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Post by frenforleg on Nov 9, 2012 20:41:50 GMT -5
Both teams come down the aisle to the ring
The bell rings; the match begins.
Oleg locks up with Big Jim and throws him to the mat. Everybody is amazed at how powerful he is. Big Jim tries again and fails, so he and Cletus go outside. The fans are very happy that The Lumberjacks are being humiliated in the early part of the match. Big Jim gets in and tags Cletus. Once again he fails as Jim did and is thrown to the mat. The people cheer and Oleg flexes his muscles in a show of triumph. The Lumberjacks look worried that they will lose.
Oleg grabs Cletus again and starts giving him backhand chops. He forces him into one corner and Irish whips him into the opposite corner. Cletus hits hard and goes down. Oleg follows him in and begins to stomp him in the corner. Then he gives him the face wash, like The Lumberjacks had done last week. The audience likes this alot. Oleg drags Cletus away from the buckle and delivers a few elbows and then tags Joaquin.
Cletus gets up just in time to get bulldogged back down by Joaquin. Joaquin tries to get a pin now but it doesn't work this time. He waits until Cletus gets up before hitting him with a snap mare and putting on a reverse chin lock. Cletus is in agony but gets to his feet and drives Joaquin's back into the corner. Joaquin lets go but tries a schoolboy pin as Cletus stumbles toward his corner. Joaquin runs to set up another bulldog but Cletus catches Joaquin and gives him a spine buster. The crowd stops cheering and begins to boo. Cletus drops a leg on Joaquin and attempts to pin him. He drops a headbutt on him and tags Big Jim.
Big Jim hits Joaquin with a running high knee. He then tries a cover. This fails and Big Jim puts on a triangle hold, but Oleg breaks it up. Now Cletus gets into the ring and there is plenty of confusion. The referee sorts things out and gets two guys only in the ring. Big Jim tags Cletus.
Cletus gives Joaquin a scoop slam and then stomps him all over. The crowd is worried for him and chants so he might tag. Cletus lifts him into a hanging back breaker and he cries out for help. Oleg can't watch anymore and hits Cletus with a crooked arm lariat. Both men are down and the referee counts. The partners shout at them to tag. Cletus does first but before Big Jim can catch Joaquin Oleg gets tagged too.
TBCB: Cletus & Big Jim
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Post by Cletus & Big Jim on Nov 11, 2012 22:33:51 GMT -5
The Logging Crew is in for it now! They haven't had an answer for the big Russian since this match started.
Well, you don't have to sound so happy about it!
I can't help it Al, for what these bullies did last week, it's time they got their comeuppance.
Big Jim backs off a touch and soon he and Oleg begin to circle each other around the ring. Jim looks determined, but cautious, while his Russian counterpart seems like he's on the hunt. The referee urges them to fight or get off the pot and both men charge each other and begin to exchange haymakers in the centre of the ring. The crowd is on its feet at the sight of this exchange of fisticuffs, clearly cheering the big Russian on.
This might not be too smart on Big Jim's part.
But Jim knows what he's doing. At the height of the brawl, he gouges Oleg's eyes, and after a firm kick to the gut, executes a DDT that puts the Russian on the mat for the first time in the bout. The wild woodsman grins at the disapproving crowd and proceeds to tag his partner. The Logging Crew revisit an old favourite, letting the man from Yurasovo regain his stature just enough to allow a barrage of double axe handles make him wish for a fox hole. As Big Jim exits the ring, Cletus taunts the crowd and loudly asks Joaquin what he thinks of his partner now. With the laces of his boots, the brazen brute of Beaubears rakes the eyes of the Legionnaire, before clasping him in a reverse chin lock.
Al, I can't help but notice that the pinfall attempts that we saw early on are a good deal scarcer now; do you think it was a case of the jitters, knowing what's on the line here?
Possibly Fuzzie, there is a lot at stake in this one, and I think both sides have just resigned themselves that this is going to be a drawn out affair.
It's gut-check time to be sure
Cletus taunts Joaquin from the ring, and kicks at the ropes nearby to discourage Commandant Mercier from getting too close. Turning his attention back to the hold, he cinches in the chin lock and, using his beard to camouflage his efforts, begins biting Oleg's scalp. The East European winces and curses in his own tongue.
Черт возьми!
With that, the mighty West Russian begins to move, trying to rid himself of the loathsome lumberman. As he gets his feet under him, Cletus releases him and throws a thumb into his throat. Surprised and stunned, Mercier's mercenary is left open for a bear hug. Cletus keeps a seamless grip, pressing his head into Oleg¢®'s sternum. Joaquin leads the crowd in a rhythmic clap meant to rouse his partner. Mercier, on the outside, tries a different tactic, shouting angrily at his man and berating him in the manner of a drill instructor.
Ya gotta feel bad for Oleg here; he's got Cletus beating on him inside and his manager chewing him out from the floor. He's getting it from both barrels you might say!
I'm not so sure Al, I think it's firing the big man up. If that adrenaline is flowing through his big body, look out.
Oleg's eyes take on a maniacal glint and his hands grasp his foe's head and the two behemoths exchange a stare, Cletus ramps up the pressure, perplexed at the Russian's intransigence, but it's too late for the brawny birler. A mighty thrust sees the Legionnaire wedge his arms at his sides, break the hold and counter with a bear hug of his own. A tortured whoop erupts from the woodsman and he reaches in vain to make a tag.
Big Jim looks on frustrated, until he spies Mercier a little too close to the neutral corner and jumps to the floor. The threat to his commanding officer proves bait enough to Oleg, who looses Cletus and moves to investigate. Cletus staggers to his feet, attempts a running axe handle, but is instead caught by a huge powerslam that brings with it thunderous cheers. As the referee directs Big Jim to his corner, Joaquin jumps over the ropes and The Legion pick the fallen logger up and perform a double gutbuster that sends him writhing to the mat. With that, Joaquin exits so a legal tag can be made.
The tables are turning now Al.
Sure looks that way, but nothing's over yet.
Joaquin perches himself on the top rope, ready strike; when a weary Cletus turns toward him, he executes a targeted missile dropkick worthy of the many camera flashes that greet it. Following this act of aerial artistry, the former Columbian enforcer shows off his power by forcing his opponent to his feet and then whirling the barely conscious Cletus around on his shoulders; a nausea-inducing airplane spin. Sounding more like Mercier, Big Jim is howling at his partner to come up with something, but it's of little use, the man from Beaubears Island looks like he's been drug through a knot-hole ass backwards. Going in for the kill, the South American hooks the head and follows through with a swinging neckbreaker.
That could be all she wrote.
Well, the Commandant is getting red-faced calling for a pin here.
Joaquin has other plans though; he waits for Cletus to raise his head then delivers a gruesome baseball slide. A collective groan, tinged with a few cries of approval, issues from the crowd as Cletus' nose is suddenly a bloody mess. He staggers toward his corner, arm out-stretched, only to receive a standing dropkick to the back. Sent sailing into the buckle, his only consolation is the tag Big Jim makes across his back.
The man from Black Rapids charges into a drop toe hold, before falling victim to deep arm drag that has the crowd believing that nothing can stop the Legion's march to victory. The agile infantryman applies an arm bar, before reaching back and tagging Oleg once again. The Boston faithful are pledging to the Legion, never has a Russian been so over in the USA, or anything French for that matter. Oleg rewards his fans by hoisting his adversary high into the air and pressing him twice before slamming him to the canvas. He drops a fist, then a leg, and finally a headbutt, before going for the cover. Cletus rushes in to break it up, but is met with a leg lariat from the conscientious Colombian. The referee counts 2 and three quarters before Jim can roll his shoulder, but the overzealous timekeeper rings the bell inadvertently.
No! I think Big Jim got the shoulder up there.
Yeah, the ref seems a little confused
Huge cheers erupt and the Legionnaires embrace and raise their hands in a token of victory. The referee springs to action and lowers the raised arms before waving off the false bell vehemently.
Looks like this match is going to continue!
TBCB: frenforleg
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Post by frenforleg on Nov 13, 2012 10:47:20 GMT -5
Everyone is caught off guard by the match almost ending. Commandant Mercier is angry at the timekeeper and gives him a piece of his mind. Both Oleg and Joaquin question the referee, while The Lumberjacks try to catch their breath and regroup. Seeing an opportunity, Cletus & Big Jim attack Joaquin from behind with a battering ram, while tossing Oleg out of the ring such that he strikes the guardrail. He falls to the floor, limp.
The referee must have forgotten who the legal man was, as Big Jim now kicks the fallen Legionnaire. Lifting him up, Big Jim applies a stump puller, hoping for submission. He looks out to see Oleg motionless and nods to Cletus to head to the back and get his nose fixed. It’s basically a one-on-one for the moment. Big Jim keeps stretching Joaquin and the fans are silent at the sight of it. He lets him go now, but takes hold his head. Joaquin is sitting and looking up at Big Jim behind him. Big Jim starts to punch his forehead and one of the strikes opens a wound above Joaquin’s eye. Seeing this, Big Jim pounces and begins to bite and claw at the wound, trying to open it wider. The audience is very upset at this and loud boos are heard.
The referee breaks this up and scolds Big Jim. Joaquin crawls to his corner but no one is there. Big Jim mocks him, laughing at him. Commandant Mercier shouts at him, and shows him that he is bleeding. The sight of his blood gives Joaquin a renewed vigour. He gets to his feet and grabs Big Jim in a belly-to –belly suplex that surprises everyone, not least Big Jim. He gets Jim to his feet; Irish whips him to the buckle and follows him in with a Stinger slash. Another whip sends Big Jim across the ring and Joaquin monkey flips him out again. With Jim on the mat, Joaquin lets out a triumphant bellow that the audience appreciates and returns. He tries to mount Big Jim for his finisher, but Big Jim turns it into a sunset flip.
Joaquin claps his legs on either side of Big Jim’s head and rolls away. Big Jim gets to his feet, attempts an inverted atomic drop, but Joaquin tries a DDT instead. Jim pushes him away, but he comes back with a spinning heel kick. Jim is down and Joaquin sets in with a cross arm bar for the second time. He checks the corner, but no one is there. The fans are excited, and cheer in the hopes that Jim will quit. Big Jim fights though and manages to get his feet under him. Joaquin holds on doggedly, but Big Jim turns it into a chokehold. The referee separates them and Big Jim hits a punt as Joaquin was about to get up. He then applies his claw hold and the fans fall silent again, though Commandant Mercier is still barking orders. Big Jim laughs crazily, but Joaquin gets his foot on the rope. Big Jim is frustrated now; he drags Joaquin to the middle of the ring to set up his Hermit Hangover. Before he can though, Oleg storms the ring and spears him. The fans are very shocked, but shout loudly in support of The Legion. Oleg and Joaquin get ready for their finisher, when suddenly Cletus slides in under the bottom rope, evening things up.
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Post by Cletus & Big Jim on Nov 15, 2012 0:19:24 GMT -5
This match has been up and down like a whore’s drawers!
You’re starting to sound like Cletus partner.
Cletus is fixing to do his talking with his fists at the present moment.
The referee is planted between a resurgent Legion and an incensed Cletus, and he’s clearly bent out of shape. He wants some order restored here and soon and is speaking loudly enough that he can be heard in the fourth row. He gets some unlikely assistance when Mercier jumps on the apron and orders his Russian troop back to his corner in the name of sportsmanship. Cletus is similarly conducted by the man in black and white, but is a bit more contrary about it.
What was Mercier thinking? He had a man advantage with Big Jim dazed…
I think it reflects well on him, he’s a man of honour.
To Hell with that, you do whatever you can to walk out with the title shot and the winner’s purse.
Jim tries to shake off the spear and casts an eye to the eager Colombian who quickly rejoins the battle. The two men lock up and the wounded warrior is pushed into the buckle by the wily woodsman. The third man in the ring calls for a break, but Jim gives a parting token in the form of a slap. The official is hot and, oblivious now to Cletus’ throttling of Joaquin, he jabs his finger in Big Jim’s barrel chest and tells him to smarten up. The Logging Crew return to the attack courtesy of a set of nasty shoulder blocks to the Legionnaire’s mid-section, a tag and a spike piledriver is quick succession. Cletus, the relatively fresh man still nursing a broken nose, picks up the prone private and gives him an atomic drop. Joaquin goes stumbling towards his own corner. Cletus, realizing what he’s done tries to intercept, but is too late and Oleg gets the tag.
Here comes the Big Russian, Oleg, and you know Cletus can’t be happy about this.
Of course not! Would you wanna be in the ring with a freak like that?
Cletus tries to beg off the Russian, but quits early and starts in with the rights and lefts. The blows have no effect as it’s clear that gargantuan grunt has adrenaline streaming through his blood. In desperation, the logger goes to the eyes, but his subsequent Irish whip is reversed and he bounces off the ropes straight into big boot that garners a huge pop. With an eye to torture, the big man sinks in a half crab on the rustic foe and, at length grabs hold of his face for good measure. Cletus gives a scream of pain as the partial claw is clearly twisting his nose in all sorts of unnatural ways. The official thinks this a bit of dirty pool and forces the break. Undaunted, Oleg ascends the top rope, bathes in the approval of the masses, and flies headfirst into a wounded Cletus; a skull-splitting flying head-butt.
Good God Almighty, it’s over.
Positively, that’s three hundred plus pounds crashing into the body of Cletus.
You know something Al, I think he’s still not done yet…
Indeed, now the Russian scoops Cletus up in his massive arms, a sensation the lumberjack has rarely felt, and turns him upside down; tied to the tree of woe. He backs up and eyes his target for a baseball slide.
He’ll take his head off if he hit’s this!
Big Jim might have to find an old lonesome pine to plant his buddy under….
Big Jim senses the same and, with a mere fraction of a second before impact, he rushes to the neutral corner and hauls his compatriot up and out of harm’s way. Oleg crotches himself on the post, and Big Jim wastes no time slamming those tree trunk legs into the unyielding steel. He then gets up on the apron, and drops Cletus onto the motionless militant. Before he can do anymore the enraged Commandant Mercier drags him off the apron. Jim is unfazed, he turns and attacks the older man; a brawl ensues and calls the attention of the referee.
This is pandemonium, definitely grounds for a disqualification.
Are you an idiot? No one wants to see that Fuzzie. These teams have gone this far, they deserve to go all the way.
Meanwhile, Joaquin drags the unconscious body of Cletus to the middle of the ring, and helps his partner limp over and make the pin.
If the referee turns around, it’s over.
Correction Al, when he turns around it’s over.
C’mon Cletus, don’t let it end like this….
The referee, having returned Big Jim to his corner, turns around and hits the deck
1…
2…
Cletus rolls his shoulder and staves off defeat.
A hail of obscenities rail on the ring from the capacity crowd, a Joaquin enters the ring again. While setting up Cletus for a DDT, he slips on the ice, receiving the Big Jim Russian leg sweep. Oleg struggles to his feet, favouring his right leg, which is the one Cletus chop blocks out from under him. As their partners go at it outside the ring, Cletus takes hold of Oleg’s leg, perhaps to wrap it around the ol’ pine and make a desperate attempt to finish the bout…
TBCB: frenforleg
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Post by Cletus & Big Jim on Nov 16, 2012 0:17:09 GMT -5
Cletus wearily drapes Oleg’s leg around his neck, and plants a knee across the Russian’s shoulders, bowing the Legionnaire’s body outward like a young sapling. The Russian bear moans in pain, and Cletus screams in reply, demanding that his opponent give up. On the outside, Joaquin tries to intervene but only makes it to the apron before Big Jim takes hold of his leg and hauls him to the floor, his head bouncing off the edge of the ring on the way down with a nasty smack.
Oooo…that’ll leave a mark.
I can’t believe that Oleg is still fighting this, he’s got the crowd in his corner.
He is a strong one, but he’ll need a lot more than an arena full of hardcore marks to see to it he makes it outta this.
Oh I think he’s been through a lot worse than this in his day.
The brawny Beaubearian keeps the pressure on, along with the encouragement to throw in the towel. Big Jim gets into the ring and begins stomping on Oleg’s head and then applies the Pulp Hook before the official forcibly removes him. The referee returns to the submission hold and it looks like the mighty Muscovite is out.
I think he’s spent Fuzzie, it was a helluvan effort, but I think the Legion was just outgunned.
Oleg’s arm drops once, twice and holds, suspended in the air, for the briefest of seconds. A triumphant cheer forms in the throats of Legion fans, but it’s snuffed out by the fall of the mighty limb. The man in the zebra shirt waves his hands and calls for the bell, thankful this match is over.
Your winners of the match, and #1 contenders for the GHW Tag Team Titles, Cletus the Lumberjack and Big Jim, The Logging Crew!
The audience claps as a show of respect, as Cletus drops the leg and stands in triumph.
Big Jim takes a microphone and stands next to his partner.
These fellas put up a damn good fight, and as much as we want to put this big Ruskie bastard through The Mill, we won’t…we won’t…like Hell we won’t!
The Logging Crew move into position, when Charlie Coors interrupts
If I can have your attention ladies and gentlemen, the ref just told me that if The Logging Crew doesn’t leave the ring right now, he’ll reverse the decision and award the match to The Legion Entrangere.
Big Jim is clearly disgusted
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
Cletus hits him gently on the shoulder and points to the back and the two men leave amidst boos and showers of beer and soft drinks.
In the ring, Oleg is looking disappointed with himself. He struggles to stand, but falters. He tries again, but to no avail. Finally, Joaquin and Mercier, looking the worse for wear themselves, get into the ring and urge him to rise. With a face contorted in anguish and determination, Oleg struggles, and stands upright for a second until his partner and his manager brace him. The crowd roars their approval.
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