Synchronicity's Face/Off - Official Smack Talk Thread

[bazzypants]

This is so good! Very enjoyable read Gwad.

[bjornmma1]

I am glad that he accepted the flowers.

[robin10]

Bjorn mate, you should have taken em home brother, Did you see his plane? He probably eats through plates made out of solid flower petals. Bro, you just wasted your time, standing out there for so long. If you brought em home, then you could have at least sold it at a fair price.

But Gwad, top job dude, very enjoyable to read.

[rjs2442]

This is what we need more of for sure, outstanding work gwad keep it coming!

[gwad12345]

Announcement from Synchronicity President of Publishing

 

G Wad

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Thank you all for the positive feedback and words of encouragement. I, G Wad, will be spending this week putting my well-honed investigatory journalism skills to use as I delve into the mysteries surrounding the title fight of Syn’s upcoming card: Syn 691 Dog vs Rockwell.

Stay tuned.

[TJMitchell]

This months supply of Aspire-SYN Champ shirts has been sent out

[AlexManiatakos]

Synchronicity and Aspire Clothing are proud to announce the introduction of the Syn Manager of the Month Award !

 

Every month, Syn and Aspire Clothing will be rewarding the manager who had the most impressive wins and perfomances with the ''Syn Manager of the Month Award'' !

The prize is going to be 50 thousand dollars ,directly to the winner's account plus a Syn Manager of the Month badge (work in progress) and a unique Syn Manager of the Month T-Shirt designed by Aspire !

 

 

The winner for May will be announced one day before our next event ! There are 2 managers that deserve it the most for last month and our commitee will vote on it !

 

Cheers !

[gwad12345]

SYN 691 Dog vs Rockwell - Preview

 

G Wad sits down in his den after a long day to enjoy an after-dinner whiskey.

 

He looks out across the picturesque skyline at a dark and rainy Montreal evening.

 

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Little can he comprehend the web of lies, deceit, conspiracies his next journey will unravel.

 

The phone rings. G Wad answers.

 

A high-pitched, whiny voice on the other end asks, reluctantly, “Is this Mr. G Wad?”

 

“Yes”.

 

“Hold please for Alex…” the voice on the other end of the line begins, cracking halfway through.

 

“… Alex Maniatakos” the voice continues.

 

“Oh, OK” replies G Wad.

 

G Wad knows the voice. He just can’t quite put his finger on it. Then it hits him.

 

“Hold on. Bjorn? Is that you”.

 

“Hello, yes.” replies the voice on the other end after a short pause.

 

“Oh, OK” replies G Wad again, cursing his curious nature for creating this awkward encounter. “Uhh, how is everything?” G Wad asks, in an effort to be polite.

 

Without missing a beat, Bjorn blurts out “Too much caffeine in my coffee this morning Mr. G Wad”.

 

“I see” says G Wad, in a pathetic attempt to expand his conversational repertoire.

 

“The acid is causing immense discomfort in my abdomen. I will never trust the barista at Burger King again!” says Bjorn, his voice rising towards the end until it cracks.

 

G Wad moves the receiver away from his ear. He’s heard all he can stand. He wonders what sort of operation he’s joined. He questions the life decisions that have brought him to this situation. He takes another look at the skyline. The lights have lost their glow, the streets seem emptier. Mount Royal itself has lost its charm.

 

G Wad sighs.

 

“Look, Bjorn. Alex is waiting to speak to me, right?” asks G Wad in a trying tone, moving the receiver back to his face.

 

“Oh. Yes, yes of course. Can’t keep the boss waiting. Ha ha!” replies Bjorn. “Putting you through now”.

 

G Wad smiles a fatherly smile. He pats himself on the back for finding a way out of that uncomfortable situation without treading on anyone’s toes.

 

“G Wad! My President of Publishing! How the hell are you?” asks a booming voice on the other end of the line. Finally, G Wad is speaking with Syn owner Alex M.

 

“The public loves you G Wad. Keep writing more of that gold” says Alex. “At this rate we may as well give up this fight business and concentrate all our efforts in the media industry, haha! I’m kidding, of course. But I would like to knock those smug bastards at the Tycoon Times off their pedestal.”

 

“Truly a man of ambition” G Wad thinks to himself.

 

“Anyway G Wad, we’re both busy men, let’s talk about this Saturday’s card.”

 

“I’m all ears”.

 

“I need you to get to the bottom of all this. Something’s fishy and I just can’t place my finger on it” says Alex.

 

G Wad’s intrigued. “What do you mean?” he asks.

 

“I’m talking title fight – Junkyard Dog vs. Elliot Rockwell” says Alex. “First off, who is Taina Valkoinen? He’s a phantom that’s who he is” continues Alex, answering himself. “I’ve never met the man. He manages my 185 champ but he’s the only manager at Syn I haven’t had a face-to-face with”.

 

“Interesting” says G Wad, stroking his beard.

 

“I’ll say” says Alex with a grunt. “I always send his contracts to an unmarked post office box in Vantaa and they come back, exactly one week later, signed and reeking of herring”.

 

“I’ll see what I can dig up” says G Wad, shuddering at the thought of returning to Finland but concealing his trepidation over the phone.

 

“That’s what I like to hear” says Alex. “And that brings us to the manager of Elliot Rockwell, one Marcus Crassus.”

 

G Wad is familiar with Marcus Crassus. Crassus is a long-time vet and one-time colorful character.

 

“Nothing mysterious about Crassus, surely” says G Wad incredulously, “he’s a well-known, public figure”.

 

“Now that’s what I’m hoping you can investigate G Wad” says Alex, now in a hushed tone. “Call me crazy, call me paranoid, but I have this sneaking suspicion…” [dead air]

 

“Alex? Hello?” asks G Wad. But the line has gone dead.

 

Nothing but a dial tone.

 

G Wad waits for a return call. He waits and waits, sipping on fine single-malt whisky. But no call.

 

Eventually G Wad tries to call. The line’s been disconnected.

 

He contemplates for a moment and reluctantly decides he should try to call Syn recruiter/secretary Bjorn. He dials, but, perhaps mercifully, there is no answer.

 

G Wad, slightly relieved but nonetheless concerned by the incident, sits back to ponder the events of the night.

 

 

 

////////// THE NEXT MORNING //////////

 

 

 

G Wad still can’t establish communication with Syn hierarchy. He’s not sure what’s going on but his instincts tell him to pursue the leads Alex gave him.

 

A night of rest has done little to dampen G Wad’s burning desire to stay no less than 1,000 leagues away from Finland. Loyal readers will remember the trauma G Wad suffered at the hands of the sauna and death metal enthusiasts who plague that frozen wasteland.

 

After careful consideration, G Wad takes an executive decision to deputize the tracking down of Taina. He feels confident that Alex, though currently incommunicado, would approve of the decision. Besides, that will allow him to concentrate fully on Crassus.

 

G Wad calls up an old friend. He’s a writer himself, and someone G Wad knows he can count on. The two men made each other famous in the good ol’ days.

 

“Rockmeteller Todd, the one and only” says G Wad, the name rolling off his tongue with delight “How are you buddy?”

 

Rockmeteller Todd

 

G Wad and Todd proceed to catch up, discuss retirement, philosophize. Eventually G Wad broaches the subject at hand.

 

“I was hoping you could help me out with a job” says G Wad.

 

“Anything for you G Wad. Anything” Todd responds.

 

“I could use your help to track down a man. They call him a phantom. I need you to do a little sleuthing for me…” <this is the part that G Wad has been dreading> “…in Finland”.

 

A long pause.

 

“Rocky?”

 

“Well I guess it’s too late to say no, haha” Todd laughs. Todd is clearly trying to exercise levity but G Wad can perceive the touch of regret in his voice.

 

“Look, I’ll understand if…” begins G Wad.

 

“No, no. I’ll do it” says Todd, firmly.

 

The man truly is a scholar and a saint.

 

G Wad explains the task...

 

 

Stay tuned for updates

[gwad12345]

//////// 3 DAYS LATER //////////

 

Todd’s daily updates from Finland are getting progressively more dire.

 

Dealing with an elusive phantom, the last thing Todd wanted was to blow his cover. But the frustration was becoming increasingly palpable. Hard to gather intelligence discreetly it is among a population whose chief social characteristic is a lack of verbal interaction.

 

As much as Todd hated it, he knew he had to spend time in the one place every Finn let’s their guard down. Unfortunately for Todd, in that setting, the metaphorical “guard” is not the only thing to be let down. This is the place where all Finns come to shed their outer crusts. From heavy down jacket to inner jacket, from winder breaker to turtleneck all the way down to long underwear. All layers of protection a Finn outfits himself with to cope with the inhospitable conditions of the tundra are shed in the sauna.

 

 

Todd suffered through the sight of innumerable pale and podgy Finnish buttocks in his intelligence gathering operation, all the while cursing the name G Wad.

 

On the third day, after being discharged from the hospital for a severe case of dehydration, Todd received a tip from one of the informants he recruited in that sweaty hell, that Taina was spotted deep inside Lapland.

 

The trip turned into one big wild goose chase. The informant, a man who used to know a guy who ran in the same circles as Taina’s former assistant, turned out to be nothing more than a treacherous drunkard. He sold Todd to a Sami tribe north of the arctic circle for a bottle of fermented reindeer piss.

 

The spectacular specimen of a man that Todd is, he escaped almost instantly, of course. Still, he had to survive off of rancid reindeer meat and would have frozen to death had it not been for a benevolent Swedish trucker who passed by at the right time and returned Todd to civilization. Well, Helsinki, to be more precise.

 

It was that last note that put G Wad over the edge. G Wad, although busy as he was solving his own mystery, which we will get to later, felt extremely guilty after hearing Todd’s plight. He vowed to help him any way he could.

 

In an act of desperation, G Wad decides to do something rash. He calls up his recent Finnish acquaintance Marky Mark to beg for any and all information on Taina Valkoinen. G Wad pours himself a tall glass of scotch for courage and dials. Marky picks up.

 

“Please Marky, please. I’ve got a man on the inside. I just want to get him out. That’s all that’s important to me.”

 

“OK, OK” says Marky. “Calm down. What do you need to know?”

 

“Anything you can tell me about your compatriot, Taina Valkoinen” pleads G Wad. “Who is he? Can you put me in contact with him?”

 

“G Wad, Taina is a girl’s name”.

 

“The plot thickens” thinks G Wad.

 

“Hold on, that’s not the only interesting thing about that name” says Marky and asks “Do you know what Valkoinen means in Finnish?”

 

“No idea.”

 

“White.”

 

The glass of scotch in G Wad’s hand falls to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.

 

G Wad loses his balance, feels dizzy. Time screeches to a halt.

 

Marky starts to say something: “It’s… a… play… on…. Dana…” Each syllable takes an eternity to reach G Wad, but he’s no longer paying attention. He knows what Marky’s about to say. He can feel his heartbeat.

 

It’s all clear now. Taina Valkoinen is Dana White. Dana White is Taina Valkoinen.

 

[Original Dana White]

[Artistic rendition of Taina Valkoinen]

 

Diabolical. It’s so obvious, Dana White is using a Finnish persona to avoid unwanted contact and communication. Nobody talks to Finns. And they almost never talk to each other.

 

G Wad fumbles with his phone. Without thinking or speaking he ends the call with Marky and dials for Todd, beads of sweat dripping down his face.

 

“GET OUT OF THERE ROCKY, IT’S A F****** SETUP!” screams G Wad.

 

Todd takes the next flight from Helsinki back to the Bahamas, swearing he would never answer another call from G Wad again.

 

 

Up next: G Wad's visits the United Kingdom in search of Crassus

 

[gwad12345]

/////////// G WAD’S INVESTIGATION ////////////

 

We return to G Wad, still in Montreal. He has just convinced Todd to look for "Taina Valkoinen" in Finland.

 

 

Having just dispatched Todd to Helsinki, G Wad begins piecing together the second puzzle he was tasked with.

 

What at first glance appeared to be a simple open and shut case gets more confusing and stranger the further G Wad researches.

 

How could it be that a once proud manager join an alliance he was famous for taking the piss out of?

 

G Wad knows he’ll have to fly across the pond to sit down with the man himself.

 

G Wad touches down in Gatwick. He doesn’t want to draw too much attention to himself. He’s not sure who may be watching.

 

Wasting no time, G Wad heads straight to find Crassus.

 

G Wad approaches the ramshackle council estate in London’s seedy Barking and Dagenham borough where Crassus’ home/office/gym is located. Dodging two young chavs laughing and throwing rocks at each other, G Wad walks up to the main door and rings the bell for Crassus.

 

G Wad rings again. And again.

 

Finally a window opens on the second floor and a middle age woman with a face like a dog sticks her head out.

 

 

“What’s all this then? If e ain’t ome e ain’t ome!” she barks.

 

“My apologies ma’am” says G Wad, courteously, “I wonder if you could tell me if you’ve seen Marcus Crassus recently?”

 

“Who?”

 

“Crassus, Marcus Crassus”

 

“Never ‘eard of im”.

 

“Strange”, thinks G Wad. G Wad searches deep within the recesses of his memory for something that could jog this wretched woman’s memory.

 

“How about Steel? Peel Steel.”

 

The woman’s eye’s light up, she appears shaken. “No, no, no. There ain’t none ere by that name. I mean, I don’t know no one by that name. I mean…” she cries. “Now go away!”

 

As she starts to shut the window G Wad shouts “Please! You know him don’t you? Where is he? What happened to Peel Steel?!”

 

“Shhhhhh!” the woman exclaims. “Musn’t say that name. Never say that name”.

 

“Just tell me” says G Wad, calmly but firmly.

 

“OK, OK. I’ll tell you everything I know if you promise to leave”.

 

“Deal” says G Wad.

 

A short pause. The woman glances to her left and right and then stares dead into G Wad’s eyes before uttering:

 

“Follow the red dwarf”.

 

The window slams shut.

 

G Wad remains in place, staring at the window, thinking about what it all means.

 

After 5 minutes deep in thought, G Wad turns to walk out of the estate, eluding two mature chavs laughing and playing with knives.

 

 

///

 

 

G Wad spends the rest of the day strolling the streets of London, looking for something, anything that might be a clue. No luck.

 

Over the next two days, G Wad keeps his ears to the ground and his eyes on the horizon.

 

Despite two false alarms caused by garden gnomes with red hats, G Wad remains in good spirits.

 

Every day he tries to call Alex. Every other day he tries to call Bjorn. But no success.

 

On the third day, after helping extricate Todd from his predicament in Finland, luck strikes.

 

As he has for the past three days, G Wad is tirelessly scanning the streets of London’s sketchiest boroughs.

 

Coming out of the door of an unmarked building, G Wad spots something. A tiny, ginger man, locked in arm with a normal-sized man who G Wad can tell, even from 20 yards away – and outdoors – smells of lutefisk.

 

The two men hop on a moped – lutefisk in front, tiny man in back – and ride off.

 

G Wad thinks for a minute. It may not be much to go on but after three days of no luck, G Wad recognizes this may be his last chance –Syn 691 is just days away!

 

He pursues.

 

He follows the two men to a decrepit warehouse on the outskirts of London.

 

G Wad creeps stealthily, following the two as they approach a large door on the side of the warehouse and prepare to enter.

 

Disaster strikes. G Wad’s phone rings. The noise sets the two men off.

 

“Go! Go!” squeals the tiny man angrily.

 

“How did they find us? Could it be him?” says the lutefisk enthusiast.

 

“Let’s just get out of here, forget about the package!” shrieks the tiny man.

 

The men jump back on their moped. G Wad knows he can’t get back to his car, which is parked a safe distance away, and he won’t be able to maintain the chase.

 

Instead he opts to snoop around the warehouse. First, he checks his phone to see who called.

 

It was Alex M. Finally. G Wad decides to call back after completing his search.

 

At first, he finds nothing incriminating.

 

But why were the men so spooked? What did they mean by “forget the package”?

 

Then, as G Wad is completing his second sweep of the premises, he hears muffled noises. The noises seem to be coming from behind a large bookcase teeming with urolagnia-themed pornographic magazines.

 

Pushing the bookcase to the side, G Wad finds a door. The muffled noises grow louder.

 

G Wad kicks open the door with urgency.

 

On a chair in the center of room he sees a man, bound, blindfolded and gagged, with only a bedsheet covering his body.

 

G Wad dashes over, removes the blindfold and gag and binds.

 

“It’s me, Peel Steel! They, they… they took me… dressed me in this toga… homoerotic fantasies…” cries Peel Steel AKA Marcus Crassus, before crumpling into a whimpering heap.

 

G Wad contemplates asking Peel the who, what, when and whys behind the circumstances but ultimately recognizes it’s no use. Not another intelligible syllable would be uttered.

 

G Wad calls the police. This man is clearly in severe need of rehabilitation.

 

 

///

 

 

After giving his statement to the authorities, G Wad steps out and lights a cigarette.

 

No, he had not been successful in his original mission to procure interviews with the managers of the Syn 691 headliners. What started as a simple event preview for the greatest fight organization in the history of the world turned into a winding tale of lies and conspiracies, raising more questions than answers.

 

Who, or what, was the red dwarf? Why is he so angry? And short?

 

Police composite sketch of the Red Dwarf

 

How and why were communications between G Wad and Syn severed for days?

 

G Wad wonders if the full facts will ever be revealed.

 

G Wad now calls Alex back.

 

“Alex! Good to finally reach you!” says G Wad. “Have I got a story for you!”

 

<FIN>

[gwad12345]

SYN 691: Dog vs. Rockwell Fight Breakdowns

 

 

Junkyard Dog vs. Elliot Rockwell

In the headliner, the title fight of Syn 691, we have a classic matchup between crafty veteran Junkyard Dog and up and comer Elliot Rockwell. These middleweights are two of the baddest in the business. On a good night, Dog can’t be beaten. Dog had a good night two months ago against Rockwell, finishing via guillotine at the end of round 3. Rockwell, your striking is world class, there’s no denying that. But what about your grappling? What’s that purple loin cloth hanging around your waist? G Wad notices that both of Rockwell’s two most recent losses have come against grapplers. At the upper echelons of MMATycoon, G Wad says never bet on the grappler, but G Wad is going to have to break that rule.

Prediction: Junkyard Dog by Submission (Triangle)

 

Manny Puno vs. Nick Shamrock

Vengeance match in the 145lb division asBradley Burns’ Manny Puno seeks to give Louis Princip’s Nick Shamrock a taste of his own medicine. Shamrock delivered Puno his first ever KO loss in stunning fashion 3 months prior. Shamrock has had a truly legendary career but now, in what must be an altogether strange experience, he finds himself beltless coming off a loss to a black white supremacist from Team Alpha Midget. Will the GNPer Puno be able to impose his will on the fight and send Shamrock’s Ls into double Ds? G Wad thinks yes. G Wad doesn’t believe Burns, or either manager for that matter, will be dumb enough to send their boys in without full energy *again*. More energy favors Puno. Puno wins.

Prediction: Manny Puno by Decision (Unanimous)

 

Frank Stein vs. Arthur Pendragon

G Wad feels David Septim’s decision to forsake the Elder Scrolls franchise for fighter recruitment has done him serious harm, as demonstrated last week with Will Rock. Nevertheless, Septim has a chance to redeem himself this week as he once again faces a fighter from the camp of Harry Bagofdonuts. Stein has impressive power but G Wad’s not sure if he’ll be able to deal with the versatile Arthur Pendragon. On paper, Pendragon has all the tools to compete with the best; granite chin, great power, but he hasn’t been able to break through against elite fighters – yet. Can Stein prove himself to be more than just a stinking N’Wah like his compatriot Will Rock? Afraid not, says G Wad.

Prediction: Arthur Pendragon by TKO (Strikes) in R2

 

Blake Green vs. Gareth Keenan

Back to the midget divisions we go as tiny Blake Green takes on string-bean Gareth Keenan. Green, one of the foremost decisionators in the game, will once again be keen to decision the absolute hell out of Keenan, who was soundly decisioned in the two fighters’ last outing. These fighters have hit #1 and #3 respectively in their decorated careers, which must surely be their twilight years. G Wad believes Keenan’s legendary manager Lance Templeton will find a way to correct past mistakes against Silent Bob’s Green en route to a resounding finish. G Wad jokes. This one will be up to the judges.

Prediction: Gareth Keenan by Decision (Split)

 

Rhymin Slayin vs. Johnny Cocaine

Two of the best and coolest Alliances go head to head in this LHW matchup. Stef Powers’ Rhymin Slayin will look to put the hurt on all around nice guy drug dealer Johnny Cocaine, managed by the Pope of Hype himself, Ryan Epicity. Cocaine is just an all-around stand-up guy both inside the ring and out so G Wad expects to see a hard fought brawl between these guys. Sporting dangerous knees and an indecipherable left titty tatoo, Slayin will feel he has the advantage in the clinch but G Wad sees the advantage of Cocaine at distance supplying the victory.

Prediction: Johnny Cocaine by Decision (Unanimous)

 

Jackson Portis vs. Cayden Cadman

Right in the meat of the card we find another Stepdads’ champion, Jackson Portis, managed by Jordan Smith, face off against Cayden Cadman, managed by Kdsofkds Fodskfods (G Wad hopes he pronounced that correctly, his Catalan is rusty). Two relative newcomers to Syn, both have found some level of success in their combined three fights at the org so far but remain untested. This fight will separate the men from the boys and be a good stepping-stone for the winner moving forward. Cayden has shown good power, but G Wad worries about his chin. Look for Jackson to reshape it.

Prediction: Jackson Portis by KO (Punch) in R2

 

Matt Lethal vs. John Ruth

G Wad finds himself out of his elements analyzing this fight. The unfamiliarity of the fighters, their managers and their lack of alliance affiliation leaves him grasping at straws. G Wad for once may be reduced to cold, calculated, unbiased research. We see John Ruth, managed by Cue Dini, face off in this middleweight bout against Matt Lethal, managed by Ssj Taz. That is an established fact. Neither fighter has ever been knocked out. Another fact. Who will win? Fact not yet establisged but G Wad leans toward Matt lethal. More experience on the part of both manager and fighter.

Prediction: Mat Lethal by Decision (Unanimous)

 

Murzol Gr Ulfimph vs. Vang Poulsen

Now this is more like it! David Septim returns to his Morrowind roots to put a featherweight daedric-worshipping Orc named Murzol Gro Ulfimph in the ring against Frank Abbott’s Vang Poulsen. Consistency has been the bain of both fighters’ existence in recent years. Can one of the fighters turn it around? Ulfimph still has prime years ahead of him while G Wad is concerned with Poulsen’s skill deficiency at the mature but not elderly age of 33. Can he really hang with the big boys? G Wad thinks not.

Prediction: Murzol Gro Ulfimph by Decision (Unanimous)

 

Alexander Pichushkin vs. Blue Cup

Our next fight features two fighters on the bottom rung of Syn’s middleweight division, Alexander Pichushkin, managed by Jo Blue versus Blue Cup, managed by Rabid Wolf. Someone please tell the Russian, Pichushkin, to change his clothes? He stinks of sweat and borsht, which has understandably put him in quite the funk. That may give the edge to Blue Cup, however Cup has been plagued by serious chin issues throughout his career so perhaps it’s a wash. Laundry. Pichushkin’s dirty clothes. There’s a joke in there somewhere but it’s time for G Wad to move on.

Prediction: Blue Cup by KO (Punch) in R1

 

Alejandro Sepulveda vs. Mini Stipe

Our old friend Ssj Taz makes an appearance for the second time in G Wad’s career as his fighter Mini Stipe takes on Dave Ashbourne’s Alejandro Sepulveda. Mini Stipe has bounced around from manager to manager more than a patriotic kangaroo on Anzac Day. We’ll try not to hold that against him. The two 39-year-old featherweights are both well-versed in all aspects of MMA and G Wad would not be surprised to see this fight decided on the ground. One wildcard is the less than reliable chin of Alejandro. Final thoughts? Someone has to win and that someone will be the Chilean, Alejandro.

Prediction: Alejandro Sepulveda by Decision (Unanimous)

[gwad12345]

!! UPDATE ALERT !!

 

Chapter 2 of the Syn 691 saga has been entered above: http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=869&p=916293

 

If you missed part 1 (read it first): http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=869&p=916291

 

Final part of the story to be released tomorrow along with fight by fight breakdowns.

[BigDGuru]

Hello fight fans! It is time for our weekly fighter spotlight...this week we will showcase none other than "Masta Killa" Elgin Turner!!! Enjoy!

The "Masta Killa" Elgin Turner is a natural born champion. It was just four fights into his career when he won his first title. He holds a record of 26-8-1, with 14 of his 35 fights having a title on the line. The guy is a champion through and through. "Masta Killa" Elgin Turner has held a belt in four different organizations. His run here in Synchronicity is by far his most impressive as it is against some of the world's top competition. President Alex Maniatakos had this to say, “The man is a beast, in and out of the cage. I have spent months with him in Hilo, enjoying the land and hanging on the beach. I always thought they called Elgin the “Masta Killa” for his lethal work in the cage; turns out this man is an expert fisherman. He does not use a rod or a snorkel, he literally took off from the beach, and then disappeared under the water for 5 minutes!!! Finally, Elgin popped up with a 200lb bluefin tuna… it was intense, trust me, seeing one of your top fighters under the water for 5 minutes was gut wrenching...really good times out there, we love having him in the Synchronicity family, and we cannot wait to see him defend his 155lb belt!”

President Alex is always good for a story or two about his top fighters. After working for him these past months one of the many things I have learned is that his fight roster is quite the eclectic group of warriors. The Masta Killa fits right in.

The Masta Killa’s run here in Synchronicity has been career defining. He has battled with some of the world's top lightweights. He is in the midst of an epic war with Rudy Rhod. In March, Rudy defeated Elgin to claim the LW title, now in May, Elgin just beat Rudy to win it back…. Can someone smell a rematch..wait no that's my mom's meatloaf, but you get the point.

"Masta Killa" Elgin Turner is only 32 years old. He has a lot of time to keep building his legacy. We are all looking forward to the immediate future, as Elgin will have ample challengers for his belt 155lb. Long Term I see the "Masta Killa" fighting well into his 60’s. He will be taking on young bucks who think they are tough and exposing them as frauds. I stopped doubting this man after the 8th time I saw him hold his breath for over 6 minutes while free diving for tuna. He really is a Masta of Killing….

"Masta Killa" Elgin Turner, the man, the fighter...the KILLER

From the whole Synchronicity family, we are honored to watch your fights and wish you all the best.

As usual fight fans...FIGHT ON!!!!

[gwad12345]

!! UPDATE ALERT !!

PREVIEW NOW POSTED IN FULL

!! New: Chapter 3: G Wad finds Marcus Crassus: http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=869&p=916294

!! New: Full Syn 691 fight breakdowns: http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=869&p=916295

Previously:

Chapter 1: G Wad gets a call from Syn owner Alex M: http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=869&p=916291

Chapter 2: Rockmeteller Todd visits Finland: http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=869&p=916293

In order:

Chapter 1: http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=869&page=36&do=findComment&comment=916291

Chapter 2: http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=869&page=36&do=findComment&comment=916293

Chapter 3: http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=869&page=36&do=findComment&comment=916294

Fight Breakdowns: http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=869&page=36&do=findComment&comment=916295

[Rambo]

Red dwarf lmao...

 

Between that and homoerotic fantasies. Hahaha.

[AlexManiatakos]

@Gwad:Quentin Tarantino should hire you as one of his writers .Thats some top stuff hahaha . I am definitely underpaying you !

[AlexManiatakos]

And its time to announce the winner of May's ''Syn Manager of The Month Award'' !

 

We had two managers who really managed to impress this month.These two managers are Aylib and Mac Little.

We had a hard time to choose one of the two but the commitee voted and decided that Aylib is the winner of Syn's Manager of the Month award !

Aylib scored two impressive wins with his hot prospect ,Brayden Point. In his Syn debut , he beat Nick Shamrock ,a legend of the Featherweight division who was on a long win streak up to that fight and then proceeded on defeating another legend of the sport , Friedrich Alzheimer !!! Point and Aylib seem to be unstoppable at the moment !

 

@aylib: Congratulations and keep up the good job ! You shall receive 50K and the T-shirts within 24 hours !

[rjs2442]

Outstanding pick great work buddy keep Point rolling!

[bjornmma1]

Congrats Aylib.

I honestly found it superclose between you and Mac, but in the end my vote went to you because Point his age and the finishes at the lower weight. That does not take anything away though from Mac and his beast Ian Tower, who had a remarkable month as well to say the least.

[jjsquirrel]

Congrats Aylib, I'll wait for the next of the month after beating you with Glass Joe

[aylib]

Thank you for the honor.

[bjornmma1]

Post event - Syn 691 Dog vs Rockwell

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Date: 2020-06-06

City: Tokyo

Arena: Tokyo Bowl (93,607)

 

KO of the night: Jackson Portis

Sub of the night: Mini Stipe

Fight of the night: Jackson Portis vs Cayden Cadman

[gwad12345]

Legendary manager, Synchronicity President of Publishing and soon-to-be Pulitzer Prize winner G Wad calls an impromptu press conference.

G Wad

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Crowd: It’s him it’s him! G Wad, G Wad over here!

 

G Wad: Yes, you. Go.

 

Short reporter: Astonishing stuff you revealed last week. We’re all on the edge of our seats. Are there any updates on the story? You left us with quite the cliffhanger.

 

G Wad: That’s the nature of the business on occasions. I’m here to report. Not everything has a nice, pretty conclusion. Everyone here should know that.

 

Short reporter: But what of Marcus Crassus AKA Peel Steel? What is his condition?

 

G Wad: I’ve been kindly requested not to share his location and I aim to honor that. Suffice to say he is safe, finally. I’m afraid it will be a long road to rehabilitation and recovery. He thus far refuses to part with his toga.

 

Crowd: G Wad, Gwad!

 

G Wad: You, fire away.

 

Goth reporter: How do you respond to accusations that your Synchronicity “previews” are nothing more than thinly veiled attempts to spread anti-Finland propaganda?

 

G Wad: We all tell our own truths.

 

Goth reporter: OK. But what about your co-worker Bjorn, how does he feel about your writing?

 

G Wad: Bjorn and I have a great working relationship. Just today, I recommended him to a world-class gastroenterologist who treated my sickly grandmother years ago. By now I’m sure you all know about his unfortunate stomach condition. He was so thankful he could have shed a tear. In fact, he did. Although, to be fair, that may have been due to the lamb vindaloo he ate for lunch.

 

Fat Reporter: Will you be writing another column this week G Wad?

 

G Wad: Of course, the people demand it. Next.

 

Skinny reporter: Tell us more about your upcoming column!

 

G Wad: I will be visiting the Keyboard Warrior boys as Louie DePalma and Lucky Lefty compete in a clash of titles at Syn 692. It will be a fun one. Stay tuned.

[bazzypants]

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Welcome to a special edition of Chip Nickel Reports!

 

Ladies and gentlemen of the MMA Tycoon world, it is with immense sadness and fear that I bring you the breaking news that the great and fearsome (did I mention my fear of this guy?) Evil Nixon has announced his immediate retirement from the sport of fisticuffs.

 

After 61 fights, 48 win, 16 losses and 2 draws the final bell has rung on what can only be described as a true reign of terror. Nixon, like many others, started with a few amateur brawls (or quick fights if you will) and his heavy hands were noted early by manager Billy Arseworth. Although this was Arseworths first time managing an 18 year old homegrown talent he knew if he could keep Nixon’s belligerents and casual racism in check he had a talented fighter to work with.

 

This proved to be very much the case as Nixon kicked, punched, clawed and bribed his way to the Generation light heavyweight title just 14 fights into his career. A title he won in the MMA Tycoon BALCO era against Cingeto Ysengrin, who was managed by the notorious provider of juice Mr Wolf. Thus proving once and for all that a steroid fuelled monster body is no match for a flabby, pasty, riddled with phlebitis Republican body!

 

After Nixon’s title success in Generation and a brief, yet still successful, run in Evolution he went on to join legendary MMA Tycoon organisation Synchronicity. Little did he know at the time, but here he would achieve his greatest successes in what would be his final fighting destination.

 

From June 2017 to May 2020 Evil Nixon fought 39 times for SYN. This included 25 wins, 13 title wins or defences and 19 Ko’s. Brutal battles against the likes of Grigol Pandahammer, George Pedro, Tsoko Chikatchawan, Sotiris Kakoullis, Ja Wuan Robertson, Joey Kocur and Russell Tyrone Jones will live long in the memory for all of those without CTE and possibly won’t be in the memories at all of those with it.

 

At the ripe old age of 38 Nixon had one final shot at the SYN light heavyweight title against new kid on the block Just Whymer. This wasn’t to be the fairy tale ending everyone had hoped for (even Nixon was hoping for this, but he was at pains to add that in no way does he endorse those other fairies. You know the kind he means).

 

Now a few final words from Mr Nixon himself:

 

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“Much like my beloved country my equally beloved MMA is now infested with lousy beatniks and parasites. These probable commies will be the death of both our great nation and our great gladiators. Look at the current P4P #1 Latrobe Arundel. If this guy isn’t a bleeding-heart women’s lib, civil rights, Karl Marx sympathiser then I’m not EVIL MILHOUSE NIXON!!! No the games changed, and there’s nothing I hate more than change. Everyone is crying out for equal rights in the streets, equal rights for title shots, well Nixon isn’t equal to any man, he’s far superior! So with that said I’m announcing my immediate retirement from this beautiful bloody sport. I’m out, done, finished, gone the way of the damned Panda. They’re extinct by now I assume.”

 

Much like in Vietnam Evil Milhouse Nixon refused to see the writing on the wall and continued fighting on for much longer than he should have. But I guess everyone thinks they can land that one last bomb and taste sweet victory again.

 

God speed you Evil bastard and enjoy your new role as the Spiro Agnew to Billy Arseworth.

 

*for more low grade writing like this visit the official Chip Nickel Reports thread http://www.mmatycoon.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=64418

[stpierrecanada]

Legendary career. Great job Billy.