LaLXII: Exhibition Match
May 11, 2020 4:48:18 GMT -5
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Post by Buddy Winchester on May 11, 2020 4:48:18 GMT -5
If you order an encore of the Living a Legacy XII event on PCW Network, you will miss this sideshow rolling into town; however, if you saw the event live or hear Buddy Winchester tell the tale, it went down like this...
Ace Anderson: Wait a minute, Jerry. What is going on here?
With the entire crowd amped-up for the prestigious tenth Icemann Invitational Tournament, on a night that will also feature two big-time championship matches, the arrival of one Buddy Winchester was hardly the starting point the faithful were awaiting. Cheers of anticipation became mixed with loud boos as he stepped out onto the stage in a suit and tie. According to his face, he didn’t quite share the same excitement or thrill of the moment and didn’t seem to mind the jeers.
Then, a collective gasp brought an abrupt hush to the crowd. Buddy hadn’t killed the heat, in fact, they were only brought closer to the edge of their seats as a gigantic, young man joined him atop the ramp.
A red and white singlet that clung to shoulders every bit of sixty inches across was topped with amateur wrestling headgear.
While Buddy paid them no mind, the massive wrestler following him slapped hands and bumped fists with the fans along the ramp. A bright white smile and rosy cheeks lit up the PCW Arena as the two closed in on the ring.
At ringside, Buddy went up the steps while his large companion stepped right up onto the apron to wipe his boots and then sit on the middle rope. Buddy entered the ring with the bear of a boy right behind him. After a quick huddle in the far corner, Buddy stepped out into the center, reached into his jacket and retrieved a microphone.
Buddy Winchester: My name is Buddy Winchester and, well, how many of you were expecting to see Kyle Shane take on Grimm in the opening match here tonight?
Cheap heat, effective. Now, he had them all cheering and chanting.
And he allowed it.
For a minute, but how sour the mood will change when you tell thousands of people or just one for that matter...
Buddy Winchester: Nope!
He held his free hand up, eventually calming them to a simmer.
Buddy Winchester: See, they are two former World Champions, both highly decorated before and since their reigns; in fact, I think there is what, one title Grimm has never carried? Am I right? I guess I’ll have to look into that, but one of these guys may possibly challenge for the World Championship ...again. So, hear me out, neither Grimm nor Kyle Shane are an opening act. Sorry, but not sorry, you are all going to have to wait for that.
More boos than cheers, but he was losing them a bit and maybe he intended it that way.
Buddy Winchester: Oh, stop, come on; as you can see, that’s not all I brought.
Glancing at the giant in the corner, Buddy had to quickly turn away to roll his eyes up into his skull -the boy was seriously raising both beefy arms high above his head for their admiration. Buddy drew a deep breath, every tool he had discussed with his counselor for times like this flew out of his ear, and he turned to what he knows best.
Buddy Winchester: This is “Kodiak” Hunter Benjamin and right now, everyone that you will see come through that curtain tonight, are all in the back trembling as they lace up their boots. They are locked on the closest monitor or glued to the live stream on their phones and they are looking at... the bear killer.
Pumping his meat mullets high above his head with the cadence of the crowd’s stomping, boom-boom-boom, Kodiak led the standing mob as they chanted his name.
Buddy had no choice but to standby. He wouldn’t be over-talking the faithful, but a few moments later, he too shoved his free hand high above his head.
And it was stuffed with cash.
Buddy Winchester: I have an opening act for you.
They quickly quieted with Buddy standing in the center of the ring holding a dozen hundred-dollar bills in the air.
Buddy Winchester: In fact, I have an open challenge for you or, again, anyone in the building, but unfortunately, if you are already in a match tonight, you are not allowed to come out here.
The faithful did not like that, but they are bloodthirsty heathens, what do they know of liability.
Buddy Winchester: Hey, now, hear me out, these aren’t my rules, you know.
That didn’t help, not immediately anyway.
Buddy Winchester: Here’s the deal, this is Living a Legacy TWELVE!
There we go, back to the cheap heat.
Buddy Winchester: It just so happens that I have twelve hundred dollars in my hand and, if you are a trained professional wrestler ...not already booked tonight... and you would like to make some cash, come to the ring and beat Kodiak.
E-X-P-L-O-S-I-O-N of cheers.
Buddy Winchester: I mean, sign the waiver with Jerry over there first, and then, well, if you can defeat Kodiak, I will give you twelve hundred dollars.
The cameras pan the crowd, people were still filing into the arena from the corridors. They swapped their money after waiting in long lines at the concessions and they swiped their cards in the lobby box office as they continued to make their way into the event.
Buddy Winchester: This is Living a Legacy where wrestling truly…
Rubbing the cash tightly between his thumb and fingers, Buddy had the crowd on their feet.
Buddy Winchester: ...has class. Come on, now. Surely, there must be someone in the back or, maybe, to your left or across the aisle… let’s look around.
Leaning over the ropes, Buddy yells down at the desk.
Buddy Winchester: Ace, do you want to make a quick buck? No?
Buddy shrugged as he returned to the center of the ring.
Buddy Winchester: Okay, just for coming down here, I will give you half. That is six hundred dollars just for coming to the ring ...signing the waiver ...and agreeing to try to beat Kodiak for the rest.
Counting out the bills, Buddy stuffed half of the wad in referee Ty Little’s shirt pocket and handed the official the remainder with some stern direction.
Buddy Winchester: So, as a former wrestling star-maker, I am privy to the fact that six-hundred-dollars is a great payout for an exhibition ...and I am offering twelve; that is if you can beat my...
KO-DI-AK!
If his momma was watching the sunset in South Dakota, which she probably was, she could hear the faithful chanting for her Cubby Bear.
LOUD!
Buddy Winchester: Somebody out there wants it…
“YEE! HAW!”
And, someone did. An old saloon piano song played overhead as PCW’s Texas Tim burst through the curtain with an old Colt in each hand that shot quick-burning pyrotechnics over the heads of the faithful. Here, one has to question the understanding the brass lacks of liability, but a good time was being had by all.
In the ring, Kodiak watched the excitement play out with wide eyes. Buddy leaned in the corner, this couldn’t end any sooner. His sense of urgency heightened, he grabbed the ear of the referee as the cowboy drew closer to ringside.
Of course, Ty Little didn’t intend on allowing Texas Tim to enter the ring with the firework-arms, but now that Buddy was stamping on his every nerve, the official had his moment toying with the situation. Meanwhile, at the commentary desk, Jerry Andrews helped Texas Tim sign the waiver and promised to secure his weapons of mass excitement until the match was over.
The whole time, Kodiak watched, completely starstruck. I mean, this was Texas Tim coming to the ring to face him in his first match at Living a Legacy! It was spelled out in calligraphy all... the... way... across the tops of his cheeks.
Jerry Andrews: Any idea who that is, ...pardner?
Ace Anderson: Not a clue.
Texas Tim collected half of the cash from Ty Little before the referee explained the rules and checked his boots. Texas Tim stared across the ring and his face, though he tried his best to hide it, screamed something best described as the doom on the broad’s face when she trips over her own feet to put herself in danger running from the Lifetime maniac… but here he is.
And, when the official reminded him of the remaining money, dollar signs danced in the cowboy’s eyes and he started limbering up.
Buddy exited the ring as Kodiak met the referee in the center. Tim was out next, like any Texas gentleman, extending a handshake to his opponent. Much to Buddy’s chagrin, of course Kodiak shook. It was a nice gesture by his opponent and the big guy beamed with appreciation.
Until the referee called for the bell.
Texas Tim did all he could to duck and dodge the huge tree trunk arms, swinging to grab him or knock him down. Kodiak chased from corner to corner as Tim broke off and crossed the ring four more times in different directions.
“Stop chasing him,” Buddy shouted from ringside.
Kodiak stopped in the center of the ring, yet it still appeared he was pressuring Tim against the ropes. The boy is massive, especially when he raised his arms to each side and belted out a roar that rattled the front row chairs that the faithful stood in front of.
KO-DI-AK!
Tim closed in and locked up, collar and elbow quickly transitioned and he cinched Kodiak’s head in a side headlock. Kodiak stood up and Tim held on, only to be dropped hard to the mat with a back suplex. Kodiak hooked the leg!
One… Tim kicked his cowboy boot atop the bottom rope to stop the count.
“Make him come to you!”
Both men stood up, Kodiak in the center of the ring while Tim used the ropes nearest the entrance to get up. Closing in, Tim used a quick front kick to double Kodiak over, and then he punched Kodiak in the side of the head. Once, twice and then he whipped… Kodiak reversed and Tim was launched across the ring. Off the ropes, Tim ducked a wild standing lariat and then they each came from opposite sides of the ring, and, luckily for Tim, the cowboy ducked a mean running clothesline.
“Strike and Squeeze!”
Kodiak stopped on a dime, turned to catch Tim returning from the ropes, and stun-gunned the cowboy across the top rope behind them. Kodiak bumped the ring loud but was right back up. Tim clutched his throat and gasped for air as Kodiak stalked behind him.
Ace Anderson: Kidney shot!
Jerry Andrews: And another!
From behind, Kodiak wrapped his arms around Tim’s waist, lifted and squeezed.
“Listen up, Jerry, that is the Kodiak Crusher and it’s going to bring an end to PCW as you and all of these people know it.”
Jerry Andrews: If you say so, Buddy.
Every time Ty Little asked Texas Tim to submit, the cowboy yelled out an adamant ‘NO!’ at the top of his lungs.
Ace Andrews: Look at that, Jerry, he’s going to pop this cowboy’s eyes out!
Every time Texas Tim yelled out, Kodiak constricted his arms tighter. And, right about the time that Texas Tim went completely limp, Ty Little dropped the cowboy’s arm a third time and called for an end to this match.
Kodiak released the grip and Texas Tim crumpled to the canvas.
While the referee raised Kodiak’s hand in victory, Buddy quickly dove into the ring and retrieved the six-hundred from the official’s pocket. Buddy applauded Kodiak’s victory too, but quickly turned the cheers of the crowd to boos, taking back the six hundred from a lifeless Texas Tim as he was tended to by medical.
On their exit, Buddy counted all twelve bills in huge, exaggerated fashion before rolling them up and stuffing them in his jacket.
At the top of the ramp, Buddy stopped to face the raging crowd one last moment, he gestured the camera closer, to raise his index finger and mouth the words, “There’s one.”
Ace Anderson: Wait a minute, Jerry. What is going on here?
With the entire crowd amped-up for the prestigious tenth Icemann Invitational Tournament, on a night that will also feature two big-time championship matches, the arrival of one Buddy Winchester was hardly the starting point the faithful were awaiting. Cheers of anticipation became mixed with loud boos as he stepped out onto the stage in a suit and tie. According to his face, he didn’t quite share the same excitement or thrill of the moment and didn’t seem to mind the jeers.
Then, a collective gasp brought an abrupt hush to the crowd. Buddy hadn’t killed the heat, in fact, they were only brought closer to the edge of their seats as a gigantic, young man joined him atop the ramp.
A red and white singlet that clung to shoulders every bit of sixty inches across was topped with amateur wrestling headgear.
While Buddy paid them no mind, the massive wrestler following him slapped hands and bumped fists with the fans along the ramp. A bright white smile and rosy cheeks lit up the PCW Arena as the two closed in on the ring.
At ringside, Buddy went up the steps while his large companion stepped right up onto the apron to wipe his boots and then sit on the middle rope. Buddy entered the ring with the bear of a boy right behind him. After a quick huddle in the far corner, Buddy stepped out into the center, reached into his jacket and retrieved a microphone.
Buddy Winchester: My name is Buddy Winchester and, well, how many of you were expecting to see Kyle Shane take on Grimm in the opening match here tonight?
Cheap heat, effective. Now, he had them all cheering and chanting.
And he allowed it.
For a minute, but how sour the mood will change when you tell thousands of people or just one for that matter...
Buddy Winchester: Nope!
He held his free hand up, eventually calming them to a simmer.
Buddy Winchester: See, they are two former World Champions, both highly decorated before and since their reigns; in fact, I think there is what, one title Grimm has never carried? Am I right? I guess I’ll have to look into that, but one of these guys may possibly challenge for the World Championship ...again. So, hear me out, neither Grimm nor Kyle Shane are an opening act. Sorry, but not sorry, you are all going to have to wait for that.
More boos than cheers, but he was losing them a bit and maybe he intended it that way.
Buddy Winchester: Oh, stop, come on; as you can see, that’s not all I brought.
Glancing at the giant in the corner, Buddy had to quickly turn away to roll his eyes up into his skull -the boy was seriously raising both beefy arms high above his head for their admiration. Buddy drew a deep breath, every tool he had discussed with his counselor for times like this flew out of his ear, and he turned to what he knows best.
Buddy Winchester: This is “Kodiak” Hunter Benjamin and right now, everyone that you will see come through that curtain tonight, are all in the back trembling as they lace up their boots. They are locked on the closest monitor or glued to the live stream on their phones and they are looking at... the bear killer.
Pumping his meat mullets high above his head with the cadence of the crowd’s stomping, boom-boom-boom, Kodiak led the standing mob as they chanted his name.
Buddy had no choice but to standby. He wouldn’t be over-talking the faithful, but a few moments later, he too shoved his free hand high above his head.
And it was stuffed with cash.
Buddy Winchester: I have an opening act for you.
They quickly quieted with Buddy standing in the center of the ring holding a dozen hundred-dollar bills in the air.
Buddy Winchester: In fact, I have an open challenge for you or, again, anyone in the building, but unfortunately, if you are already in a match tonight, you are not allowed to come out here.
The faithful did not like that, but they are bloodthirsty heathens, what do they know of liability.
Buddy Winchester: Hey, now, hear me out, these aren’t my rules, you know.
That didn’t help, not immediately anyway.
Buddy Winchester: Here’s the deal, this is Living a Legacy TWELVE!
There we go, back to the cheap heat.
Buddy Winchester: It just so happens that I have twelve hundred dollars in my hand and, if you are a trained professional wrestler ...not already booked tonight... and you would like to make some cash, come to the ring and beat Kodiak.
E-X-P-L-O-S-I-O-N of cheers.
Buddy Winchester: I mean, sign the waiver with Jerry over there first, and then, well, if you can defeat Kodiak, I will give you twelve hundred dollars.
The cameras pan the crowd, people were still filing into the arena from the corridors. They swapped their money after waiting in long lines at the concessions and they swiped their cards in the lobby box office as they continued to make their way into the event.
Buddy Winchester: This is Living a Legacy where wrestling truly…
Rubbing the cash tightly between his thumb and fingers, Buddy had the crowd on their feet.
Buddy Winchester: ...has class. Come on, now. Surely, there must be someone in the back or, maybe, to your left or across the aisle… let’s look around.
Leaning over the ropes, Buddy yells down at the desk.
Buddy Winchester: Ace, do you want to make a quick buck? No?
Buddy shrugged as he returned to the center of the ring.
Buddy Winchester: Okay, just for coming down here, I will give you half. That is six hundred dollars just for coming to the ring ...signing the waiver ...and agreeing to try to beat Kodiak for the rest.
Counting out the bills, Buddy stuffed half of the wad in referee Ty Little’s shirt pocket and handed the official the remainder with some stern direction.
Buddy Winchester: So, as a former wrestling star-maker, I am privy to the fact that six-hundred-dollars is a great payout for an exhibition ...and I am offering twelve; that is if you can beat my...
KO-DI-AK!
If his momma was watching the sunset in South Dakota, which she probably was, she could hear the faithful chanting for her Cubby Bear.
LOUD!
Buddy Winchester: Somebody out there wants it…
“YEE! HAW!”
And, someone did. An old saloon piano song played overhead as PCW’s Texas Tim burst through the curtain with an old Colt in each hand that shot quick-burning pyrotechnics over the heads of the faithful. Here, one has to question the understanding the brass lacks of liability, but a good time was being had by all.
In the ring, Kodiak watched the excitement play out with wide eyes. Buddy leaned in the corner, this couldn’t end any sooner. His sense of urgency heightened, he grabbed the ear of the referee as the cowboy drew closer to ringside.
Of course, Ty Little didn’t intend on allowing Texas Tim to enter the ring with the firework-arms, but now that Buddy was stamping on his every nerve, the official had his moment toying with the situation. Meanwhile, at the commentary desk, Jerry Andrews helped Texas Tim sign the waiver and promised to secure his weapons of mass excitement until the match was over.
The whole time, Kodiak watched, completely starstruck. I mean, this was Texas Tim coming to the ring to face him in his first match at Living a Legacy! It was spelled out in calligraphy all... the... way... across the tops of his cheeks.
Jerry Andrews: Any idea who that is, ...pardner?
Ace Anderson: Not a clue.
Texas Tim collected half of the cash from Ty Little before the referee explained the rules and checked his boots. Texas Tim stared across the ring and his face, though he tried his best to hide it, screamed something best described as the doom on the broad’s face when she trips over her own feet to put herself in danger running from the Lifetime maniac… but here he is.
And, when the official reminded him of the remaining money, dollar signs danced in the cowboy’s eyes and he started limbering up.
Buddy exited the ring as Kodiak met the referee in the center. Tim was out next, like any Texas gentleman, extending a handshake to his opponent. Much to Buddy’s chagrin, of course Kodiak shook. It was a nice gesture by his opponent and the big guy beamed with appreciation.
Until the referee called for the bell.
Texas Tim did all he could to duck and dodge the huge tree trunk arms, swinging to grab him or knock him down. Kodiak chased from corner to corner as Tim broke off and crossed the ring four more times in different directions.
“Stop chasing him,” Buddy shouted from ringside.
Kodiak stopped in the center of the ring, yet it still appeared he was pressuring Tim against the ropes. The boy is massive, especially when he raised his arms to each side and belted out a roar that rattled the front row chairs that the faithful stood in front of.
KO-DI-AK!
Tim closed in and locked up, collar and elbow quickly transitioned and he cinched Kodiak’s head in a side headlock. Kodiak stood up and Tim held on, only to be dropped hard to the mat with a back suplex. Kodiak hooked the leg!
One… Tim kicked his cowboy boot atop the bottom rope to stop the count.
“Make him come to you!”
Both men stood up, Kodiak in the center of the ring while Tim used the ropes nearest the entrance to get up. Closing in, Tim used a quick front kick to double Kodiak over, and then he punched Kodiak in the side of the head. Once, twice and then he whipped… Kodiak reversed and Tim was launched across the ring. Off the ropes, Tim ducked a wild standing lariat and then they each came from opposite sides of the ring, and, luckily for Tim, the cowboy ducked a mean running clothesline.
“Strike and Squeeze!”
Kodiak stopped on a dime, turned to catch Tim returning from the ropes, and stun-gunned the cowboy across the top rope behind them. Kodiak bumped the ring loud but was right back up. Tim clutched his throat and gasped for air as Kodiak stalked behind him.
Ace Anderson: Kidney shot!
Jerry Andrews: And another!
From behind, Kodiak wrapped his arms around Tim’s waist, lifted and squeezed.
“Listen up, Jerry, that is the Kodiak Crusher and it’s going to bring an end to PCW as you and all of these people know it.”
Jerry Andrews: If you say so, Buddy.
Every time Ty Little asked Texas Tim to submit, the cowboy yelled out an adamant ‘NO!’ at the top of his lungs.
Ace Andrews: Look at that, Jerry, he’s going to pop this cowboy’s eyes out!
Every time Texas Tim yelled out, Kodiak constricted his arms tighter. And, right about the time that Texas Tim went completely limp, Ty Little dropped the cowboy’s arm a third time and called for an end to this match.
Kodiak released the grip and Texas Tim crumpled to the canvas.
While the referee raised Kodiak’s hand in victory, Buddy quickly dove into the ring and retrieved the six-hundred from the official’s pocket. Buddy applauded Kodiak’s victory too, but quickly turned the cheers of the crowd to boos, taking back the six hundred from a lifeless Texas Tim as he was tended to by medical.
On their exit, Buddy counted all twelve bills in huge, exaggerated fashion before rolling them up and stuffing them in his jacket.
At the top of the ramp, Buddy stopped to face the raging crowd one last moment, he gestured the camera closer, to raise his index finger and mouth the words, “There’s one.”