHIT!! MARI!!!!!"
As Morgan Payne exclaimed, the crowd behind them gave a sudden pop as -- seconds after what was thought to be Marissa Payne leaving -- the daughter of BDP and LeeAnn Viskan came running full sprint back to the commentary table from the crowd aisle and nailed James Reynolds in the back of the head with a Bitch Killa. The impact sent his headset flying and knocked him out of his seat. Even Marissa ended up tumbling over the table but immediately recovered.
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!"
Hanson: "Oh my god! Jim! Are you alright?!"
Morgan Payne jumped out of her seat and onto the table, leaning forward to see where James Reynolds laid on the floor.
Morgan: "YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!"
At the table, Marissa resumed her calm composure and sat back down, putting her headset back on and folded her arms as she watched the match. Morgan sat back down beside her.
Crowd: "FUCK YOU, REYNOLDS!!!" *clap-clap-clapclapclap* "FUCK YOU, REYNOLDS!"
Hanson: "Ummm...ladies, I swear that was all strictly him."
Marissa: "We know, Nick...."
Hanson: "Okay, cool."
Continuing the match, BDP had kicked out of the Art of Ruin and nailed a second Bukakke Blast but was unable to make it over to Andrew Payne for the cover. Instead, the two got up in the center of the ring and started egging one another on to take their best shot. BDP throwing chops while Andrew threw forearms -- neither man leaving their feet. Finally, as the exchange of shots began to pick up speed, Andy rocked BDP with a forearm to the jaw and went for another Art of Ruin, but BDP shoved him into the ropes. Andy bounced back, right into BDP's arms where he hit him with a Snap Suplex...but he didn't let go. Instead, he swung his legs around and lifted Andrew up to his feet, delivering a second suplex! The crowd began to roar.
Hanson: "Ohhhh man! Shades of their beloved brother! The late Eddie Guerrero!! Can BDP get the big man up again?!"
After hitting the third and final suplex, BDP quickly climbed to his feet and pointed to the sky with an anguished look on his face before turning to the turnbuckle.
Crowd: "EDDIE!! EDDIE!!! EDDIE!!!"
Hanson: "What's he gonna do now?!"
BDP climbed to the turnbuckle, shaking his head down at Andrew Payne as he laid prone on the mat. Shaking his head, he could just barely be heard yelling "FUCK!" before climbing down from the turnbuckle and waiting in the corner. Andrew Payne began to stir, struggling up onto one knee where he met eyes with his long time tag team partner. Exhausted, panting, he gave a weak, defeated nod to BDP and motioned for him to finish it. BDP shook his head slowly, almost refusing.
Andrew Payne began struggling to his feet but was too exhausted. Finally, on one knee, Andrew Payne lowered the straps of his ring gear and told BDP to bring it, again.
"DO IT!!!!" Andy yelled. "COME ON!!!!"
Clearly torn between what to do, BDP pointed his finger at the exhausted Punisher and mouthed, "I love you, brother!" Running forward, at full speed, BDP delivered a third Bukakke Blast that resounded with a *SMACK* across Andrew's head, and the man crumpled forward. This time, when he went for the cover....
1!!
2!!
3!!
Hanson: "IT'S OVER!!! THANK GOD, IT'S OVER!!!"
At that instant, Marissa and Morgan both threw off their headsets and rushed the ring to join their fathers.
The moment the bell rang, BDP shoved the referee out of the way, and helped Andy to his feet, tears in his eyes as he hugged the man he truly thought of as his brother. "Thank you, brother. Thank you." He repeated as a ringside attendant brought the microphone over to him.
Returning the hug, Andy gave BDP a fist bump. "You earned this, bro." With that said, Andy raised BDP's arm, calling for the crowd to give it up before he stepped away, clapping and exited the ring with ginger movements. Morgan and Marissa both helped the man towards the backstage after each congratulating BDP and leaving him to celebrate his victory.
BDP watched as his brother left the ring, respectfully giving him a few moments to hear the crowd cheering for him before starting to speak.
"That was... at once the best and worst moment of my career. To share this ring with my brother... my best friend... the man I trust more than anyone... and tear the goddamn roof off this building in honor of our fallen friend? It was an amazing feeling, one I'll never forget. It just fuckin' blows, fighting that man for ANY reason."
He took a few seconds to catch his breath, before pointing to the crowd. "I don't know how much longer I can do this. My knees are shot. My back is a mess. But whether I call it a career next week, next month, or next year... this match will be the finest memory I have. We love you guys, you hear? Thank you for making us who we are today."
