Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Oct 16, 2018 8:47:58 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 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 back to the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, folks! Nick Hanson here with James Reynolds. We're coming to you from the KeyBank Center in Buffalo, New York! Thankfully, Jim doesn't have a box of buffalo wings with him this ti---"
There's about five seconds of silence from the broadcast.
Hanson: "Jim, what the hell?"
Reynolds: "Ohhhhh yes sir!"
Hanson: "What the hell are you---?"
Reynolds: "This, my friend, is a buffalo chicken, New York style pizza! Though, I guess here they just call it a buffalo chicken pizza. We're actually *IN* New York afterall."
Hanson: "So is that the annoyance for this week? I have to sit here and basically work solo while you stuff your face with buffalo chicken based food all because we're in Buffalo, New York?"
Reynolds doesn't answer. Instead, we hear him already chowing down on a slice of pizza.
Hanson: "...I'll take that as a yes. Let's just take it to ringside, folks.... Before I hit this jackass."
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In the opening tag match, The Iron Maidens defeated The Renegades, by pinfall in 16:11, when Morgan Payne pinned Candi Broduer after delivering Dahntahn After Dahk. After the bell, Morgan leaned against the ropes, pointing and shouting back and forth with Serena Frost while Marissa Payne made sure to keep Morgan from exiting the ring and out right attacking her.
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In the second tag match, The Renegades defeated Connor & AKI, by pinfall in 14:38, when Tyson Law hit Connor with the Lawbreaker and made the pinfall.
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[10/15/2018 - DAY 13 - A BLOCK]
The pre-recorded scene from yesterday's show opens up on security staff pushing Teddy Morse and Chase Evans back through the curtain and into the backstage area where the interviewers await.
"Get back, guys! Get back!" The security guards firmly state as they push against the Rebel Rousers who both try to get passed them and at the Killer Elite Squad.
"'EY! Y'ALL WANNA GO AGAIN, JUST COME ON WITH IT!!" Teddy Morse yells, pointing over their shoulders at their opponents.
"ANYTIME, BOYS!! ANYTIME!!" Chase Evans yells, evidently equally as heated as Teddy is.
"CUT YER HAIR, LANCE!!" Teddy shouts. "YA LOOK LIKE DAMN COTTON EYED JOE!!"
"Damn, that's a good one." Chase says, finally calming down.
Finally, the tag team comes to stand in front of the backdrop where the camera focuses on them. The Rebel Rousers exchange a fist bump before Teddy finally leans over with an exhausted groan.
"Uggggggghhhh, oh man those boys are tough...." He pants. "Goddamn! But we survived!" He says, shooting back up into standing tall. "Call it what you want, y'all. Countout, draw, no contest. We survived one of the baddest teams in the business, just now. That should say somethin'! Me an' Chase, we're tryin' t'get back into the title scene, and we'll do whatever it takes t'get there! Fallen!" Teddy points at the camera. "You beat us once, but we all know that ya fuckin' cheated! We'll fight yer sorry asses again if it means earning a shot at those belts o'yours. Those belts that, again, you cheated to get! We'd rather be fightin the McKeesport Mafia for 'em, but I guess Chase an' I'll just have t'settle fer whuppin' yer sorry asses. Y'wanna poke eyes? Y'wanna pull tights? Hit low blows? Fuck it, we'll have a street fight! Y'all can do that all you want, but guess what? That means Big Hoss an' I get to do that shit too!" He says, pointing between himself and Chase. "Shit, we even expect yer Renegade buddies to get involved, but y'know the kicker? Y'all been pissin' everybody off, I bet we wouldn't even have t'ask people t'come in and even the odds! Y'all think about that! We'll do whatever it takes! We're done bullshittin' around! If we have to fight every other tag team in the division and start from the bottom, then fuck it. So be it! We'll do it! We're the goddamn Rebel Rousers. We kick ass, we take names, we raise hell, and we love every goddamn second of it! You got anything, man?" He looks up at Chase, tapping his partner's hairy chest with the back of his hand.
Chase actually looks impressed and a little surprised at the tenacity and fire his partner just displayed. The man slowly shakes his head, looking from Teddy to the camera. "Naw, man. You hit about every point, dead on. Good shit, brother." He fist bumps Teddy again.
Teddy returns the fist bump, before looking as if he just remembered something. "Oh!! Oh, one more thing. I can't forget."
"What's that?" Chase asks.
Teddy tosses his head back, cupping his mouth with his hands. "HEEEEEEEELLLLLLL YEEEEAAAAAHHH!!!!"
Chase responds with an approving laugh, giving daps to Teddy before the two make their way off camera.
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In the last tag match of the event, the Great White North defeated CHAOS, by pinfall in 18:22, when El Piso Mojado hit a Shooting Star Press onto Trent Beretta and made the cover.
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Hanson: "How the hell is it you eat so much without gaining an ounce?"
Hanson says as the ringside crew begins setting up for the singles matches.
Reynolds: "Must be my youthful metabolism, Nicky."
Hanson: "You're 48, Jim."
Reynolds: "And I'm still fresh as hell!"
Hanson: "Jesus.... Alright, folks. Let's see, here. Kenny Omega and Judas Lasher are tied in the lead for B Block with ten points each. Omega holds the tiebreaker, so that puts him ahead, technically. William Mannheim comes in at second with eight points, Scott Leroux, Big Daddy Payne, and EVIL with six, Tama Tonga, Andrew Payne and Minoru Suzuki with four, and Curry Man with two."
Reynolds: "Kenny's still my pick for B Block!"
Hanson: "Of course, because you just despise the Dominion of Pain."
Reynolds: "I wouldn't say despise, but I refuse to give into fear. Plus, I come from a good Christian home."
Hanson: "...*You* come from a Christian ho---, now I've heard everything."
Reynolds: "I do!"
Hanson: "Let's get ready for some B Block action, folks." He says as "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold starts up over the speakers. "Thank god, here comes the Tapout King."
Reynolds: "You don't believe me, that I'm a Chri--"
Hanson: "Not now, Jim! We've got block matches to call!"
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"The Punisher" Andrew Payne defeated "The Tapout King" Scott Leroux in their block match, by pinfall in 14:06, after hitting the 11th Hour.
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[10/15/2018 - DAY 13 - A BLOCK]
The camera shot opens up in the middle of Nico pacing back and forth in front of the backdrop as he pulls the tape off of his wrists. He finally stops, and lifts his head, still catching his breath as he grins with a slow shake of his head. "Holy shit...I think I'm more surprised than those people out there. I can't even be mad that I didn't win. I still got a point. And I got to have one hell of a good fight! That's a real badass, I just went twenty minutes in the ring with. Matt Klazzic. Remember the name. People've been shitting on the guy. Fuck, I won't lie. I was, too, at one point. I watched him in the ring before he ran off. I thought he took off with his tail tucked between his legs, but shit. He came back...knocked Adam Cole on his little bitch ass, he kept going through this tournament even despite getting his ass whupped day in and day out. He lets himself get choked out by Buzzsaw, rather than tap. Then he meets me...."
Nico cracks a grin. "The baddest motherfucker in this block goes into a match versus Matt Klazzic, expecting an easy W and comes out with a draw, because the guy dug deep and showed some fucking determination. Matt? I don't dish out compliments much, to anyone. You earned my respect today, and that don't come easy, for anybody. You, my brother, are a fighter. A true warrior. Hell, you've got me wondering where I went wrong! I'm gonna have to go back to the drawing board and re-evaluate my method. Because, if you know me by now, you know a draw ain't gonna sit with me. I can't call myself the baddest son of a bitch with my held high if I haven't beaten everybody. I've yet to beat you. So expect to see me again."
"Nico, you're next match is against Shelton Benjamin. Your thoughts going into that one?" A reporter asks.
Nico folded his arms across his stomach and thought for a moment. "Honestly? I can't talk bad about the guy. He's like family to the people who took me and my sister in at the lowest point of our lives, when we were kids. The guy's brought us presents for birthdays and Christmas, huh? But, he probably looks at me and thinks 'oh wow, that kid's grown up.' Yeah, I have. But I ain't a kid anymore...B-Money." He breaks into a chuckle. "That one always annoyed him a little." His smile fades back into a serious expression. "Like I said, I can't talk bad about the guy...but in this tournament...he's in my way. And yous remember what I said about people that get in my way...." Nico tosses the balled up tape off camera at the interviewers and walks off down the hallway.
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Minoru Suzuki defeated Curry Man in their block match, by pinfall in 15:10, after delivering the Gotch Style Piledriver.
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Judas Lasher defeated EVIL in their block match, by pinfall in 10:33, after hitting Lucifer's Halo.
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[10/15/2018 - DAY 13 - A BLOCK]
The camera cuts to the backstage area, with the interviewers and promotional backdrop. "Top Of The World" by Five Finger Death Punch blasts on out in the arena. Standing in front of the camera is Max LeBrun. His gloves and bicep guard are already off. He's currently pulling off the black "Renegade" medical tape from his shoulder as he catches his breath.
He shrugs his shoulders as he looks passed the camera at the interviewers. "What? I stopped to relax for a minute; I didn't stop to talk to you people. What, you wanna know my thoughts?" He smirks. "I just beat another 'seasoned veteran' is what Nick and James are probably saying, right now. 'Impressive match, Jim! Max LeBrun defeated a decorated superstar who's been in his business for almost twenty years!'" Max's smirk drops and his expression goes cold and serious. "No, I just beat the hell out of another washed up piece of shit that should be hanging his boots up! I've been going nearly twenty minutes in my matches for this tournament. I beat Shelton Benjamin in less than fifteen. He couldn't fucking hang. To hell with him....."
"Max, it seems like Chris Wolfe is making waves on social media and you're the focus. Any thoughts on that?" Asks a reporter.
Lowering his water bottle from his lips, Max makes a humored face and quickly swallows so he can respond. "Fuck Chris Wolfe! He can fucking bring it. He pinned me once because he managed to throw a flashy kick right in my face off the top ropes. He knocked me for a loop, for a second. I'll give him that. He's got the potential to be a big star, yeah. But if he thinks he can do it again, he's sorely mistaken. If he thinks he's *gonna* do it again, he's sorely fucking mistaken. Chris, you think I can't turn that DireWolfe of yours around and pop your ass with something out of my own bag? Wake the fuck up! And if you try that ninja dropkick shit again, I'm gonna Slapshot you right in the fucking mouth and you'll be spitting teeth instead of zingers." He goes back to sipping his water.
"I see...what about your next match; Zack Sabre Jr?" The same reporter asks.
Max lowers his water again, nodding with an amused smirk and points at the reporter with his index finger from the hand holding the bottle. "That, I can't wait for. He's what this business needs. Talented as hell. Young. Hell, he's only a year older than I am. And man, that guy's got an attitude on him! I want him to say 'fuck Suzuki-Gun' and come hang with us in the Renegades! That old son of a bitch with hieroglyphics buzzed into his head is holding you back, Zack! I've said it before when it comes to Davey. I mean it for you, too. But enough about that. I'm looking forward to the 17th. We're gonna put on a clinic. I talk shit about Scott Leroux being old, but he *did* teach me how to grapple and submit. You people damn well know that I've been keeping those skills warm. You saw it at Highway to Hell. Scott tried to tap me several times, and I had his number. I mean, hello?" He raises the NFW Heavyweight Title up for the cameras to see and does a "yoohoo" whistle. "So, I say let's do it, Zack. Bring your pro-wrestling master, submission artist game to the ring on Wednesday and I'll show you that I can do more than just kick people in the face." He raises a hand, 'pops the pin' with a click of his tongue and walks off camera.
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Kenny Omega defeated Tama Tonga in their block match, by pinfall in 8:10, after hitting a trio of high angled German Suplexes.
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In the main event, William Mannheim defeated Big Daddy Payne, by pinfall in 10:01, after hitting a top rope lariat.
Hanson: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's clear that the competitors of B Block are getting down to business here, as the tournament nears its end."
Reynolds: "Those were some short matches, Nicky! I think the longest one barely went over fifteen minutes!"
Hanson: "Right you are, Jim. But! That's our show for the day, folks! So long and see you tomorrow for the return of A 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 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 back to the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, folks! Nick Hanson here with James Reynolds. We're coming to you from the KeyBank Center in Buffalo, New York! Thankfully, Jim doesn't have a box of buffalo wings with him this ti---"
There's about five seconds of silence from the broadcast.
Hanson: "Jim, what the hell?"
Reynolds: "Ohhhhh yes sir!"
Hanson: "What the hell are you---?"
Reynolds: "This, my friend, is a buffalo chicken, New York style pizza! Though, I guess here they just call it a buffalo chicken pizza. We're actually *IN* New York afterall."
Hanson: "So is that the annoyance for this week? I have to sit here and basically work solo while you stuff your face with buffalo chicken based food all because we're in Buffalo, New York?"
Reynolds doesn't answer. Instead, we hear him already chowing down on a slice of pizza.
Hanson: "...I'll take that as a yes. Let's just take it to ringside, folks.... Before I hit this jackass."
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In the opening tag match, The Iron Maidens defeated The Renegades, by pinfall in 16:11, when Morgan Payne pinned Candi Broduer after delivering Dahntahn After Dahk. After the bell, Morgan leaned against the ropes, pointing and shouting back and forth with Serena Frost while Marissa Payne made sure to keep Morgan from exiting the ring and out right attacking her.
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In the second tag match, The Renegades defeated Connor & AKI, by pinfall in 14:38, when Tyson Law hit Connor with the Lawbreaker and made the pinfall.
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[10/15/2018 - DAY 13 - A BLOCK]
The pre-recorded scene from yesterday's show opens up on security staff pushing Teddy Morse and Chase Evans back through the curtain and into the backstage area where the interviewers await.
"Get back, guys! Get back!" The security guards firmly state as they push against the Rebel Rousers who both try to get passed them and at the Killer Elite Squad.
"'EY! Y'ALL WANNA GO AGAIN, JUST COME ON WITH IT!!" Teddy Morse yells, pointing over their shoulders at their opponents.
"ANYTIME, BOYS!! ANYTIME!!" Chase Evans yells, evidently equally as heated as Teddy is.
"CUT YER HAIR, LANCE!!" Teddy shouts. "YA LOOK LIKE DAMN COTTON EYED JOE!!"
"Damn, that's a good one." Chase says, finally calming down.
Finally, the tag team comes to stand in front of the backdrop where the camera focuses on them. The Rebel Rousers exchange a fist bump before Teddy finally leans over with an exhausted groan.
"Uggggggghhhh, oh man those boys are tough...." He pants. "Goddamn! But we survived!" He says, shooting back up into standing tall. "Call it what you want, y'all. Countout, draw, no contest. We survived one of the baddest teams in the business, just now. That should say somethin'! Me an' Chase, we're tryin' t'get back into the title scene, and we'll do whatever it takes t'get there! Fallen!" Teddy points at the camera. "You beat us once, but we all know that ya fuckin' cheated! We'll fight yer sorry asses again if it means earning a shot at those belts o'yours. Those belts that, again, you cheated to get! We'd rather be fightin the McKeesport Mafia for 'em, but I guess Chase an' I'll just have t'settle fer whuppin' yer sorry asses. Y'wanna poke eyes? Y'wanna pull tights? Hit low blows? Fuck it, we'll have a street fight! Y'all can do that all you want, but guess what? That means Big Hoss an' I get to do that shit too!" He says, pointing between himself and Chase. "Shit, we even expect yer Renegade buddies to get involved, but y'know the kicker? Y'all been pissin' everybody off, I bet we wouldn't even have t'ask people t'come in and even the odds! Y'all think about that! We'll do whatever it takes! We're done bullshittin' around! If we have to fight every other tag team in the division and start from the bottom, then fuck it. So be it! We'll do it! We're the goddamn Rebel Rousers. We kick ass, we take names, we raise hell, and we love every goddamn second of it! You got anything, man?" He looks up at Chase, tapping his partner's hairy chest with the back of his hand.
Chase actually looks impressed and a little surprised at the tenacity and fire his partner just displayed. The man slowly shakes his head, looking from Teddy to the camera. "Naw, man. You hit about every point, dead on. Good shit, brother." He fist bumps Teddy again.
Teddy returns the fist bump, before looking as if he just remembered something. "Oh!! Oh, one more thing. I can't forget."
"What's that?" Chase asks.
Teddy tosses his head back, cupping his mouth with his hands. "HEEEEEEEELLLLLLL YEEEEAAAAAHHH!!!!"
Chase responds with an approving laugh, giving daps to Teddy before the two make their way off camera.
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In the last tag match of the event, the Great White North defeated CHAOS, by pinfall in 18:22, when El Piso Mojado hit a Shooting Star Press onto Trent Beretta and made the cover.
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Hanson: "How the hell is it you eat so much without gaining an ounce?"
Hanson says as the ringside crew begins setting up for the singles matches.
Reynolds: "Must be my youthful metabolism, Nicky."
Hanson: "You're 48, Jim."
Reynolds: "And I'm still fresh as hell!"
Hanson: "Jesus.... Alright, folks. Let's see, here. Kenny Omega and Judas Lasher are tied in the lead for B Block with ten points each. Omega holds the tiebreaker, so that puts him ahead, technically. William Mannheim comes in at second with eight points, Scott Leroux, Big Daddy Payne, and EVIL with six, Tama Tonga, Andrew Payne and Minoru Suzuki with four, and Curry Man with two."
Reynolds: "Kenny's still my pick for B Block!"
Hanson: "Of course, because you just despise the Dominion of Pain."
Reynolds: "I wouldn't say despise, but I refuse to give into fear. Plus, I come from a good Christian home."
Hanson: "...*You* come from a Christian ho---, now I've heard everything."
Reynolds: "I do!"
Hanson: "Let's get ready for some B Block action, folks." He says as "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold starts up over the speakers. "Thank god, here comes the Tapout King."
Reynolds: "You don't believe me, that I'm a Chri--"
Hanson: "Not now, Jim! We've got block matches to call!"
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"The Punisher" Andrew Payne defeated "The Tapout King" Scott Leroux in their block match, by pinfall in 14:06, after hitting the 11th Hour.
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[10/15/2018 - DAY 13 - A BLOCK]
The camera shot opens up in the middle of Nico pacing back and forth in front of the backdrop as he pulls the tape off of his wrists. He finally stops, and lifts his head, still catching his breath as he grins with a slow shake of his head. "Holy shit...I think I'm more surprised than those people out there. I can't even be mad that I didn't win. I still got a point. And I got to have one hell of a good fight! That's a real badass, I just went twenty minutes in the ring with. Matt Klazzic. Remember the name. People've been shitting on the guy. Fuck, I won't lie. I was, too, at one point. I watched him in the ring before he ran off. I thought he took off with his tail tucked between his legs, but shit. He came back...knocked Adam Cole on his little bitch ass, he kept going through this tournament even despite getting his ass whupped day in and day out. He lets himself get choked out by Buzzsaw, rather than tap. Then he meets me...."
Nico cracks a grin. "The baddest motherfucker in this block goes into a match versus Matt Klazzic, expecting an easy W and comes out with a draw, because the guy dug deep and showed some fucking determination. Matt? I don't dish out compliments much, to anyone. You earned my respect today, and that don't come easy, for anybody. You, my brother, are a fighter. A true warrior. Hell, you've got me wondering where I went wrong! I'm gonna have to go back to the drawing board and re-evaluate my method. Because, if you know me by now, you know a draw ain't gonna sit with me. I can't call myself the baddest son of a bitch with my held high if I haven't beaten everybody. I've yet to beat you. So expect to see me again."
"Nico, you're next match is against Shelton Benjamin. Your thoughts going into that one?" A reporter asks.
Nico folded his arms across his stomach and thought for a moment. "Honestly? I can't talk bad about the guy. He's like family to the people who took me and my sister in at the lowest point of our lives, when we were kids. The guy's brought us presents for birthdays and Christmas, huh? But, he probably looks at me and thinks 'oh wow, that kid's grown up.' Yeah, I have. But I ain't a kid anymore...B-Money." He breaks into a chuckle. "That one always annoyed him a little." His smile fades back into a serious expression. "Like I said, I can't talk bad about the guy...but in this tournament...he's in my way. And yous remember what I said about people that get in my way...." Nico tosses the balled up tape off camera at the interviewers and walks off down the hallway.
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Minoru Suzuki defeated Curry Man in their block match, by pinfall in 15:10, after delivering the Gotch Style Piledriver.
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Judas Lasher defeated EVIL in their block match, by pinfall in 10:33, after hitting Lucifer's Halo.
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[10/15/2018 - DAY 13 - A BLOCK]
The camera cuts to the backstage area, with the interviewers and promotional backdrop. "Top Of The World" by Five Finger Death Punch blasts on out in the arena. Standing in front of the camera is Max LeBrun. His gloves and bicep guard are already off. He's currently pulling off the black "Renegade" medical tape from his shoulder as he catches his breath.
He shrugs his shoulders as he looks passed the camera at the interviewers. "What? I stopped to relax for a minute; I didn't stop to talk to you people. What, you wanna know my thoughts?" He smirks. "I just beat another 'seasoned veteran' is what Nick and James are probably saying, right now. 'Impressive match, Jim! Max LeBrun defeated a decorated superstar who's been in his business for almost twenty years!'" Max's smirk drops and his expression goes cold and serious. "No, I just beat the hell out of another washed up piece of shit that should be hanging his boots up! I've been going nearly twenty minutes in my matches for this tournament. I beat Shelton Benjamin in less than fifteen. He couldn't fucking hang. To hell with him....."
"Max, it seems like Chris Wolfe is making waves on social media and you're the focus. Any thoughts on that?" Asks a reporter.
Lowering his water bottle from his lips, Max makes a humored face and quickly swallows so he can respond. "Fuck Chris Wolfe! He can fucking bring it. He pinned me once because he managed to throw a flashy kick right in my face off the top ropes. He knocked me for a loop, for a second. I'll give him that. He's got the potential to be a big star, yeah. But if he thinks he can do it again, he's sorely mistaken. If he thinks he's *gonna* do it again, he's sorely fucking mistaken. Chris, you think I can't turn that DireWolfe of yours around and pop your ass with something out of my own bag? Wake the fuck up! And if you try that ninja dropkick shit again, I'm gonna Slapshot you right in the fucking mouth and you'll be spitting teeth instead of zingers." He goes back to sipping his water.
"I see...what about your next match; Zack Sabre Jr?" The same reporter asks.
Max lowers his water again, nodding with an amused smirk and points at the reporter with his index finger from the hand holding the bottle. "That, I can't wait for. He's what this business needs. Talented as hell. Young. Hell, he's only a year older than I am. And man, that guy's got an attitude on him! I want him to say 'fuck Suzuki-Gun' and come hang with us in the Renegades! That old son of a bitch with hieroglyphics buzzed into his head is holding you back, Zack! I've said it before when it comes to Davey. I mean it for you, too. But enough about that. I'm looking forward to the 17th. We're gonna put on a clinic. I talk shit about Scott Leroux being old, but he *did* teach me how to grapple and submit. You people damn well know that I've been keeping those skills warm. You saw it at Highway to Hell. Scott tried to tap me several times, and I had his number. I mean, hello?" He raises the NFW Heavyweight Title up for the cameras to see and does a "yoohoo" whistle. "So, I say let's do it, Zack. Bring your pro-wrestling master, submission artist game to the ring on Wednesday and I'll show you that I can do more than just kick people in the face." He raises a hand, 'pops the pin' with a click of his tongue and walks off camera.
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Kenny Omega defeated Tama Tonga in their block match, by pinfall in 8:10, after hitting a trio of high angled German Suplexes.
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In the main event, William Mannheim defeated Big Daddy Payne, by pinfall in 10:01, after hitting a top rope lariat.
Hanson: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's clear that the competitors of B Block are getting down to business here, as the tournament nears its end."
Reynolds: "Those were some short matches, Nicky! I think the longest one barely went over fifteen minutes!"
Hanson: "Right you are, Jim. But! That's our show for the day, folks! So long and see you tomorrow for the return of A Block!"
