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S32 FIGHT NIGHT: WEEK 2</div>

Here we are, a week into the competition, and already we have 7 candidates for Fighter of the Year. This week brings in some new competitors and maybe a surprise or two in the rankings? Let's find out!

<div align="center">Game 39: Rage @ Wolfpack </div>
The Boston homers were out in big numbers to support their 2 time defending champion New England Wolfpack, and boy did it help! Not many folks expected the Rage to win this game, but god damn, you'd hope they'd put up the gloves and bit and score at least once. Things were getting out of hand late in the game, with the Wolfpack scoring their 5th unanswered goal of the game just before the halfway point of the 3rd, and someone needed to stand up for the team. Fortunately, this was exactly the moment one Wyatt Wølker needed for his own agenda.

You see, Wyatt's agent had a pretty illustrious job back in the day. As one of the SMJHL Commissioners, he commanded respect (sometimes) but also got pestered when anything went wrong in the SMJHL. After enough outbursts and an SHL Commissioner change, Wyatt's favor in the SMJHL HO was revoked with the replacement of the Commissioner to, guess who, Brandon Pomery's agent. In the first meeting of the season, Wyatt dodn;t need to prove anything with his fists, scoring his first goal of the season en route to a 4-2 win on home ice. But this was no longer the Big Apple, and Pomery was getting on his nerves.

"Hey, Pomery," he taunted, getting over the boards for the change, "maybe you should do something instead of let your teammates win those Cups for you." In this game, he wasn't wrong: Pomery had done jack, tallying one shot on goal and one blocked shot that happened by pure accident. "What's that? I can't hear you over the echo caused by my 2 Challenge Cups in my ears!" Pomery retorted, feeling closer and closer to the fight.

"Yeah? How about you tell that agent of yours that he's a shit commissioner?!" And with that, the game was on.

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The actual fisticuffs wouldn't last long, however, as Pomery's momentum was countered by Wyatt's aggression and both ended up on the ground in a tie.

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The refs did decide, however, that Wyatt was the instigator and threw him out of the game. With less than 5 minutes left in the game, both were escorted to their respective locker room. Nothing changed on the ice after the fight, but Wyatt's pride was restored, and Pomery played his part to protect the Wolfpack.
RESULT: Draw

<div align="center">Game 44: Wolfpack @ Stars </div>
The Boston Thugs would continue their "Friendship is Magic" storefront to Toronto to meet the North Stars for a second of 6. The first game ended with the Wolfpack on top 5-3 on home ice, and there were a few discontent folks on the Toronto benches. Having to always be the bridesmaid that catches the bouquet, never the bride to throw it, folks would normally get pretty upset over such a matter.

"I'm sick of this shit!" Sim Browski boomed at the end of the 2nd period, snapping his stick on his knee. "We're gonna let those Yankee assholes beat us again? No sir. Not today." From across the lockers, Mark Harter gave back a curt, "Shut up and sit down, you're barely a 3rd liner. Let Eriksson and Cunningham do the motivating, at least they're real hockey players."

Harter was right about one thing: they were hockey players. It would be Eriksson that brought things to within one goal. Now's my chance, Sim thought, to show that smug Harter I'm worth something on this team. I'll beat up their best defender, even get her agitated. Unfortunately, someone else beat him to the punch, as Kjell Eide won the faceoff in his own zone, saw the puck cross the blue line, and checked the hell out of Mia Landvik, who would have none of that.

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Suddenly, both are throwing everything they have at each other, and it's to no avail. While both may be relatively strong, it ends up being a draw on the floor to both sides.

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Well, dammit, thought Sim. I thought that'd be my fight for sure. But the crowd was soaring, and it only motivated the young 3rd liner more to get in the game and bust his way onto center stage, ignoring the hell of a beating Landvik and Eide put on each other.
RESULT: Draw

Browski was looking for someone to pick on, and found that someone just a minute and a half after the earlier fight. The opportunity opened up, as Tim Buckner laid a solid hit on tough guy Toki Wartooth. Never mind that Toki would end up with the puck and pass it on, but it was Sim's foolish glaring at Buckner that caused him to turn over the puck, and, to protect his protector, Sim leapt into action. It was Bucker and Browski in the same corner that the previous fight happened.

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Browski thought he had a good opponent, but Buckner kept the high road, pummeling on top of Browski's head. But Browski found his strength, and with one move, they were both on the ground, being separated by the refs, to a roar of cheers.

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Sim felt accomplished, but that feeling lasted only a few minutes. The game was back in New England's hands with ample time to rest from not one fight, but two. As Browski came on for a final shift toward the end of the game, it'd be his line that would give up the goal that put the Wolfpack up to the final score: 4-2.
RESULT: Draw

<div align="center">Game 46: Platoon @ Stampede </div>
There aren't that many players that enter the league with a chip on their shoulder like Steven Stamkos Jr. A star prospect, but a mouthy one, his stock dropped in S30, going a respectable 7th, but not for a "generational talent." Enter Pietra Volkova, aka #Bustkova. Top TPE earner. Generally liked around the league. A Russian Scarlet O'Hara, if you will. 1st Overall, one spot away from where Buffalo, Steven's team, was drafting. To have them on the same team would be dynamite. Now, on opposing teams, an unspoken rivalry was to unfold.

The game itself was a shocker, not by the closeness of the game, but who was blowing out whom. The Stampede hung 5 around the Platoon by well past the midway point of the 3rd period, and Volkova was obviously mad. She was supposed to be helping this team win, not losing to perennial basement team. Stamkos Jr. caught on, and targeted her. After losing the faceoff, Steven came up and started pushing. "Hey, Bustkova, where's your game? Maybe Pushkin wasted a pick on such an awful forward. Selich is the true 1st overall!"

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"NOPE! Nope, nope, nope..." Pietra half-muttered, half raged as she piled into Steven. ready to take out all her frustration. Unfortunately, Stamkos Jr. did have a size advantage on the small sniper, and started whaling on her.

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She couldn't beat him, and as she fell to the ice with him, the decision was clear: Stamkos Jr. had beaten the once great Volkova. As he encouraged his home fans and watched from the sin bin as his team tacked on a 6th to the blowout shutout victory, Volkova slumped down further and further into her tiny box of shame, ne'er to return until the team needed offense. This was her lesson: don't join fights if you can't win them.
RESULT: Stamkos Jr. by Decision

<div align="center">Game 47: Renegades @ Chiefs </div>
Banananov was feeling pretty good about the last fight, and came into this game against eh Renegades with swagger. Chernika was going to need it, as the ReneGods are all about swagger, and one of the quiet respect players on the blue line is Lord Vader. Not as loud as some of the others, he gets in his workload, and brays along with the rest when provoked.

Today would be a day of provocation, as the Renegades were taking a solid game to the Chiefs. By the 2nd period, it was Texas on top by a small 1 goal margin, and something had to be done to try and uplift this native Chief crowd. As Banananov spun through the defense late in the second, the puck was lost, thanks in no small part to Vader's positioning of his stick. As Geoffrey Allen gained possession, tacking a turnover on Banananov's record, the gloves were off and Banananov grabbed the exceptionally taller Vader.

"Hey, you," she screamed up at him, "let's go. You've duped me for the last time." "It's on," he replied, and the fists were flying.

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It immediately became clear that Banananov was outmatched, as Vader's long body helped for hits, blocks, and long hooks to any part of Chernika's small body. As he continued whaling on the vet, Chernika could only stand and posture with Lord, trying not to get hurt during the beating.

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Being tapped out by the ref, Banananov saw the banner in the crowd that read, "Banananov is the heavyweight champ!" torn in half, and she knew the Chiefs didn't need her going up against real fighters. The win earlier was a fluke, and the Chiefs could have used that 5 minutes of her offense to make a comeback. Instead, they lost a home game to the Renegades of all teams. Yeck.
RESULT: Vader by TKO

<div align="center">Game 50: :admirals: @ Jets </div>
It seems the Jets and the Admirals have got a thing for physical play, with the Jets' Andris Bukss as a lightning rod for fighting currently and the Admirals always on the physical play trying to rebuild and gain stock in the SHL. This matchup of SHL "heavyweight" teams was destined to be a fight-producer, and we got our wish with this bout.

The twosome, however, was a bit surprising. Patrik Šatan has led a quiet life since the glory days of the S20 Cupset Crows and his lone Challenge Cup with the Jets. Mattias Wahlstrom hasn't ever been a critically acclaimed defender, mainly being seen as a line-filler for the rebuilding Admirals until the new rookies make the jump. In any case, both players realistically have anywhere from 1 - 3 seasons left in the tank, Wahlstrom being sooner rather than later, and he was not going to make the world forget him.

"Hey old-timer," he shouted, skating up next to Patrik, "where'd your buddies go?" Patrik laughed, gliding along, but stopped suddenly when Mattias nudged him with another jab. "How's it feel to know you're not gonna be the special Jets lifer anymore? Hastag Dried Up Vet." "NO ONE CALLS ME DRIED UP!" Šatan cursed, grasping with Wahlstrom at center ice.

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The two found themselves at a loss for action, not really knowing the finer points of fighting. But it was Patrik who had the upper hand, letting the younger buck tire himself out with errant swings and struggling to get away from Patrik's pin up against the boards. Wahlstrom was in a bad place for a fighter: stuck between a rock and a hard place.

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Patrik gently laughed through his strained breathing, "You give up, youngin'?" Wahlstrom out of breath from the pin, didn't have to embarrass himself with an answer as the refs came and separated the two misfit fighters. As Šatan took a bow in front of a sold out crowd, Mattias could see his coach striking out small parts of the lineup he kept on his clipboard. His days were numbered in Portland, and while losing a fight while up by 2 doesn't hurt, it certainly doesn't help anything.
RESULT: Šatan by Pin

<div align="center">Game 56: Jets @ Renegades </div>
Finally, the moment has arrived. In the SHL, there are few moments like the unveiling of a true bastard on the ice, and while there have been more than a few Winnipeg Jets to grace the Fight Night leaderboards, one remains, and they were all ragging on Big Manious in the locker room prior to the game. "Dude, what the fuck?" asked Bukss. "We've all fought. You're the Turd here, get some fucking fists. Go fight someone tonight and we won't shave all your precious back hair to weave into your jersey for the next game."

"Fuck, alright," Manious replied, "I'll start some shit tonight. But you fuckers better back me up." That would not be happening early, with the Jets down 3-2 early in the 3rd period after a powerplay goal from Big's linemate Rembrandt Q. Einstein, the smart respectable one of the defenders. "Jesus, I'll wake you all up," Big said, trying to calm his jittery team of freshies. The only thing left now was to find someone to fight against. Not Vader, he fucked up Banananov eariler, Big thought, wimping out of that confrontation. Geoffrey Allen? Nah, too easy a target, I'd never get him alone, rebuked Big.

Finally, the answer hit him as he was jostling for position and the puck: Cody Black. Only had a few hits in the game anyways, who gives a shit? "Hey, SoftBlack! Oh wait, that's the OTHER team you sucked on before coming to the Renegades, huh?" "Fuck off, Big, I'm trying to get the puck!" Black tried to deflect Manious but he kept just shoving him, agitating him in the corner. "FUCK!" And with that, the gloves were away.

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The strong defenders grappled at shoulders for a long time, and it seemed line the embrace would last forever, either warrior trying to let free a fist to lay down some lumber. Like a Strongest Man in the World competition, Big's hairy forearms ever contracted upon Black's broad shoulders, neither really letting their grip go. This struggle amongst the Atlas figures of the SHL would continue for about a solid 2 minutes.

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As refs pull apart the bond of strength between these two atoms, Big kindly gives a tap on the shoulder to Black. "You couldn't even get a hit on me! Maybe you should go back to the SoftHawks haha." Black came back, trying to rip through his forced guard, and as Big earned his instigator's badge and the respect of his team, the crowd in Texas gave a thorough applause to Black for holding his own. Big's effort would motivate rookie Zach Evans to score his first career goal in the SHL in the losing effort, but somehow, everything ends up ok.
RESULT: Draw

<div align="center">Game 63: Steelhawks @ Rage </div>
Danny Foster, chief enforcer for the Steelhawks, was still looking for his first official win of the season. If your job is to win fights, you better damn well do so, and it seemed like he'd get a chance against an intraconference rival. The Rage were hosting Hamilton for a game, and it was going to be one of the first things Danny did once he hit the ice.

Someone else had that same mindset coming into the game. Wyatt Wøllker was looking for any chance to get his home crowd motivated, and knew that his fists would be the way to get the team riled up. The Rage need this game and Wyatt could win the team and crowd over with a decisive fight against none other than target number one for fighting: the gladiator in Danny Foster.

Unfortunately, Foster could not be found for 2 minutes due to a hooking minor, which led to the 1st goal of the game by the Rage. Now was his time to make up for that lapse in judgement, and Wøllker knew he could bait Danny into a fight. As they hit the ice toward the end of the 1st period, Wyatt came and slammed right in front of Danny behind the boards. "Punk," he spat, "trying" to "skate off" but Danny was already there with Wyatt.

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With both determined to actually win the fight, there was no amusing dance of grappling. Foster started whaling, and Wyatt kept right up with the heavyweight. Swinging at each other, there was nothing but a hurricane of hands going every which way, with a few doing good damage. Unfortunately, there were more hits landed by the skilled Foster, but Wyatt held his own, getting more attempts in.

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Foster's clocks to the chin did more than Wyatt's grazes across Danny's cheeks, but both were up and standing by the end of the bout, and the refs were able to separate the two without one being carried out on a stretcher. In a way, that was a win for Wyatt in front of a home crowd, where he capped off the Gordie Howe Hat Trick with a goal on the next powerplay attempt in the second period after getting an assist in the 1st period. Now if only Foster could do that, we'd have a great race on our hands.
RESULT: Draw

CURRENT POWER RANKINGS
1. Chiefs - Chernika Banananov, 1-1-0 (11 pts)
1. Rage - Wyatt Wøllker, 0-0-2 (11 pts)
3. Stampede - Steven Stamkos Jr., 1-0-0 (10 pts)
3. Renegades - Lord Vader, 1-0-0 (10 pts)
3. Jets - Patrik Šatan, 1-0-0 (10 pts)
6. Steelhawks - Danny Foster, 0-0-2 (8 pts)
6. Jets - Andris Bukss, 0-0-2 (8 pts)
8. Steelhawks - Pal Vikinsgtod, 0-0-1 (7 pts)
8. Jets - Big Manious, 0-0-1 (7 pts)
10. Panthers - Ryan King, 0-0-1 (4 pts)
10. Wolfpack - Tim Buckner, 0-0-1 (4 pts)
10. Wolfpack - Mia Landvik, 0-0-1 (4 pts)
10. Wolfpack - Brandon Pomery, 0-0-1 (4 pts)
10. :admirals: - Kelly Rivet, 0-0-1 (4 pts)
10. Renegades - Cody Black, 0-0-1 (4 pts)
10. Stars - Kjell Eide, 0-0-1 (4 pts)
10. Stars - Sim Browski, 0-0-1 (4 pts)
18. :admirals: - Mattias Wahlstrom, 0-1-0 (1 pts)
18. Stars - Chester Cunningham, 0-1-0 (1 pt)
18. Platoon - Pietra Volkova, 0-1-0 (1 pt)
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I want to put all my points into fighting just to be featured! :lol:

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Love the article c and looking forward to the next episodes of these Popcorn

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Dammit where was this when I was fighting <a href='index.php?showuser=2012' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-54'>Jepox</a> in juniors?

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Quote:Originally posted by ztevans@Dec 15 2016, 05:27 PM
Dammit where was this when I was fighting <a href='index.php?showuser=2012' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-54'>Jepox</a> in juniors?
We should start an SMJHL one tbh

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Stamkos Jr. is no gentleman, that's for sure. To pick on our cute little mini-sniper Volkova like that. For shame I say, for shame. Eyebrow

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Quote:Originally posted by ztevans@Dec 15 2016, 05:27 PM
Dammit where was this when I was fighting <a href='index.php?showuser=2012' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-54'>Jepox</a> in juniors?

Where was this when I fought EVERYONE in juniors?

But seriously I hope to be making more noise soon :lol:

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If Banananov wins the fighting title I will laugh.

He is like 4 feet tall. :lol:

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Hey I fought someone!!
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Updated with 2 more fights from Week 2.

Give 1/4 pay to <a href='index.php?showuser=1407' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>PeanutButter</a> and 1/4 pay to <a href='index.php?showuser=881' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-13'>Muerto</a>
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Nice Work c!

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