Legion/Khaos vs. Crew/Vince

[thelegion]

Both teams come down the aisle to the ring, but it’s clear that there’s a bit of tension on the side of the loggers and Vince. Though searching for their first win tonight, Khaos & The Legion look much calmer than their foes.



Khaos, a newcomer and looking to earn his stripes tonight Al.

Well, they’re throwing him into the deep end of the pool tonight; let’s see how well he swims.



The Legion are looking for their first win tonight, but they’ll have to bring something more than their standard fair, as Vince and the Loggers have dealt them the majority of their losses here in GHW.

Well, hopefully they’ve learned from their errors and are coming in with both guns blazing.



Vicious Vince is still running around with that phony belt. How long are we going to have to put up with this nonsense?

Just a little longer Al, by then he could be packing the real deal.



The Logging Crew are a gruesome twosome; I don’t envy their opponents tonight.

You have to wonder if Vince can trust them either, in the latest of the GM’s experiments.

The bell rings; the match begins.

Oleg locks up with Big Jim and throws him to the mat, now flexing his muscles for all to see. Big Jim looks on in disgust, before returning to his feet and tying up with the Russian again. For a second time, the lumberjack is thrown to the canvas, so he rolls outside and motions for Cletus to follow, leaving Vegas bewildered on the apron. The fans voice their approval for the early part of the match, content that the trio of heels are already on the outs with each other and that the Legion remains in control. Big Jim gets in and tags Cletus, and he immediately gestures for a test of strength with Oleg. The two men lace fingers and crash into one another. Their chests thud together a second time, but neither man has a clear advantage. Suddenly, it seems as though Oleg is beginning to win, as his adversary’s legs begin to buckle. He forces Cletus to his knees, brings his hands to the canvas and quickly lets go and stomps on them, his reflexes making it appear like he did both things in the same instant.

Well, you can’t match power with Oleg, even if you are 284lbs.

This three hundred pounder is a mountain of muscle, Cletus has to wrestle smarter.

I wonder if he’s realizing that right now, Al.

All he’s worried about at this moment are his fingers. A stomp like that from the big Russian can easily mean a broken digit.

Oleg grabs Cletus by the hair, standing him up, and starts giving him backhanded chops. He forces him into one corner and Irish whips him into the opposite corner where Cletus hits hard and goes down. Oleg follows him in and begins to stomp him in the corner. With a look of distain, the Russian grinds his heel into the lumberjack’s face. The mighty Legionnaire then drags Cletus away from the buckle and delivers a few elbows before tagging Joaquin. Cletus staggers to his feet just in time to get bulldogged back down by Joaquin. Joaquin tries for a cover, but manages to get a bare two-count. He backs off; waiting until Cletus gets up, before hitting him with a snap mare and putting on a reverse chin lock. The grinding forearm of the Colombian has Cletus in agony but he struggles to his feet. Carrying the much smaller man on his back, while Joaquin desperately tries to regain control, Cletus drives the Legionnaire's back into the corner. Joaquin is forced to let go, as the air rushes form his lungs, but as Cletus stumbles toward his corner he isn’t too sure on his feet. Joaquin sees an opening, and raggedly runs to set up another bulldog, but Cletus turns and catches Joaquin, driving him into the mat with a spine buster. The crowd pops at the great crash that booms through the building, but boos as Cletus stands over the fallen warrior. For insurance sake, Cletus drops a leg on Joaquin and rolls into a tag to Big Jim.

The teams are cutting out the third men in there. This a disadvantage for them , but their so used to tagging in their partner that it takes a second for them to realize there’s an extra body out there.

True enough, but I don’t see Vince too eager to get in there and mix it up with the Legion again.

What do you mean? He beat both of them in a handicap match a couple of weeks ago, or have you forgotten?

Joaquin shakes his head, trying to clear things, but Big Jim hits him with a running high knee, followed by a scoop slam and then a full-body stomp. The crowd expresses its concern and chants encouragement so he might tag. Big Jim decides to get a fresh man inside the squared circle and so he slaps Vince on the chest and motions for him to get at it.

TBCB-Vince / Loggers

[Cletus & Big Jim]

Vince gets into the ring with a leery look at his burly partners, but immediately starts putting the boots to the fallen soldier. Joaquin tries to cover up as best he can, and his comrades extend their hands in the vain hope of a miraculous tag. Those hopes are dashed as Vegas drags the suffering South American deeper into his corner, before hitting a standing elbow drop. Genuflecting, the Vicious one posts the soldier’s arm against his knee and hyperextends the joint, while Joaquin grunts in agony. From the outside, Mercier beats on the apron and roars orders that are obviously being ignored in the face of searing pain. Yet, with the fans encouragement drumming in his ears, the Colombian begins to pump his free arm, signaling his imminent comeback. Seeing this, the man from Nevada releases his grip and scoops his foe up, before slamming him to the mat and quickly making the tag to Cletus. Vegas motions to begin the trademark Logging Crew double double-axe-handles, but the lumberjack waves him off and proceeds to deliver a few smashing blows to the back of the foreign legionnaire. Lifted to his feet, Joaquin is sent to the buckle, but manages to avoid an avalanche attempt by the lumberman and roll into a much needed tag to Khaos.

Joaquin doing a quick roll-through there, and in comes the big Texan. He’s new, so he’s not street-wise enough to know what he’s up against in this match. That could play to his advantage.

Indeed Al, he’s got nothing to prove to anyone but himself, and this crowd is eating up his every glance.

Well, pandering is one thing, let’s see what he can do against the man from Beaubears Island.

The big man from Texas receives a decent pop as he ducks under the top rope and makes his way into the ring, likely due to his shameless exposition of a Dropkick Murphys band shirt. Nevertheless, he earns the reaction back lighting into Cletus as the birler comes to face him, by hitting a stunning reverse crescent kick that well-deserves it ‘super’ moniker. Cletus pitches backward and lands with a dull thud, while the Houston native quickly makes the cover, but is disappointed to find only a two count. He grasps the straps of the whistle punk’s singlet and raises him to his feet once more. Groggy, Cletus puts up little resistance, even as his body is doubled over and then inverted for a piledriver. With impressive strength, Khaos holds the move for a moment, and, close enough to his own corner calls on the Legion to spike the move. Joaquin clamours to the top and pushes down as his ally drives their adversary headfirst into the canvas. Nevertheless, as referee Otto R. Rottic tries to clear the ring of the illegal entrant, Big Jim sneaks into the squared circle and jolts the rookie Khaos with a Russian leg sweep in the hopes of evening the odds. Upon returning to returning to his corner the perverse pulp peeler gets a pat on the back from Vince, who promptly smells his hand and wipes it vigorously on the turnbuckle.

Big Jim showing that the Logging Crew don’t mind bending the rules to get the win.

That’s nothing more than the inexperience of Khaos coming back to bite him.

It’s cheating on the part of the Loggers Al, plain and simple.

Oh, come off your high horse Fuzzie, we both know that double team moves are part of tag team wrestling. If he’s stupid enough to do one out in front of the official like that, he can’t expect him not to act. You see what Jim did? He got in, did the damage while the ref had his back turned, and got out.

Well, Mercier and the Legion are giving the official a piece of their mind now.

They can talk until they turn blue; if he didn’t see it, he can’t call it.

Khoas is the first to stir, and rolling into his corner makes the tag to Oleg. The three hundred pound behemoth steps over the ropes and the crowd seems aware that Vince and the Loggers could be in trouble, and they couldn’t any more pleased. With ease, the Russian scoops up the supine axman and delivers a backbreaker, but holds the body over his knee, pressing down on the chin and thighs, hoping for a submission. Cletus’ body is too long though, and the move slowly breaks down until Oleg has to let go in the face of futility. Cletus falls to the mat, cradling his back, as Oleg gives him some room and urges him to stand. As his opponent rises, Oleg bounces off the ropes to get some more momentum and jumps with a shoulder tackle. The pine island powerhouse side steps on impulse and drives his attacker’s head into the mat. Ignoring the cries for a tag from his corner, Cletus hits a running leg drop then kicks Oleg over and rakes his eyes with the sole of his boot. After being dragged to his feet, the Russian mercenary is forced into the corner of his adversaries. A few backhand chops to Cletus aim at liberation but are brought to an abrupt halt by the combination of a clashing forearm from the lumberjack and a sneaky shot to the kidneys by Vicious Vince. A greasy grin from the brute of bonnie Beaubears seems to indicate that the Vicious One did good, and a tag seems to all but confirm it. That said, the daggers in Cletus’ eyes once Vegas turns his back, to see to the matter at hand, tell a far different story. He hasn’t forgotten that handshake snub….

TBCB-Legion / Khaos

[thelegion]

Vince whips Oleg out of the corner, but the Russian reverses it and Vegas hits sternum first against the buckle. Oleg rushes in and hits the deck to hook in a pin. Vince barely kicks out, defying the weight holding him down, and everyone is caught off guard by the match almost ending. Commandant Mercier is angry at the referee and gives him the third degree about a slow count. Oleg too questions the official, while Vegas tries to catch his breath and regroup. Seeing an opportunity Vince stands behind his opponent, grabs him around his waist, and lifts him up. Vegas falls backwards while bridging his back and legs, slamming Oleg down to the mat shoulder and upper back first. Deciding to return the favour, Vicious Vince keeps the waistlock and continues bridging, pinning his opponent's shoulders down against the mat for a two count.

A pair of pinning combinations there by each side, but I don’t think either team is in a position to call it quits.

I’m not sure that’s what it’s about Colin. I think these guys are trying to show each other that anything you can do, I can do better.

Vince uses the confusion to make a tag to Big Jim who now kicks the fallen Legionnaire. Lifting him up, Big Jim applies a stump puller, hoping for submission. A hush falls over the arena as Big Jim keeps stretching Oleg and demanding that he quit. He lets him go now, but takes hold his head, before starting to rain punches into the Russian’s forehead, attempting to open a wound above Oleg’s eye. Thinking quickly, Oleg pushes backward, slipping Jim’s grip and kicking him in the head. He gets to his feet and grabs a stumbling Big Jim in a belly-to –belly suplex that surprises everyone. He lifts Jim to his feet once again; Irish whips him to the buckle and follows him in with a splash. Another whip sends Big Jim across the ring and the Legionnaire follows him in with a clothesline. With Jim on the mat, Oleg lets out a triumphant bellow that the audience appreciates and returns. He returns to his corner and tags in Joaquin.

The big Russian Oleg, is the force to be reckoned with.

Very true Al, and there are no flies on Joaquin either.

That could be too, but they still lack that killer instinct. Oleg could have finished it, but he opted for the tag instead. That’s not smart in my book.

You’re book is missing a few pages, last time I checked.

Joaquin claps his legs on either side of Big Jim’s head and rolls into a hurricanrana. Big Jim hurriedly gets to his feet, makes a clumsy attempt to grab the Colombian, 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. He checks the corner, and his partners 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 chastises Big Jim, who breaks away to hit a punt kick as Joaquin was about to get up. He then applies his own variation of the Log Jam, while Commandant Mercier still bark orders and the Legion corner offers shouts of encouragement. Big Jim laughs and taunts his foe, but Joaquin twists and stretches to get his hand on the rope. Big Jim is frustrated now; he drags Joaquin to the middle of the ring but Khaos crosses into the ring and delivers a short-arm clothesline. He manages to drag his ally to his own corner and engineer a tag that sees the Houston grappler as the legal man.

Khaos is really showing us what he’s got in this one. He’s a real addition to GHW.

Big Jim has got to make the tag.

Khaos hooks Jim's arms back in a reverse nelson, placing his forearms in the crooks of the elbows, with his hands on top of the back in a butcher's grip. He then lifts the lumberjack into an upside-down vertical position and falls back, shifting his opponent to one side as he flips over. The crash is heard everywhere and pops the crowd as well, but Khaos is not about to stand idle. As he grabs hold of the logger’s leg, Big Jim kicks him, causing him to stumble slightly. Jim then slips one foot in front of Khaos’ head and under his chin, locks his hands behind his opponent's head, and chokes by pressing his shin against the throat of the Texan. Khaos panics momentarily, and his hands flail wildly about, but he regains his place and, planting his feet and grabbing with both hand, he lifts Big Jim up enough to slam him down and break the hold. The two combatants lay motionless.

TBCB - Vince / Loggers

[Cletus & Big Jim]

A big move there by Khaos, and a stunning display of his power potential in escaping what could have been a finishing hold.

Definitely Fuzzie, that was a kill or be killed situation, and he had to think fast. A move like that, and applied by a guy like Jim, you’ve only got so long before you’re toast.

Big Jim begins to twitch, like an animal about to die or recently deceased. The improvised powerbomb by Khaos has sapped him of all but the most primal energy. Meanwhile the Texan is desperately trying to clear his own head, still seeing pinwheels and lights as a result of his oxygen-deprived brain. Both corners yell encouragement at their fallen comrades, but it seems to be in vain at present. At length, Cletus grows weary of this and charges into the ring, only to be headed off by the official. Yet, this may well have been the aim of his intrusion, as Vince Vegas rushes into the squared circle to pull the fallen logger into a friendly corner. Yet, an incursion by the Legion makes the Vicious One reassess the situation and, with a degree of perfidy, or maybe cunning forethought, he abandons his partner and ducks to the outside. This allows the soldiers to draw their own compatriot closer to them and quickly bring him around before the referee turns his attention to them. The result of all of this illegal entry in the ring sees Cletus and Vegas squabbling on the apron, while Khaos walks on rubber legs and sees Big Jim straining to get his feet under him again. Opting against a tag, he sets up for another super kick, but Jim’s knees buckle and the kick sails harmlessly over him and provides him the opportune time to fire a quick and dirty shot into his opposition’s genitals. Khaos crumples and the ref, preoccupied with the kick and standing at an awkward angle anyway, is perplexed by what’s just happened.

Well that’s not a very pretty way to get the upper hand in a match, and not very technically savvy either, but you can’t argue with the results.

I say that sort of move is an automatic disqualification, and maybe a fine for unsportsmanlike conduct.

These aren’t the Duchess of Queensbury rules. We’ve said it before, the Logging Crew know their way around the ring, and they know how to keep the ref from seeing what he shouldn’t.

The beast of the Black Rapids hauls himself toward his corner and extends his hand. Though Cletus’ hand is extended, Vince bats it aside and slaps the hand of the perverse pulp peeler, leaving the burly woodsman with the latest in a history of confused expressions on his face. Smugly, Vegas surveys the situation, and props up the pained face of Khaos and delivers a hard slap across his face. The Vicious One chuckles as the boos rain down upon him; they still see him and he can still play them like a two dollar harp. He drops an elbow to make his point ever more emphatically and then begins to kick the backs of the Houston native’s thighs, tightening the muscles, before planting a few more firm boots into the interior of the knee. Finally, with great aplomb, he wraps up the legs of the tenacious Texas tough guy into a figure four leg leglock. Khaos is immediately more animated and clearly in a good deal of pain, but his wails of torment only draw his partners into the ring and incur the wrath of the official who ushers them back to their corner with a good deal of finger wagging and stern verbiage. Moreover the episode on the opposite side of the ring allows Vince to extend his arms backward and take the hands of the pine island powerhouse, and Cletus lifts Vegas up, increasing the downward pressure on the hold. Of course, when the man in stripes turns toward the action once more, Cletus lets go immediately, allowing the Vicious One to fall unceremoniously onto his head and breaking the submission maneuver.

Ooo! A serious miscommunication there by Cletus, and this match was going their way.

I can’t see that lasting much longer. Usually the lumberjacks benefit from a little friction among their opponents, well I don’t see Vicious Vince letting that one go.

They just need to hold it together a little longer, and they’ll outlast the Legion, as they’ve done many times before.

Maybe so, or maybe it’s finally their time to go under and see what it’s like to be humiliated.

Vince cradles his head, but won’t give Cletus the satisfaction of an incredulous glare. Unfortunately the momentary lapse between the team members has allowed Khaos to make the tag to Oleg, who steamrolls Vegas with a crooked arm lariat and grimaces at the Crew on the apron. Cletus and Big Jim scowl in reply, but make no effort to assist their partner in the ring, despite the Russian’s gruff challenges. The savage Siberian takes his adversary by the legs and drops an elbow between them, crashing into the solar plexus. Vince moans loudly as the air rushes out of him and cradles his mid-section following the impact. Oleg follows up with a knee drop to the body and bounces off the ropes to hit a legdrop to the head. Then he lifts Vince up, and looking into his eyes with sadistic glee, fastens a bearhug on the erstwhile Vicious One. Sensing danger, the Crew now turn to coaxing their teammate on, not wanting to be the first to drop a match to the thus far winless threesome across the ring.