Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Oct 15, 2018 8:25:12 GMT -8
The show opens in silence as an image of Vlad Blackheart and Lara Chastain, during their wedding, 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: "Welcome back to the Vlad Blackheart Memorial, ladies and gentlemen. Nick Hanson and James Reynolds here, and we're coming to you from the KeyBank Center in Buffalo, New York!"
Reynolds: "BUFFALO WINGS, NICKY!!!"
Hanson: "You're still stuck on Buffalo Wings? We've been here two days and you still haven't gotten any?"
Reynolds: "Fuck yeah, I got me some Buffalo Wings! I got some right here!"
The camera cuts to the announce table just in time to see James Reynolds pull a container of wings out of a brown paper bag.
Hanson: "...You're serious, right now?"
Reynolds: "As a heart attack!"
The camera cuts back to the ringside area.
Hanson: "You're gonna have one if you eat all of those."
Reynolds: "You're not getting any. Nice try."
Hanson: "I don't want any of that greasy shit. Wait, Jim. What are you...the show's about to start!"
We can hear James Reynolds loudly beginning to chew and slurp at the wings he's brought with him.
Reynolds: "Mmmmh. God these are so good!"
Hanson: "Oh, brother.... Well, folks...who's ready for some in-ring action?"
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The scene opens as the pans throughout the locker room and various NFW superstars are getting seen on camera two of which the camera stops on would be the NFW Tag Team Champions Ryan Steele and Sabastian Riley Young.. as the camera catches them talking with the door slightly cracked open.. "Man, that crew is beyond stupid.. why would it take so long to do something so easy..." SRY asks Ryan...
"I know what you mean man.. it took away from us being more involved in this tournament... i mean, we had matches.. but our head wasn't all the way in the game.. we were busy try to pave a way for the future of this business... " Says Ryan.
" But you know what? SRY pauses for a moment.. " We still have these " as he points to the tag titles..." as SRY continued his thought..
" Yea man.. we got a target on us.. we've been in this situation before, our backs to the wall and wvery team trying to make a name for themselves at our expense...and Buddy what have we done every time..?" Asks Ryan to Sabastian.. " We simply prevail. Just plan and simple.. we are a no nonsense tag team.. we hit you so hard, your family's 3rd and 4th generation that hasn't been born yet feels how hard we hit..." says Sabastian.. So let this be a warning to every team on the roster.. we simply we not go down lightly ... you will have to pack several lunches and a breakfast to even get close to trying to beat us...." says Sabastian
"And its a warning that i Ryan Steele urge to you to take heed to"... Scene closes as the camera backs away and pans back throughout the locker room back to ringside area.
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In the opening tag match, The Fallen defeated Chase Owens and Stephen Amell, by pinfall in 12:33, when Steele and Young performed a tandem Flapjack Flatliner on Amell, with Young making the cover.
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In the second tag match, Lara Blackheart and Shelley Silver defeated Kennedy Campbell and Trina Tanaka, by pinfall in 11:03, when Lara pinned Trina after delivering the Coma White.
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In the last tag match of the card, the Rebel Rousers and Killer Elite Squad fought to a double countout at 14:51 when all four men kept brawling outside of the ring, until security and referees rushed in to break them up.
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[10/11/2018 - DAY 12 - B BLOCK]
Out in the arena, The DNC's "Num Num" can be heard while Connor K celebrates the pinfall victory with Carmine Moretti and AKI over Suzuki-Gun. Storming through the curtain, Havok shoves a backstage attending to the floor out of his way and starts throwing anything he can get his hands on. It's partially amusing to his team mates, even though they know they need to contain his rage.
After a moment, Havok turns and starts storming back towards the curtain they came from, until El Desperado puts himself in front of the man and pushes back against him.
"Oi! Oi! Chottomatte!" Desperado urges. "Ochitsuku!" It takes the man who's about the size of only 1/3 of Havok, sticking a finger up in the bigger masked man's face. "Kiku! You...risten! Yes?" Desperado pats Havok's chest, laughing. "Is okay! Is okay." Finally, Desperado and ZSJ get Havok to follow after them as Desperado stops to look at the interviewers and gets right up in the camera.
"OI!! Anata wa watashitachi no soba ni nani ga aru no ka mite imasu ka?!" He snaps, pointing back at Havok who's broad shoulders rise and fall with each heaving, growling breath under his mask. He brings his pointing hand back to the camera. "Makkisupotsu Ma-fee-ya! Kyo wa un ga yokatta! Watashitachi ga kare o yurumeru made mattekudasai! SUZUKI-GUN!!! WE KIRRU YOU!!!!" Laughing, El Desperado throws up the "Ichiban" hand gesture and steps away from the camera. Here, Havok lunges forward with a guttural roar and shoves the camera man flat on his ass. The last angle the camera catches are the three pairs of boots of the Suzuki-Gun members as they storm off.
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After the last tag team match of the event, the ringside crew begins straightening up in preparation for the A Block matches.
Reynolds: "Alright!" *We hear him belch loudly from his buffalo wing meal* "Game time, Nicky!"
Hanson: "...Good lord, you are disgusting."
Reynolds: "Yeah well---" *We hear him sucking his fingers* "--sue me."
Hanson: "Did you bring a napkin?"
Reynolds: "Yeah, but you gotta savor this sauce."
Hanson: "Right.... Anyways, here we are folks. So begins the fourth set of block matches. Tonight, we continue with A Block. Buzzsaw continues to lead with eleven points, but Chris Wolfe trails right behind him with ten points. Kota Ibushi and Nico Salvatore follow up behind them at eight points each - keep in mind, Nico holds the tie breaker there. Max LeBrun has seven points, Rick Dickulous has six, Shelton Benjamin and Zack Sabre Jr both have four - Sabre technically leads with the tie breaker - Kane has two points and Matt Klazzic has zero. Are you, finally done?"
We cut to the announce table where James Reynolds is wiping his mouth and hands with a napkin, wearing a satisfied smile.
Reynolds: "Right on time, Nicky! Let's get it!"
He says as "War" by Vince DiCola starts up over the arena's speakers, signaling the entrance of Matt Klazzic.
Hanson: "Thank god. Well, here's Matt Klazzic folks. He's definitely been struggling through A Block but he, clearly, hasn't let any of that effect his drive and motivation. You can tell that he puts 100% of his focus into each of his matches lately."
Reynolds: "You can't call him a quitter. I mean, I'd just lay down and eat the pins at this point. He's already mathmetically eliminated."
Hanson: "This isn't about winning for everybody, Jim."
Reynolds: "Why the hell wouldn't it be?"
Hanson: "You heard what Matt said at the press conference. Win or lose, he's looking to prove that 'Klazzic'...is forever!"
Reynolds: "Oh please."
Hanson: "I thought you were pulling for this guy, anyway?"
Reynolds: "I said I admire his drive. I never said I thought he'd be the winner. Do I look like I root for underdogs? As much as I hate to say it, Buzzsaw's clearly on the road to winning A Block."
Hanson: "Right.... Well, Matt's still looking to prove he's a changed performer and today is certainly a test for him, because here comes the Urban Gladiator!"
The opening siren to I Prevail's "Come and Get It" fills the arena, signaling the entrance for Nico Salvatore.
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Nico Salvatore and Matt Klazzic wrestled an intense and gruelling contest that saw both men dishing out strikes that were heard all the way up in the nose bleed section. Stiff blows ranging from chops and forearms to Nico's kicks and running knee attacks. Neither of the men could seem to get a pin on the other. Eventually, after another exchange of shots, Klazzic stood dazed on his feet and Nico hoisted the man up across his shoulders for the GFY, only for Matt to wiggle free and position himself behind Nico where he threw an arm around his neck and locked in the hold.
Hanson: "SLEEPER HOLD!!! SLEEPER HOLD, JIM!!!!"
Reynolds: "HOLY SHIT!!! HE'S GOT IT LOCKED!!"
Hanson: "NICO'S FADING, JIM!! LOOK!!"
The crowd jumped to their feet, screaming for the finish as Nico's legs began to visibly give out. The referee checked his arm once...twice...before, on the third check, Nico's arm stayed up and he slowly began to struggle back against the hold, clenching his hand into a fist and drive his elbow, repeatedly into Matt's midsection until he was able to slip his head out, still holding onto Matt's wrist.
Reynolds: "No, he's loose, Nicky! Nico's not going out like that!"
And Nico followed up the escape, hitting his signature Gladius Cutter, snapping Matt down to the canvas.
Hanson: "GLADIUS CUTTER!!! THAT SHOULD DO IT!!"
Nico, sneering with rage, waited for Matt to begin getting to his feet before he came off the ropes, clearly going to his signature running knee strike. He leapt off the ground where Matt caught him around the waist and twisted him around into a tilt-a-whirl---
Reynolds & Hanson: "GOURD BUSTER!!!!!!"
Hanson: "HE HIT THE GOURD BUSTER ON NICO!!!"
Reynolds: "THAT'S IT!!!"
Hanson: "A MODIFIED VARIATION OF HIS FINISHER OUT OF NOWHERE!!"
1!!
2!!
Hanson: "NOOO!!! NICO KICKED OUT!!!"
As Matt threw his hands to his head in disbelief, Nico grabbed at his neck, scrambling to his feet until he got up on shaky legs.
Reynolds: "What's he doing now?"
Suddenly, Nico sprinted back, coming off the ropes again with a sickening *SMACK* his knee connected with Klazzic's face.
Hanson: "THERE IT IS!!!! THE KNEE!!!!"
Reynolds: "MATT MIGHT BE OUT!!!"
1!!
2!!
Hanson: "NO MATT *KICKED* OUT, JIM!!"
Reynolds: "Now it's Nico's turn to be in disbelief!!"
As Reynolds said this, Nico shot up onto his knees, staring at the referee like he was a madman, holding up three fingers, only for the referee to confirm with two. Looking back down at Matt in half-amazement, half-frustration, Nico slowly shook his head and grabbed the man by the side of his mask. We could hear him audibly screaming in Matt's face.
"FUCKING--STAY--DOWN!!!"
Planting one foot on the mat, coming up to a knee, Matt responded with a sudden *SLAP* across Nico's face. Nico's hand immediately went to his mouth as he looked down at Matt, wide eyed with madness in his eyes before pulling him to his feet, and hit him with a stiff knee to the midsection before hoisting him up over his shoulders again.
Hanson: "This might be it, this time, Jim!!"
Reynolds: "Here it comes!"
Hanson & Reynolds: "GFY!!!!"
With a sickening *SMACK* Matt's head met Nico's knee and he fell back to the canvas, but so did Nico, crumpling to his knees and backwards, out of pure exhaustion. He moved over as quick as possible, however and pulled Klazzic's leg up for the cover.
1!!
2!!
MATT KLAZZIC KICKED OUT AGAIN!!
Hanson: "ARE--YOU--KIDDING--ME!!!!!!"
Reynolds: "WHERE'S MATT GETTING ALL OF THIS FROM, NICKY?!"
Hanson: "YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE!!"
Once Matt and Nico pulled themselves up to their feet on opposite corners of the ring, the referee -- in a bit of disbelief himself at how hard the two were going -- made a check to see if both were still good to go. Once they affirmed, he gave the motion for them to continue. Matt, absolutely exhausted, motioned for Nico to bring it on. Nodding and inaudibly responding to him, Nico motioned back at him and the two approached one another, instantly locking up again.
~DING DING DING~
Hanson: "There's the bell!!"
Reynolds: "WHAT?!?!?!"
Hanson: "It's a draw! We have another draw!"
Reynolds: "HOOOOOOLY CRAP, NICKY!!!!"
After the referee separated the two men, the crowd gave a standing ovation as Matt Klazzic extended a hand to Nico Salvatore. After a long, tense pause, Nico reached out and clasped Matt's hand for the handshake before giving him a fist bump, before the two exited the ring
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Max LeBrun defeated Shelton Benjamin in their block match, by pinfall in 13:27, with The Aneurysm.
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[10/11/2018 DAY 12 - B BLOCK]
*William Mannheim steps through the curtain, Go Big Or Go Home still playing in the arena, the crowd still cheering. He glares into the camera as he walks over to the post match interview set*
"Before you ask, Tama? I'm WILLIAM FUCKING MANNHEIM, BITCH!"
*Mannheim breathes heavily a few times, bending at the waist. He stands back up, still glaring into the camera*
"You showed up here, you and your little spoon Tanga Loa, and you thought you'd just ride that Bullet Club bullshit right to the Main Event."
*Mannheim holds up a finger*
"You made a big fucking mistake calling me out - maybe that wasn't your intention, but Julian Morrison did the same thing you did, and what happened?"
"I shut his cum dumpster, just like I shut yours tonight."
*His voice becomes more forceful, less calm, harkening back to Mannheim's prime*
"This is your warning, you insufferable, cum guzzling bitch. Tuck your fucking tail between your legs and run, boy, or I will beat you like a rented mule...your call."
*An offscreen interviewer pipes up*
"What about your next block match with Big Daddy Payne?"
"Man, what about it? You wanna know what I think? I think you better be watching...you thought Andy and I put on a good brawl? Fuck that - no offense, Andy - but fuck that shit."
"You've got two guys who love two things - friends, and fights...sometimes they mix. See, just like Andy, BDP and I don't have any beef. Fuck, none of them McKeesport fuckers have any beef with me, or with the Great White North."
"Payne and I are doing this for the memory of a brother. We're not doing this to settle a score, or to be the best. No...we're doing this for Vlad. So on Tuesday, when that bell rings, and we square off? It's not about grudges, it's not about backstage bullshit."
"Hold onto your asses, because this is gonna be one helluva ride. Go big or go home, Payne - I'll see you Tuesday, brother."
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In another SHOCKING upset, Chris WOlfe defeated Buzzsaw in their block match, by pinfall in 19:20, by countering an avalanche suplex from the top turnbuckle with a Canadian Destroyer.
Reynolds: "WHOA!!!!!!"
Hanson: "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!"
Reynolds: "HOLY CRAP, NICKY!!"
Hanson: "WHAT WAS THAT YOU WERE SAYING ABOUT BUZZSAW, JIM?! BECAUSE THAT MAN -- CHRIS WOLFE -- JUST TOOK THE LEAD IN A BLOCK!!! THE BIG BAD COMEBACK IS IN FULL EFFECT!!!"
As Chris Wolfe's music plays throughout the arena, Amy Connors makes her way down to the ring in a hurry to catch him before he leaves. Entering the ring, with a microphone, she comes to stand beside him, shaking the man's hand with her radiant smile as his music fades out.
"Chris, let me be the first to congratulate you on behalf of everyone here in the arena!" She says, enthusiastically. "The tournament isn't over yet, but you just took the lead in A Block against what many have been saying is the toughest competitor of the block. How does that make you feel?"
"Validated, Amy. That's how it makes me feel." Wolfe took a couple of seconds to catch his breath before continuing. "I knew coming into this thing that I'm the greatest. Trick was making everyone ELSE see it. But now? I put down the World Champion. I put down the TV Champion. I'm headin' right to the top, Amy."
"As well as the Silver Mountain Champion, Chris!" Amy responded, adding onto Chris' list of accomplishments in just the tournament so far. "It looks like you've got your pick of the litter, in terms of championship matches. Is there a chance the fans might see you challenging for multiple titles, following this tournament?"
"Hey... I earned the shots, so why not?" He laughed taking a few sips of water. "But I'll be honest... right now? I want that World Title. I already beat LeBrun once... I know for damn sure I can do it again. And most importantly... *he* knows I can do it again."
"Speaking of the World Champion, the last we heard from him in an interview, he claimed he was finished playing around and would be sending a message to the NFW universe." Amy says, her smile wavering some as it was clearly a serious matter. "A lot of people have no doubts that he was including you in that statement. Do you have any speculation or words, regarding that matter?"
Chris thought about his words carefully, before letting that smile fade as he stared into the camera. "Max LeBrun is a bully. And now that he sees just how beatable he is... he's a desperate bully. And that makes him dangerous. But Max? I promise you... when we get in that ring again? I still will not fear you. I still will not be intimidated by you. In fact? The only thing I will do? Is what I do to all bullies. Kick them right in the damn teeth."
Amy went wide eyed in that adorably, uncomfortable way that she did. Still, she covered it with a lovely smile. βWell, it looks like our fighting champ has a fighting challenger! Thank you, again, Chris. Congratulations on your win, today! We look forward to seeing more from you in the near future!β Shaking his hand again, Amy leaves the ring as Chrisβ music resumes, giving him time to celebrate his victory.
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[10/11/2018 - DAY 12 - B BLOCK]
"Devil's Sky" can be heard out in the arena as the camera fades in on "The Punisher" Andrew Payne, sitting down on the floor in front of the interviewers. Straps around his waist already, from his match, he slowly begins removing his gloves and peeling the tape off of his hands. He's silent for a long minute as sweat runs down his face and chest. Finally, he slowly shakes his head.
"I don't know what to say. You want me to keep coming out of a match and giving you my two cents on how it went?" He asks, looking up at the reporters with a lack of amusement on his face. "You watched it, from back here, right? I got my ass kicked. Omega's younger. Faster. He's got more energy than this old bastard." He points to himself. "Don't get me wrong; I'm a tough motherfucker. I'll never stop saying that. I'm one of the toughest guys in this business. But I'm running out of gas...I'm running out of stamina. I'm practically eliminated from winning at this point...unless by some miracle, someone ahead of me fucks up big time. But that's not gonna stop me from giving it my all in every match. I'm gonna finish out my matches for this by putting everything I've got out in that ring. Win or lose...the motherfucker in there with me's gonna feel it."
He finally manages to pull himself to his feet and looks directly into the camera. "Scott. That means you. You and I have done this before...." He motions with his index finger around in a circle. "We've both seen better years. You're a little less busted up than I am, but you know you'd be a damn fool to think that's gonna mean an easy victory for you. So let's see what you got on the 16th, bub...." He walks away from the camera, limping along the way down the hall....
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[10/11/2018 - DAY 12 - B BLOCK]
Immediately after Andrew Payne's promo, the shot does a white-fade transition to Kenny Omega as he pulls up a chair in front of the backdrop and plops right down in it, panting.
"Whew...." He says as he leans back in his chair. "Now I know why they call him The Punisher...but he also knows, now...why they call me...the Best Bout Machine...." He takes a sip from a bottle of water. "Hell of a match, Payne. I've got nothing negative to say about you. You've got the heart and determination of any real wrestler. I say wrestler...not 'sports entertainer' or whatever shit other people wanna call us. You're a pioneer of this company, in my eyes, and I enjoyed every second of our match. But now, we move on...." He takes another, longer sip from his water.
"Kenny, next week, on the 16th, you face Tama Tonga." A reporter says. "How are things between you two?"
Kenny grimaces at the question. "How do you think things are between us? We haven't exactly kissed and made up. We obviously see things differently and that lead to us butting heads. But the difference between us is, I can easily move on and look passed those things. Tama Tonga's a temperamental little fucking child who feels he has to hammer his point in over and over and over! I talked, before, about Suzuki using dirty tactics to win, but at least Suzuki can wrestle a match. Tama Tonga is nowhere near my level and the only way he can beat me is if he pulls some dirty trick out of his hat. If he has his buddies in his corner. But that's not gonna work. Not this time." He looks at the camera. "Tama? I'm not gonna sugar coat with you anymore. I'm gonna be honest: I'm gonna beat you. I'm gonna kick your ass. I'm gonna fuck you up. That is all I have to say. Goodbye...." He kisses his finger. "And goodnight." His gun hand turns into that of giving the middle finger which he aims at Tama Tonga through the camera. "Bang." He says in a calm, collected tone before getting up out of his chair and leaving....
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Rick Dickulous defeated Kane in their block match -- which was practically a knockdown, drag out brawl -- by pinfall in 8:22, by countering the Tombstone and delivering The Misery Whip.
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In the main event of the day, Kota Ibushi defeated Zack Sabre Jr in their block match, by pinfall in 19:41, with the Kamigoye.
Hanson: "Welp!! Definitely an exciting day for wrestling, wouldn't you say so, Jim?"
Reynolds: "That's putting it lightly! We saw two things we never thought we'd see. Matt Klazzic survived the Urban Gladiator and Chris Wolfe defeated the Buzzsaw!"
Hanson: "We've still got five days of tournament left, Jim. Just think of what else we could end up seeing!"
Reynolds: "Oh, I'm anticipating more surprises, Nicky. Trust me!"
Hanson: "As am I. But, alas, that's all for today folks! So long and see you right back here tomorrow, for more NFW action!"
~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: "Welcome back to the Vlad Blackheart Memorial, ladies and gentlemen. Nick Hanson and James Reynolds here, and we're coming to you from the KeyBank Center in Buffalo, New York!"
Reynolds: "BUFFALO WINGS, NICKY!!!"
Hanson: "You're still stuck on Buffalo Wings? We've been here two days and you still haven't gotten any?"
Reynolds: "Fuck yeah, I got me some Buffalo Wings! I got some right here!"
The camera cuts to the announce table just in time to see James Reynolds pull a container of wings out of a brown paper bag.
Hanson: "...You're serious, right now?"
Reynolds: "As a heart attack!"
The camera cuts back to the ringside area.
Hanson: "You're gonna have one if you eat all of those."
Reynolds: "You're not getting any. Nice try."
Hanson: "I don't want any of that greasy shit. Wait, Jim. What are you...the show's about to start!"
We can hear James Reynolds loudly beginning to chew and slurp at the wings he's brought with him.
Reynolds: "Mmmmh. God these are so good!"
Hanson: "Oh, brother.... Well, folks...who's ready for some in-ring action?"
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The scene opens as the pans throughout the locker room and various NFW superstars are getting seen on camera two of which the camera stops on would be the NFW Tag Team Champions Ryan Steele and Sabastian Riley Young.. as the camera catches them talking with the door slightly cracked open.. "Man, that crew is beyond stupid.. why would it take so long to do something so easy..." SRY asks Ryan...
"I know what you mean man.. it took away from us being more involved in this tournament... i mean, we had matches.. but our head wasn't all the way in the game.. we were busy try to pave a way for the future of this business... " Says Ryan.
" But you know what? SRY pauses for a moment.. " We still have these " as he points to the tag titles..." as SRY continued his thought..
" Yea man.. we got a target on us.. we've been in this situation before, our backs to the wall and wvery team trying to make a name for themselves at our expense...and Buddy what have we done every time..?" Asks Ryan to Sabastian.. " We simply prevail. Just plan and simple.. we are a no nonsense tag team.. we hit you so hard, your family's 3rd and 4th generation that hasn't been born yet feels how hard we hit..." says Sabastian.. So let this be a warning to every team on the roster.. we simply we not go down lightly ... you will have to pack several lunches and a breakfast to even get close to trying to beat us...." says Sabastian
"And its a warning that i Ryan Steele urge to you to take heed to"... Scene closes as the camera backs away and pans back throughout the locker room back to ringside area.
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In the opening tag match, The Fallen defeated Chase Owens and Stephen Amell, by pinfall in 12:33, when Steele and Young performed a tandem Flapjack Flatliner on Amell, with Young making the cover.
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In the second tag match, Lara Blackheart and Shelley Silver defeated Kennedy Campbell and Trina Tanaka, by pinfall in 11:03, when Lara pinned Trina after delivering the Coma White.
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In the last tag match of the card, the Rebel Rousers and Killer Elite Squad fought to a double countout at 14:51 when all four men kept brawling outside of the ring, until security and referees rushed in to break them up.
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[10/11/2018 - DAY 12 - B BLOCK]
Out in the arena, The DNC's "Num Num" can be heard while Connor K celebrates the pinfall victory with Carmine Moretti and AKI over Suzuki-Gun. Storming through the curtain, Havok shoves a backstage attending to the floor out of his way and starts throwing anything he can get his hands on. It's partially amusing to his team mates, even though they know they need to contain his rage.
After a moment, Havok turns and starts storming back towards the curtain they came from, until El Desperado puts himself in front of the man and pushes back against him.
"Oi! Oi! Chottomatte!" Desperado urges. "Ochitsuku!" It takes the man who's about the size of only 1/3 of Havok, sticking a finger up in the bigger masked man's face. "Kiku! You...risten! Yes?" Desperado pats Havok's chest, laughing. "Is okay! Is okay." Finally, Desperado and ZSJ get Havok to follow after them as Desperado stops to look at the interviewers and gets right up in the camera.
"OI!! Anata wa watashitachi no soba ni nani ga aru no ka mite imasu ka?!" He snaps, pointing back at Havok who's broad shoulders rise and fall with each heaving, growling breath under his mask. He brings his pointing hand back to the camera. "Makkisupotsu Ma-fee-ya! Kyo wa un ga yokatta! Watashitachi ga kare o yurumeru made mattekudasai! SUZUKI-GUN!!! WE KIRRU YOU!!!!" Laughing, El Desperado throws up the "Ichiban" hand gesture and steps away from the camera. Here, Havok lunges forward with a guttural roar and shoves the camera man flat on his ass. The last angle the camera catches are the three pairs of boots of the Suzuki-Gun members as they storm off.
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After the last tag team match of the event, the ringside crew begins straightening up in preparation for the A Block matches.
Reynolds: "Alright!" *We hear him belch loudly from his buffalo wing meal* "Game time, Nicky!"
Hanson: "...Good lord, you are disgusting."
Reynolds: "Yeah well---" *We hear him sucking his fingers* "--sue me."
Hanson: "Did you bring a napkin?"
Reynolds: "Yeah, but you gotta savor this sauce."
Hanson: "Right.... Anyways, here we are folks. So begins the fourth set of block matches. Tonight, we continue with A Block. Buzzsaw continues to lead with eleven points, but Chris Wolfe trails right behind him with ten points. Kota Ibushi and Nico Salvatore follow up behind them at eight points each - keep in mind, Nico holds the tie breaker there. Max LeBrun has seven points, Rick Dickulous has six, Shelton Benjamin and Zack Sabre Jr both have four - Sabre technically leads with the tie breaker - Kane has two points and Matt Klazzic has zero. Are you, finally done?"
We cut to the announce table where James Reynolds is wiping his mouth and hands with a napkin, wearing a satisfied smile.
Reynolds: "Right on time, Nicky! Let's get it!"
He says as "War" by Vince DiCola starts up over the arena's speakers, signaling the entrance of Matt Klazzic.
Hanson: "Thank god. Well, here's Matt Klazzic folks. He's definitely been struggling through A Block but he, clearly, hasn't let any of that effect his drive and motivation. You can tell that he puts 100% of his focus into each of his matches lately."
Reynolds: "You can't call him a quitter. I mean, I'd just lay down and eat the pins at this point. He's already mathmetically eliminated."
Hanson: "This isn't about winning for everybody, Jim."
Reynolds: "Why the hell wouldn't it be?"
Hanson: "You heard what Matt said at the press conference. Win or lose, he's looking to prove that 'Klazzic'...is forever!"
Reynolds: "Oh please."
Hanson: "I thought you were pulling for this guy, anyway?"
Reynolds: "I said I admire his drive. I never said I thought he'd be the winner. Do I look like I root for underdogs? As much as I hate to say it, Buzzsaw's clearly on the road to winning A Block."
Hanson: "Right.... Well, Matt's still looking to prove he's a changed performer and today is certainly a test for him, because here comes the Urban Gladiator!"
The opening siren to I Prevail's "Come and Get It" fills the arena, signaling the entrance for Nico Salvatore.
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Nico Salvatore and Matt Klazzic wrestled an intense and gruelling contest that saw both men dishing out strikes that were heard all the way up in the nose bleed section. Stiff blows ranging from chops and forearms to Nico's kicks and running knee attacks. Neither of the men could seem to get a pin on the other. Eventually, after another exchange of shots, Klazzic stood dazed on his feet and Nico hoisted the man up across his shoulders for the GFY, only for Matt to wiggle free and position himself behind Nico where he threw an arm around his neck and locked in the hold.
Hanson: "SLEEPER HOLD!!! SLEEPER HOLD, JIM!!!!"
Reynolds: "HOLY SHIT!!! HE'S GOT IT LOCKED!!"
Hanson: "NICO'S FADING, JIM!! LOOK!!"
The crowd jumped to their feet, screaming for the finish as Nico's legs began to visibly give out. The referee checked his arm once...twice...before, on the third check, Nico's arm stayed up and he slowly began to struggle back against the hold, clenching his hand into a fist and drive his elbow, repeatedly into Matt's midsection until he was able to slip his head out, still holding onto Matt's wrist.
Reynolds: "No, he's loose, Nicky! Nico's not going out like that!"
And Nico followed up the escape, hitting his signature Gladius Cutter, snapping Matt down to the canvas.
Hanson: "GLADIUS CUTTER!!! THAT SHOULD DO IT!!"
Nico, sneering with rage, waited for Matt to begin getting to his feet before he came off the ropes, clearly going to his signature running knee strike. He leapt off the ground where Matt caught him around the waist and twisted him around into a tilt-a-whirl---
Reynolds & Hanson: "GOURD BUSTER!!!!!!"
Hanson: "HE HIT THE GOURD BUSTER ON NICO!!!"
Reynolds: "THAT'S IT!!!"
Hanson: "A MODIFIED VARIATION OF HIS FINISHER OUT OF NOWHERE!!"
1!!
2!!
Hanson: "NOOO!!! NICO KICKED OUT!!!"
As Matt threw his hands to his head in disbelief, Nico grabbed at his neck, scrambling to his feet until he got up on shaky legs.
Reynolds: "What's he doing now?"
Suddenly, Nico sprinted back, coming off the ropes again with a sickening *SMACK* his knee connected with Klazzic's face.
Hanson: "THERE IT IS!!!! THE KNEE!!!!"
Reynolds: "MATT MIGHT BE OUT!!!"
1!!
2!!
Hanson: "NO MATT *KICKED* OUT, JIM!!"
Reynolds: "Now it's Nico's turn to be in disbelief!!"
As Reynolds said this, Nico shot up onto his knees, staring at the referee like he was a madman, holding up three fingers, only for the referee to confirm with two. Looking back down at Matt in half-amazement, half-frustration, Nico slowly shook his head and grabbed the man by the side of his mask. We could hear him audibly screaming in Matt's face.
"FUCKING--STAY--DOWN!!!"
Planting one foot on the mat, coming up to a knee, Matt responded with a sudden *SLAP* across Nico's face. Nico's hand immediately went to his mouth as he looked down at Matt, wide eyed with madness in his eyes before pulling him to his feet, and hit him with a stiff knee to the midsection before hoisting him up over his shoulders again.
Hanson: "This might be it, this time, Jim!!"
Reynolds: "Here it comes!"
Hanson & Reynolds: "GFY!!!!"
With a sickening *SMACK* Matt's head met Nico's knee and he fell back to the canvas, but so did Nico, crumpling to his knees and backwards, out of pure exhaustion. He moved over as quick as possible, however and pulled Klazzic's leg up for the cover.
1!!
2!!
MATT KLAZZIC KICKED OUT AGAIN!!
Hanson: "ARE--YOU--KIDDING--ME!!!!!!"
Reynolds: "WHERE'S MATT GETTING ALL OF THIS FROM, NICKY?!"
Hanson: "YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE!!"
Once Matt and Nico pulled themselves up to their feet on opposite corners of the ring, the referee -- in a bit of disbelief himself at how hard the two were going -- made a check to see if both were still good to go. Once they affirmed, he gave the motion for them to continue. Matt, absolutely exhausted, motioned for Nico to bring it on. Nodding and inaudibly responding to him, Nico motioned back at him and the two approached one another, instantly locking up again.
~DING DING DING~
Hanson: "There's the bell!!"
Reynolds: "WHAT?!?!?!"
Hanson: "It's a draw! We have another draw!"
Reynolds: "HOOOOOOLY CRAP, NICKY!!!!"
After the referee separated the two men, the crowd gave a standing ovation as Matt Klazzic extended a hand to Nico Salvatore. After a long, tense pause, Nico reached out and clasped Matt's hand for the handshake before giving him a fist bump, before the two exited the ring
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Max LeBrun defeated Shelton Benjamin in their block match, by pinfall in 13:27, with The Aneurysm.
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[10/11/2018 DAY 12 - B BLOCK]
*William Mannheim steps through the curtain, Go Big Or Go Home still playing in the arena, the crowd still cheering. He glares into the camera as he walks over to the post match interview set*
"Before you ask, Tama? I'm WILLIAM FUCKING MANNHEIM, BITCH!"
*Mannheim breathes heavily a few times, bending at the waist. He stands back up, still glaring into the camera*
"You showed up here, you and your little spoon Tanga Loa, and you thought you'd just ride that Bullet Club bullshit right to the Main Event."
*Mannheim holds up a finger*
"You made a big fucking mistake calling me out - maybe that wasn't your intention, but Julian Morrison did the same thing you did, and what happened?"
"I shut his cum dumpster, just like I shut yours tonight."
*His voice becomes more forceful, less calm, harkening back to Mannheim's prime*
"This is your warning, you insufferable, cum guzzling bitch. Tuck your fucking tail between your legs and run, boy, or I will beat you like a rented mule...your call."
*An offscreen interviewer pipes up*
"What about your next block match with Big Daddy Payne?"
"Man, what about it? You wanna know what I think? I think you better be watching...you thought Andy and I put on a good brawl? Fuck that - no offense, Andy - but fuck that shit."
"You've got two guys who love two things - friends, and fights...sometimes they mix. See, just like Andy, BDP and I don't have any beef. Fuck, none of them McKeesport fuckers have any beef with me, or with the Great White North."
"Payne and I are doing this for the memory of a brother. We're not doing this to settle a score, or to be the best. No...we're doing this for Vlad. So on Tuesday, when that bell rings, and we square off? It's not about grudges, it's not about backstage bullshit."
"Hold onto your asses, because this is gonna be one helluva ride. Go big or go home, Payne - I'll see you Tuesday, brother."
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In another SHOCKING upset, Chris WOlfe defeated Buzzsaw in their block match, by pinfall in 19:20, by countering an avalanche suplex from the top turnbuckle with a Canadian Destroyer.
Reynolds: "WHOA!!!!!!"
Hanson: "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!"
Reynolds: "HOLY CRAP, NICKY!!"
Hanson: "WHAT WAS THAT YOU WERE SAYING ABOUT BUZZSAW, JIM?! BECAUSE THAT MAN -- CHRIS WOLFE -- JUST TOOK THE LEAD IN A BLOCK!!! THE BIG BAD COMEBACK IS IN FULL EFFECT!!!"
As Chris Wolfe's music plays throughout the arena, Amy Connors makes her way down to the ring in a hurry to catch him before he leaves. Entering the ring, with a microphone, she comes to stand beside him, shaking the man's hand with her radiant smile as his music fades out.
"Chris, let me be the first to congratulate you on behalf of everyone here in the arena!" She says, enthusiastically. "The tournament isn't over yet, but you just took the lead in A Block against what many have been saying is the toughest competitor of the block. How does that make you feel?"
"Validated, Amy. That's how it makes me feel." Wolfe took a couple of seconds to catch his breath before continuing. "I knew coming into this thing that I'm the greatest. Trick was making everyone ELSE see it. But now? I put down the World Champion. I put down the TV Champion. I'm headin' right to the top, Amy."
"As well as the Silver Mountain Champion, Chris!" Amy responded, adding onto Chris' list of accomplishments in just the tournament so far. "It looks like you've got your pick of the litter, in terms of championship matches. Is there a chance the fans might see you challenging for multiple titles, following this tournament?"
"Hey... I earned the shots, so why not?" He laughed taking a few sips of water. "But I'll be honest... right now? I want that World Title. I already beat LeBrun once... I know for damn sure I can do it again. And most importantly... *he* knows I can do it again."
"Speaking of the World Champion, the last we heard from him in an interview, he claimed he was finished playing around and would be sending a message to the NFW universe." Amy says, her smile wavering some as it was clearly a serious matter. "A lot of people have no doubts that he was including you in that statement. Do you have any speculation or words, regarding that matter?"
Chris thought about his words carefully, before letting that smile fade as he stared into the camera. "Max LeBrun is a bully. And now that he sees just how beatable he is... he's a desperate bully. And that makes him dangerous. But Max? I promise you... when we get in that ring again? I still will not fear you. I still will not be intimidated by you. In fact? The only thing I will do? Is what I do to all bullies. Kick them right in the damn teeth."
Amy went wide eyed in that adorably, uncomfortable way that she did. Still, she covered it with a lovely smile. βWell, it looks like our fighting champ has a fighting challenger! Thank you, again, Chris. Congratulations on your win, today! We look forward to seeing more from you in the near future!β Shaking his hand again, Amy leaves the ring as Chrisβ music resumes, giving him time to celebrate his victory.
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[10/11/2018 - DAY 12 - B BLOCK]
"Devil's Sky" can be heard out in the arena as the camera fades in on "The Punisher" Andrew Payne, sitting down on the floor in front of the interviewers. Straps around his waist already, from his match, he slowly begins removing his gloves and peeling the tape off of his hands. He's silent for a long minute as sweat runs down his face and chest. Finally, he slowly shakes his head.
"I don't know what to say. You want me to keep coming out of a match and giving you my two cents on how it went?" He asks, looking up at the reporters with a lack of amusement on his face. "You watched it, from back here, right? I got my ass kicked. Omega's younger. Faster. He's got more energy than this old bastard." He points to himself. "Don't get me wrong; I'm a tough motherfucker. I'll never stop saying that. I'm one of the toughest guys in this business. But I'm running out of gas...I'm running out of stamina. I'm practically eliminated from winning at this point...unless by some miracle, someone ahead of me fucks up big time. But that's not gonna stop me from giving it my all in every match. I'm gonna finish out my matches for this by putting everything I've got out in that ring. Win or lose...the motherfucker in there with me's gonna feel it."
He finally manages to pull himself to his feet and looks directly into the camera. "Scott. That means you. You and I have done this before...." He motions with his index finger around in a circle. "We've both seen better years. You're a little less busted up than I am, but you know you'd be a damn fool to think that's gonna mean an easy victory for you. So let's see what you got on the 16th, bub...." He walks away from the camera, limping along the way down the hall....
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[10/11/2018 - DAY 12 - B BLOCK]
Immediately after Andrew Payne's promo, the shot does a white-fade transition to Kenny Omega as he pulls up a chair in front of the backdrop and plops right down in it, panting.
"Whew...." He says as he leans back in his chair. "Now I know why they call him The Punisher...but he also knows, now...why they call me...the Best Bout Machine...." He takes a sip from a bottle of water. "Hell of a match, Payne. I've got nothing negative to say about you. You've got the heart and determination of any real wrestler. I say wrestler...not 'sports entertainer' or whatever shit other people wanna call us. You're a pioneer of this company, in my eyes, and I enjoyed every second of our match. But now, we move on...." He takes another, longer sip from his water.
"Kenny, next week, on the 16th, you face Tama Tonga." A reporter says. "How are things between you two?"
Kenny grimaces at the question. "How do you think things are between us? We haven't exactly kissed and made up. We obviously see things differently and that lead to us butting heads. But the difference between us is, I can easily move on and look passed those things. Tama Tonga's a temperamental little fucking child who feels he has to hammer his point in over and over and over! I talked, before, about Suzuki using dirty tactics to win, but at least Suzuki can wrestle a match. Tama Tonga is nowhere near my level and the only way he can beat me is if he pulls some dirty trick out of his hat. If he has his buddies in his corner. But that's not gonna work. Not this time." He looks at the camera. "Tama? I'm not gonna sugar coat with you anymore. I'm gonna be honest: I'm gonna beat you. I'm gonna kick your ass. I'm gonna fuck you up. That is all I have to say. Goodbye...." He kisses his finger. "And goodnight." His gun hand turns into that of giving the middle finger which he aims at Tama Tonga through the camera. "Bang." He says in a calm, collected tone before getting up out of his chair and leaving....
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Rick Dickulous defeated Kane in their block match -- which was practically a knockdown, drag out brawl -- by pinfall in 8:22, by countering the Tombstone and delivering The Misery Whip.
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In the main event of the day, Kota Ibushi defeated Zack Sabre Jr in their block match, by pinfall in 19:41, with the Kamigoye.
Hanson: "Welp!! Definitely an exciting day for wrestling, wouldn't you say so, Jim?"
Reynolds: "That's putting it lightly! We saw two things we never thought we'd see. Matt Klazzic survived the Urban Gladiator and Chris Wolfe defeated the Buzzsaw!"
Hanson: "We've still got five days of tournament left, Jim. Just think of what else we could end up seeing!"
Reynolds: "Oh, I'm anticipating more surprises, Nicky. Trust me!"
Hanson: "As am I. But, alas, that's all for today folks! So long and see you right back here tomorrow, for more NFW action!"
