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Jeff
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OLD LINE WRESTLING RESULTS
Submitted by The L33t Ranter on August 13, 2008 – 3:00 a.m.
Posted In: News
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OLD LINE WRESTLING PRESENTS: OUTRAGE
Right. It’s been a good while since I’ve done one of these, and some of you may not have checked in to OLW fandom back when I started doing this. As such, I will re-introduce myself.
I am, in fact, The L33t Ranter. Back in the day I did critiques of the old IWA’s weekly show, and now, I talk about OLW. Let it be known that I mock your values and beliefs, I hate the bands you like, and I slept with your significant other – presuming said significant other was female. If it was male, I kicked its ass.
After the break and the hype coming for the relaunch, the crowd was really hot tonight. Seriously, so loud that my ears were ringing for the next day. I was there live, y’know. So when I say we’re live, I mean, I’m live. You’re not, because I was at Outrage personally and watched it all go down, and you have to wait for it to air on MPT. Bitches.
And now, the card starts.
| “This Place Looks Nice” by Adrien Cochrane wrote: | [The camera opens up by the backstage area. A roar of cheer sounds when recently-signed star Adrien Cochrane walks into view. He lowers his sunglasses and high fives a passing backstage worker.]
Cochrane: Good to have a new home!! This place looks nice!
[He continues walking down the hallway and sees another backstage worker.]
Cochrane: Hey, dude. What’s your name?
[The man looks at Adrien.]
Worker: Lance Moore.
[Adrien extends his hand. Lance slowly shakes it.]
Cochrane: Congrats, Lance. You’re going to be one of my new friends back here. You have a good day, Lance.
Lance: You too, Mr. Cochrane.
[Adrien cheerfully grins.]
Cochrane: Aw, come on, dude. Mr. Cochrane is my dad. Call me, Adrien. And don’t be so intimidated!
[Adrien has another smirk come across his face as he continues down the hallway. OLW interviewer Jenna Lyons walks down the hallway, with a microphone in her hand. Adrien drops his jaw.]
Cochrane: Wow, they have some gorgeous girls working back here. What is your name, madam?
[Jenna Lyons chuckles and smiles.]
Lyons: Jenna Lyons. I’m one of the backstage interviewers for OLW.
Cochrane: Aye. Name’s Adrien…
Lyons: I know who you are.
Cochrane: Sweet. Saves me time explaining who I am. Well, I hope you have an awesome day.
Lyons: Thanks, you too.
[Jenna Lyons continues down the hall. Adrien stops at a door.]
Cochrane: Home sweet home.
[Adrien touches the sign on the door with his name on it. He opens the door, walks in, and closes it behind him.] |
TEAM WRESTLING INFERNO GETS NO NICKNAMES
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TEAM WITH A NAME MORE DEMEANING THAN ANYTHING I COULD COME UP WITH
So for anyone who doesn’t know, Roger Stevens has been making major waves over in Wrestlecoast Cascadia, he’s their Independence Champion. And Paul Sterling and Leon Rigalski are his running buddies. I’m not sure why they didn’t build up some hype for their OLW debut.
Team Wrestling Inferno’s out second to a surprisingly good reaction. Fans really love the Black Wonder for some reason.
Match starts, as it should, with Stevens and Zorro of TWI stiffing the hell out of each other with chops. Stevens wins, because his chops are a 10.0 on the unnecessary stiffness scale as opposed to Zorro’s, which are about a 9.7, but he tags out immediately to Sterling. Sterling, who’s chops are a comparatively low 8.2, promptly gets the hell beaten out of him. Zorro drags Sterling to the TWI corner, tags out to SURGE “The Rush”, who’s name will be spelled in normal caps because I hate holding down the shift key. In fact I’d never capitalize anything but MS Word does that for me, goddammit.
Surge basically wrestles a circle around Sterling, flips him to the mat with a wristlock, pulls him up with a slightly different wristlock, and moves from that straight into a german suplex. Sterling bails. In comes Rigalski, Surge ducks the clothesline and Pele kicks him. Flying forearm in the corner, quick ring exit by Surge and a flying spinwheel kick by Black Wonder drops Rigalski. BW starts brawling, tries scoop slamming him but he unbalances and Rigalski lands on him. Rigalski shoots BW off the ropes and catches him with a Samoan drop. Stevens comes off with a flying elbow.
Stevens busts BW in the face a couple times and then nearly beheads him with a step-up savate kick – I swear the crowd in its entirety flinched. He calls that the “Radical Overlord” by the way. Stevens runs the ropes, knocks Surge down to the ringside mats and Zorro to the apron. Sterling follows with a swank suicide plancha that hits Surge. Rigalski blocks Zorro from entering the ring. Stevens picks BW up for his schwein (he calls it the Headshot)… BW kicks his legs, slips out, and hits a backslide… for three!
Stevens freaks out in the ring as Sterling and Rigalski try to calm him down, and Team Wrestling Inferno celebrates.
Match Time: 8:42
Match rating: ** (good opening match)
| “Meet XMW” by The Danimal wrote: | [A large black pickup truck pulls into the parking lot of the arena. There's some OLW security standing around and joking, not too concerned. Outrage was already underway, and anyone coming this late would have to deal with Cito personally anyway.One guard flicks a cigarette and heads back towards the arena, when the truck speeds up behind him. It stops a foot and a half from the entrance to the arena. The guard spins around, an unhappy frown forming.]
Guard: Can I help you?
[A small man, about 5'3, jumps from the drivers side door. Inside the truck, the cab is full of people. A hand grabs the side of the tail, then lowers again. Another guard, watching from a distance, squints to see if he really saw what he thinks he just saw. The short man walks up to the guard and hands him something.]
Kaos: I have this. We're allowed to be here.
[The guard reads the paper, and slowly nods.]
Guard: Well, I guess so. But the truck stays here.
[Suddenly, from the back of the truck, three men dressed in traditional Arabic garb jump over the side. They look up into the sky and let loose a loud, weird, foreign hollar, before running into the arena. Kenny Kaos, the short man, grabs the paper from the guard and makes three checks. From inside the cab, a tall man with a red and white basketball jersey steps out. A brunette with red highlights follows him, wearing a pair of black booty shorts and a white tank top. Kenny makes two more checks. Following the other two, a black man, 7'0 and around 320lbs of muscle, steps out wearing all red, with a red bandana around his forehead. Ken makes another check. The last man to step out of the truck is a slender and slightly built man of about 6'7. He's carrying a gold belt with him. Ken checks off the last name.]
Kaos: In another car, two more guys are coming. These two.
[Ken points to the paper.]
Kaos: They'll be here any minute.
[The guard nods. The group gathers at the entrance and begins walking into the arena, where they're met with a rushing Duane "Double Decker" Eckelbury. He's got a microphone in hand.]
Eckelbury: Guys! Guys! A word, please?
[Ken stops the group and smiles.]
Kaos: Sure. Anything for OLW.
[Double Decker laughs, and groups everyone together.]
Eckelbury: Well, first question, who are you guys, and why are you here?
Kaos: Of course. Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce Old Line Wrestling, officially, to Xtreme Mountain Wrestling.
[Duane furrows his brow.]
Eckelbury: XMW? As in the promotion Danny Vicious has stakes in?
Kaos: That same one. We're the best OLW has to offer. These three...
[Kenny turns and waves an arm out. The three Arabic-dressed individuals look up to the sky and open their arms.]
Kaos: ... are the XMW Tag Team champions.
[The largest and smallest guys both lift their shirts to show the XMW Tag Team titles.]
Kaos: The large man, standing at 6'8 and weighing in at 360lbs, is Ochana Bin Mama. He's the meanest sumbitch from the Middle East, and he'll hesitate at nothing to destroy anyone in his way. I know, he's kicked my ass plenty. His partner, the other half of the champions, standing at 6'1 and weighing in at 237lbs, is Husbin Fartine. Don't let his size fool you. The Arab Assassin, as we call him, has stood toe-to-toe with Danny Vicious plenty of times. And their partner, the third man of the group, is simply known as Spoons. Spoons stands at 6'3, weighs in at 220lbs, and looks like an idiot. But piss him off, let him lock you in his Cabbage Roll submission, and see what happens. Mr. Eckelbury, I officially introduce the world to the devestating team known as 9/11.
[The three men roar in unison. Double Decker takes a few steps away from Ochana Bin Mama. Instead, he moves towards the woman.]
Eckelbury: Who's this lovely lady?
[The tall man she got out with steps forward, and grabs the mic.]
Mack: You're looking at the "First Lady of XMW", the lady also known as Momma Mack, and my sex kitten, Smashbox. And whenever you see her, you'll see me.
Eckelbury: And you are...?
[The man laughs.]
Mack: Please! Son, I am the master of The Infestation. I'm "Mr. STD" Daddy Mack, pal, and don't you forget it. And this big son of a bitch over here, wearing all red, is my bodyguard, The Notorious L.E.O. 7 feet tall and 320lbs of solid muscle. We prefer to be called the New Bloodz, and we're takin' over.
Eckelbury: Well, I guess that leaves the guy with the big gold belt, and you.
[Double Decker has turned back to the small man.]
Kaos: The guy with the big gold belt, as you put it, is the XMW Heavyweight champion. His name is "Hitler's Aprentice" Mike Schlueter. He lets his actions do the talking As for me, I'm pretty much the safe bet to talk to in this group, aside from Gitch.
Eckelbury: Who?
[Duane can't keep from chuckling. Everyone gives him a dirty look.]
Kaos: Don't laugh, bud. Gitch is known as the Living Legend. The only man ever inducted to the XMW Hall of Fame. He handles most of the major business. He'll be here later with "The Innovator of Silence" Silent Steve. As for me, like I was saying, I'm "The Extreme Tumbleweed" Cousin Kenny Kaos. I'm the crazy, high flying redneck. And now that YOU know who we are, Double Decker, it's time for the rest of OLW to find out who we are.
[With that, the XMW roster head into the arena. Duane watches them go in, and a couple seconds later, two more men, presumably Gitch and Silent Steve, chase the group inside.] |
HALLOWEEN vs chris kaladaro (sorta vs eddie jones)
There’s… really just about nothing to say about this match. Eddie Jones was supposed to be in it, but he never checked in with OLW management after filing his initial app, so he’s basically considered fired as of after the match ends. Kaladaro is Kaladaro.
The match basically existed as a showcase for Halloween’s moves. He’s one of those east coast AmeriLucha types, so obviously he’ll fit right in with OLW since Cito Conarri fucking trains the AmeriLucha style. He hit a cool looking forward flip into double heel kick, a really gracefully executed leg lariat, and then this crazy looking Michinokuy Drivery looking thing, the Pumpkin Patch.
Match Time: 2:57
Match rating: * (squash)
And as a bonus, Kaladaro is also gone now.
| “Pre-Match Jitters/Interview” by Ed/Chas Robertson wrote: | [Camera fades backstage where a very subdued looking "Rock N Roll Dyanmo" Chas Robertson leans against a wall, arms crossed as he tries to keep to himself. OLW staff members scurry by him some hitting the new wrestler with dirty looks as they try to get their jobs done with Robertson in the way. Robertson for his part is lost in his Ipod most likely listening to some 80's hair band or another. Without warning Jenna Lyons steps out in front of the camera and moves towards Robertson.]
Lyons: Let's get a word with one of the OLW's newest signings, "The Rock N Roll Dynamo" Chas Robertson."
[Lyons stands to the side of Robertson who is oblivious to the fact that the pretty interviewer is beside him. Lyons clears her throat but with the music blaring in his ears, Robertson cannot hear her. Going one step further Lyons then reaches out with her free hand and taps the young wrestler on the shoulder which startles him. Chas jumps out from the wall and nearly trips over his feet before realizing what is going on. Quickly he takes the ear pieces out and stares sheepishly at Jenna Lyons.]
Robertson: Umm...Yes?
[Lyons smiles at the camera]
Lyons: With me I have the newest member of the OLW, "The Rock N Roll Dynamo" Chas Robertson. Chas welcome to the OLW and could we get a few words about your upcoming match with Candy and James which is going to happen very shortly.
[Chas smiles at Jenna and turns to the camera, his words slowly coming out.]
Robertson: Well..umm...Jenna is it [Lyons nods] is it definitely great to be in the OLW with the likes of Python...umm..Vicious and of course the other great stars that go out there and give their very best each and every time. That being said I am not the rookie that everyone thinks I am. Sure I am young but I have been around the block once or twice wrestling across the world against some of the toughest competition there is.
[Lyons nods waiting for Chas to continue but when he doesn't due to jitters she prompts him with another question]
Lyons: How do you plan to work around the brawling styles of Frank Dylan James and Jim Candy, both who are going to be looking to get wins under the belts to improve their status in OLW.
Robertson: Well.. [pause] it's going to be tough for sure. I am going to have to have eyes in the back of my head to make sure that things go my way. Three way dances are tough and it's easy to lose focus and not pay attention to what is going on. So my plan is simple. Take em out hard n fast just like the Dynamo that I am. [Robertson grins] When it's all said and done, James and Candy will be one hit wonders and I THE Rock N Roll Dynamo will go straight to the top of the charts and get his first of many wins here in OLW. And if you are lucky Jenna you just might be able to get hold of a Backstage Pass.
[Roberstson flips his ear pieces back into his ear and goes back to leaning against he wall. Jenna rolls her eyes at the comment but only says.]
Lyons: Well a very confident Robertson almost guaranteeing a win here in his OLW debut. We will soon see if that happens. Back to you guys.....
[Lyons steps out from the front of the camera and the camera focuses in on Robertson who quickly glances at the camera a look on his face that somewhat betrays his earlier words....]
[FADE] |
JIM CANDY GETS NO NICKNAME vs EFDEEJAY vs CHAS ROBERTSON GETS NO NICKNAME
[Without warning the opening strains of Judas Priest's "You Got Another Thing Coming" blasts through the speakers of the building. Seconds later a bright light shines at the entrance way and as Rob Halford begins to sing a figure steps through the curtain and stands in the spotlight. Robertson looks down at the ring as he stands there, his blonde hair messed up and a slight smile on his face. His upper body is covered in a faded Skid Row "Slave To The Grind" T-Shirt, while a pair of black full length wrestling tights cover his legs. The word Dynamo is stenciled in white down each leg while black calf high wrestling boots complete the look. ]
[Chas begins to move down to the ring loosening his upper body and occasionally slapping the hands of fans that stick their hands out. Once at the ring Chas walks around the ring once before rolling into it and jumping to his feet. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air pointing out at the crowd acknowledging any one who may recognize him from various indy shows. Chas then jumps down removes his T-shirt and gets ready for the bell to ring.]
[Candy comes to the ring to not much celebration as he stands on the outside of the ring briefly before entering. He doesn’t man Chas to get the early jump on him.]
[“Flirtin’ With Diaster” by Molly Hachett plays over the PA system as Frank Dylan James comes to the ring. The crowd gives a little bit of a pop for the Thrillbilly as he makes his way to the ring, eyes concentrated on his two challengers for the match.]
[The match starts out quickly as all three men engage in a bit of a brawl. The Thrillbilly leads all comers delivering stunning right hand punches to the heads of Candy and Chas, Chas and then Candy, back and forth without a second of hesitation. Chas backs off rather quickly though, leaving both Candy and James engaged in a battle of fists.]
[The Thrillbilly hits a few right hands in a row. Takes Candy by the arm and tosses him into the ropes, as Candy comes off James drops him with a clothesline and then brings him to his feet again. Now Chas sees his spot to shine. He slides into the ring and delivers a drop kick to the back of James knee sending the bigger man crouching down a little. Now the Thrillybilly turns his attention to Chas. As James grabs for Chas, Chas slips under the legs of James and delivers another dropkick to the backside of his knee, trying to destroy his vertical base.]
[Candy sticks his nose in with the Thrillbilly once more delivering a huge right hand that knocks James a bit off balance. Chas takes this opportunity and comes in on one side of James and locks him for a suplex, with Candy doing the same and together they are able to get the big man up and over.]
[Candy drops to knees to pin James but Chas has better plans and delivers a dropkick to Candy’s head slouching him down to the mat. Chas covers the Thrillbilly but only gets a two count.]
[Chas gets to his feet as Candy begins to get to his. Also the Thrillbilly is on one knee attempting to get back up. Candy goes over to deal with James and pulls him to his feet. James delivers a solid headbutt that backs Candy up quickly. Chas simply stays put in the corner, letting the two brawlers duke it out. Candy is backed up into the ropes and sent across as James follows it up with a clothesline. Chas once again strikes and is able to clip out James’ leg from underneath him, sending him down to one knee. Chas bounces off the ropes and uses James’ knee to deliver an Enziguri kick that sends FDJ to the mat.]
[Candy is to his feet as Chas stalks him. Chas charges and catches Candy with a huge knee to the stomach, which doubles Candy over. Chas grabs Candy in an Inverted Facelock and pulls Candy up for a brainbuster and comes down, placing Candy right on his head with the Back Stage Pass.]
Match Time: 7:25
Match Rating: * ¾ (Robertson tried, but FDJ must’ve been sober and Candy was immobile from ring rust) |
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Jeff
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| Adrien Cochrane wrote: | [The fans cheer warmly as Adrien appears on the screen, seemingly deep in thought and walking slowly down a backstage hallway. He comes to a stop in front of the door of his dressing room and looks down in surprise. The camera follows his gaze to find a ridiculously large and poorly decorated basket of fruit.]
Cochrane: Wha...?
Python: Welcome to the neighborhood, buddy!
[The crowd pops as Python appears from offscreen, slapping his amused friend heartily across the back. Adrien blankly stares at the giant basket of fruit.]
Cochrane: Wow. You...shouldn't have?
Python: Yea, you're probably right. But this is how some old lady in my apartment welcomed me to Baltimore and I got a kick out of it, so I figured I'd give it a try.
[Adrien pulls out a huge brown banana.]
Cochrane: Was the fruit a week old as well?
Python: Ahh! Everybody's a critic.
[Python opens the door and hastily sweeps the basket into the dressing room with his foot.]
Python: So, how do you like it here so far?
Cochrane: It's been really great here. So many nice faces on the backstage staff.
Python: Yea man... some nice bodies, too. You meet Leslie Stanton yet? Woooo!
[Python smirks and elbows Adrien in the ribs. Adrien just rolls his eyes.]
Python: I'm just playing, man. This really is a special place. You're going to fit in great.
Cochrane: I think I already am. I can't wait for my first match.
[As soon as Adrien says that, he slowly pushes something behind him under a table with his foot. The tablecloth prevents anyone from seeing what it is.]
Python: Er...
[Python's eyes dart curiously down toward the bottom of the table and back up to Adrien.]
Python: Wutcha got there?
[Adrien smirks at Python's curiosity.]
Cochrane: I'll show you when the camera is gone. A little surprise for Kort.
[The camera man tries to lift the cloth, but has his hand slapped by Adrien.]
Cochrane: NO PEEKING!!
[This gets a rise of laughter from the crowd. Python just shakes his head.]
Python: That dude should definitely be scared.
[He eyes the cloth once more as though a horrible beast were hiding beneath it.]
Python: Definitely.
...
Python: Well, I've got to shove off for now. I have some last minute reviewing to do and I'm scheduled for an interview with Miss Jenna Lyons a little later. Another fine face, I daresay. You should meet her.
Cochrane: Indeed. I saw her on the way in. Very gorgeous girl.
[Python laughs, clapping Adrien on the shoulder and giving him a proud look of approval.]
Python: Thatta boy! Good luck out there tonight. Knock 'em dead, dude.
Cochrane: Thanks, dude. Keep that strap tonight.
[Python nods once more and turns, disappearing just as promptly as he arrived. Adrien smiles as he lifts the cloth enough for him to see what's under it. He gets back with a smirk on his face.]
Cochrane: This will be good. Hahaha!! |
| “New Sherriff in Town” by Jason/Jimmy Kort wrote: | [Backstage at the OLW Show. Jimmy Kort, you don’t know him, but so many do. He’s wearing a cowboy hat, dusted and faded blue jeans and a Western Knit flannel shirt. He’s shaking his head…disappointed.]
Kort: So y’all wanna throw me in a match with Mr. Adrien Cock Ran. Well that’s fine and everythin’ but I gotta warn y’all that if I kill ‘em, if I make ‘em quit cause he’s embarrassed it’s on you, Oh El Dubya. It’s on you.
[Kort cracks his neck from side to side.]
Kort: Ya see he couldn’t mount to nothin’ in the Ay Dubya Ay, so he came here. Well this is Jimmy Kort’s show, this is Jimmy Kort’s new hang out from time to time. It ain’t got no place for wanna-be’s or in the case of Adrien, never wases. That’s right Adrien ya ain’t never been nothing and I’m gonna prove to the world, once and for all.
[Kort smiles. End game.] |
JIMMY KORT GETS NO NICKNAME vs ADRIEN COCHRANE GETS NO NICKNAME
Our next match was a n00b match. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, n00bs almost never try and do something dumbfucked like work lazy.
Cochrane came out first, Kort second. The match started out quick, with Adrien using his speed to almost literally run circles around Kort until Cochrane finally broke out the first official wrestling move of the match, a clothesline, at 2:03 of the match. Adrien moved quick, striking and moving as Kort tried to find a defence for Adrien's speed. Finally, Adrien doubled Kort over and went for a running swinging neckbreaker, but Kort countered it with a back body drop. Cochrane was up quick, but Kort was able to nail a couple dropkicks and a japanese arm drag before locking Cochrane in REST HOLD #252, an armbar. Kort tried to turn it into a cross armbreaker, but Cochrane was able to slip out of the move altogether and instead lock Jimmy in REST HOLD #120, a hammerlock. The two then traded quick reversals, into a standoff that Kort ended quickly with a Yakuza kick. Cochrane fell from the ring, and Jimmy Kort took official control of the match at 4:47.
Kort followed Cochrane after the ref's count got to 5. On the outside, Kort whipped Adrien into everything he could find. The guardrail, the ring apron, the ring post, the steps, and the announce table. Finally, Kort threw Adrien into the ring and went for a pin, getting 2. The crowd rallied behind Adrien while he was in a headlock, and he fought his way to his feet before being dropped with a twisting brainbuster. Kort admonished the crowd before picking Cochrane up and hitting a DDT and an elbow drop. Pin gets 2. REST HOLD #25 by Kort, a standing side headlock. Cochrane fights out with elbows. Irish whip by Cochrane, Kort ducks a clothesline, Cochrane leapfrogs, double dropkick! Both men down. Ref starts a ten count at 7:16.
Ref reaches 6, Cochrane pulls himself up. Kort up shortly after. Slugfest in the center of the ring. Kort with a kick to the stomach, DDT attempt is blocked by Cochrane grabbing the ropes. Kort goes down, Cochrane flipps over in a bridge for a 2 count. Both men up quick, clothesline by Cochrane. Another. Third time, Kort ducks and goes for a neckbreaker. Adrien blocks it, back kick, Cochrane spins around and hits an enziguri. Kort flops like a fish. Kort back up, Cochrane with some karate kicks and an irish whip into the corner. Cochrane with the Ace-inator! 2 count, Kort puts his foot on the bottom rope. Cochrane takes Kort upstairs, superplex. Cochrane is pumped. Yells to the crowd, and gives the signal. Kort slowly to his feet. Cochrane hits The Adrien Cutter! 3 count, Cochrane wins his OLW debut!
Winner: Adrien Cochrane via Adrien Cutter @ 9:52
Match Rating ** ¼ (Decent match. Why was I bitching about restholds? They weren’t problematic. Meh.)
Post match, Cochrane celebrates in the crowd.
| “Interview” by Joe/Joe Drago wrote: | [Fade in]
[We are backstage by the catering table. It is not as nice a layout as what was at Summer Games, but this is not an alliance wide pay per view event. Joe Drago, in his wrestling gear, fists taped up and all, but with a dark gray Affliction tee shirt, is seen pulling a bottled water out of a bucket of ice.]
[Before Drago can walk out of the camera’s eye, the large and jovial figure of OLW back stage interviewer Duane “Double-Decker” Eckelbury fills the screen. Duane, as always has a wide grin on his face.]
Eckelbury: Drago, do you mind if I have a few words with you for the television audience.
Drago [shrugs]: I suppose.
Eckelbury: First off, I just want to congratulate you on making it to the finals of Summer Games. You represented Oh El Dubya, proudly.
Drago: I lost.
Eckelbury: Yes but you made it to the finals, which is a great accomplishment.
Drago [looking mightingly irritated]: I came in sixth place; I was eliminated by Justin Brooks. The only person who deserves a congratulations is Dusty Griffith; he’s going on to face Ryan Blasier, not me.
Eckelbury [looking perplexed]: Well I just thought you would be proud of how far you made it, in so little bit of a time in the Alliance.
Drago: There is one thing you need to understand about me. I don’t accept failure. I didn’t go to New Orleans to come in sixth place. I went to New Orleans to try and become the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship. Anybody who takes pride in the fact that they just made it to the finals, has no business even competing.
Eckelbury: Well then, now that Summer Games is behind us, what are your plans moving forward here in Oh El Dubya?
Drago [looking super angry]: I came up short at Summer Games, and now I’m pissed. I plan to take out a whole lot of pent up frustration on whoever gets thrown into the ring with me. Tonight that just happens to be Milenko.
[Drago grabs his water and walks off.]
Eckelbury: There you have it folks, “the reaper” Joe Drago is not a happy man. I feel sorry for anybody that’s going to be getting in the ring with him.
[fade out] |
THE UNTOUCHABLOODFORGIVENS vs THE STONE & STEEL SYNDICATE GET NO NICKNAMES
The last time the Syndicate and The Untouchables wrestled, Ryan Andrews rolled Jeff Andrews up from behind. However, The Untouchables have a tag win over the Syndicate as well, Jeff having knocked out Alex Markham with the Wildwood High. He also beat Markham with the Wildwood High in a singles match.
So the Syndicate came out first, in those kickass jackets. Still want one. Provide a merchandise page, OLW. Also note that Saori Kazama replaced Ryan Andrews/RYAN on the team.
Jeff Andrews was fully sober, but Danny Vicious didn’t look like he knew where he was. Not drunk or stoned, just like he was in some kind of daze.
Andrews started off against Matthews. Matthews worked on Andrews’ legs, doing Thai style kicks. Andrews primarily focused on trying to smack Matthews’ head into the balcony. Finally Matthews landed a particularly good shot that dropped Andrews to one knee. Side headlock, Andrews fired Matthews off the ropes, Matthews rebounded with a high kick, Andrews ducked it, drilled Matthews with a knife edge chop and another head slap that sent him reeling into a neutral corner. Andrews throttled him until referee Sean O’Meara had to start the count, then choke tossed Matthews to mid-ring and spinal tapped him. Pulling Matthews up, he dragged him to the UT’s corner and tagged out to Long. Long knee-lifted Matthews in the ribs and a close fist punch sent Matthews staggering all over the place. Long hauled him up and punched him again, dropping him to the mat, went for a cover, got two out of it. Pulled him up, chopped him so he fell into the ropes. Long took a running start, Matthews got his feet up and blocked, slipped out of the ropes and took Long down with a flying headscissor, and made the tag out to Saori Kazama.
Saori headed straight to the top rope and missile dropkicked Long, but Long was only staggered. He got into grapple position, Saori slid between his legs and jumped onto his shoulders, tried to forward roll him, Long caught her in wheelbarrow position, brought her up, Saori shifted to a bulldog and planted him on the mat. Seated dropkick to the face sent Long rolling out of the ring. Saori faked a suicide dive. Long moved, but Saori held onto the top rope, then skinned the cat back into the ring and moonsaulted off the middle rope! This got some poppage from the fans. She beckoned Vicious on, but he just stood there, so Andrews climbed in. Of course Andrews is misogynistic considering how many times he’s been embarrassed by the female wrestlers, and so he aimed to kill with a superkick that Saori ducked easily, and she hit one of her own! Andrews bailed, but this time Saori did not fake a suicide dive, she actually did one, bowling Andrews over.
Markham and Vicious entered the ring, and despite his lack of focus, Vicious managed to perfectly aim his pump kick, wiping Markham out, but instead of an effective followup he grabbed a chinlock. Markham showed some strength by deadlifting Vicious into a headdrop style back drop, and then knocked him out of the ring with a running knee lift. Vicious landed on his feet, but opted to walk it off instead of getting back in the ring. Markham caught Andrews as he charged with a cyclone whip, and hit a powerdrive elbow drop. Andrews lurched up, Markham picked him up in a waistlock and hit a stalling German suplex. Andrews escaped the pin in 2, rolled over, and caught a guillotine legdrop from Saori to the back of the head. Saori tried a La Magistral on Andrews, only got 2 off it. As he got up, Saori went for the Christo, but Andrews saw it coming and blocked by linking his arms, then countered with a Samoan drop. Andrews then kicked Saori in the ribs several times, at one point inexplicably screaming “I AM REPTILE”. This came to an end when Matthews kicked Andrews in the face really really hard.
Matthews dodged an axehandle from Long and cracked him with an enzuigiri. Setting up the Trident Driver, he was stopped as Vicious came into the ring to drag him off. Markham entered the ring to knock Vicious flat with the Burning Lariat, just as Long knocked Matthews for a loop with the Western Lariat.
Crowd goes nuts. Markham and Long both throw lariats, they bounce off each other. Long throws another, Markham ducks, tries to catch Long in the back of the head with a lariat, Long ducks, spins into a lariat, Markham ducks, Long spins straight into a second one that Markham blocks with an axehandle, both men stagger back, and then connect with simultaneous lariats! They both go over backwards… and Andrews grabs Long and throws him out of the ring before hooking the Wildwood High on the downed Markham! Vicious pulls Saori out of the ring and Irish whips her into the ringpost as Markham fades out in the hold.
Match Time: 14:30
Match Rating: **¾ (good but could’ve been so much more)
| “Hate Promos” by Renee/Heidi wrote: | Lyons: Fans, we’re backstage again, and we’ve got an upcoming interview with one of the participants in the semi-main event. Accompanied by her tag team partners, here’s your former CAL World Champion – Heidi.
[A hopeful cheer goes up, but quickly fades away. Heidi, wearing the kryptonite green wrestling outfit she so doesn’t like, is accompanied by Kai Scott and Adam Delicious, the latter standing off to the side and looking uncomfortable, the former with all three of the Trios Tag Titles belted around his waste, and an arm across Heidi’s shoulders.]
[She looks vacant. Like she’s just waiting for this, whatever it is, to be over.]
[Jenna Lyons notices it too. She briefly looks puzzled. But as a good interviewer, she moves forward.]
Lyons: So Heidi. This is going to be your first high profile singles match since your return to wrestling a few cards back. I’m sure a lot of people, myself included, are wondering – why? Why did you decide to come back?
[Jenna holds out the microphone, but before Heidi can say anything, Kai Scott puts his hand over it, pulling it towards himself.]
Scott: The Champ doesn’t really have the interest to answer those kinds of questions, Jen. Ask her things like “are you going to break both of Khalid Jad’s legs to send a message to Ryan Blasier?”
Jenna: A message to Blasier?
Scott: Don’t repeat things I say, Jen, it makes you sound ditzy. Just ask Heidi the question.
Jenna: *sigh* Heidi, are you going to break both of Khalid Jad’s legs to send a message to Ryan Blasier?
Heidi: ……
Scott: Hmm. Apparently, the Cat has gotten the Champ’s tongue.
Heidi: I’m not breaking anyone’s legs.
[Another small pop from the fans as Heidi speaks.]
Scott: Oh? Why’s that? Do you think you could if you wanted to? Do you think that maybe you can’t?
[Heidi closes her eyes and looks down.]
Scott: Do you think you can beat Khalid Jad? Are you worried about not being able to live up to the standards of excellence that you set 5 years ago? I dunno, Heidi… maybe you should just skip the match and do something easier. Like, oh… hey, remember that time way back in LBWF when Jenna beat you in a match?
[Jenna suddenly looks nervous, but Heidi’s expression doesn’t change.]
Scott: Maybe the champ would prefer to forget defending the honor of the CAL World Title and prove she should have won the LBWF Women’s Title.
Eckelbury: Ah, Jenna? Is everything going alright?
[Duane Eckelbury, all 6 ft 4, 290 something pounds of him, quietly steps into the shot next to Jenna.]
[Kai scowls.]
Scott: Horseshit. I tell you what, Heidi – go do whatever. Whatever you want. You can apologize for being standoffish after you get done losing. Adam, c’mon.
[Kai Scott walks off-screen. Adam, with a helpless glance at Heidi, follows him.]
Eckelbury: Heidi, I’ll completely understand if you can’t answer this, but I have to ask anyway. What in the hell is with that guy?
[Heidi shakes her head, quietly.]
Heidi: …It’ll be all right, guys. I’ll be alright.
[And with that, she too walks off-screen, leaving the interviewers baffled.] |
ICP SUCKS ASS vs JOE DRAGO FUCKING RULES
The Great Milenko entered the ring first. The entrance ramp looked surprisingly empty without any of his buddies walking next to him… let it be noted that this is the first time in almost two years that Milenko has wrestled without any managers. I’m hearing conflicting stories about this actually… some of my sources tell me Wraith and The Ringmaster were attending the Gathering of the Juggalos, others say they were involved in a cycling accident involving a child on a Tonka Mighty Bike and a hot dog stand. Remind me to get new sources. Joe Drago entered second and was greeted with a hearty ovation from the fans, most likely a show of appreciation for his impressive showing at Summer Games.
At the sound of the bell, Milenko immediately moved in on his opponent. Drago ducked easily under a haymaker and fired back with a right hook of his own. The punch caught Milenko square in the jaw, but he shook it off and brutally clotheslined the smaller man to the mat. Milenko followed up with a quick elbow drop, but Drago rolled cleanly out of the way and the two men were back on their feet in the center of the ring and trading blows. Drago gained the upper hand, fearlessly driving Milenko back into the corner. Drago threw a particularly nasty knife edge chop, whipped Milenko across the ring, and charged after him. Milenko crashed into the turnbuckle, but recovered quickly enough to lift a foot into the oncoming face of Joe Drago. Stunned, Drago staggered back a few paces and left just enough time for Milenko to wrap his arms around his opponent’s waste and bring him crashing down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex.
Milenko wasted no time in pulling Drago back to his feet, clubbing his head a few times before jamming it between his knees and preparing to hoist him up for a piledriver. However, Drago had the sense of mind to blindly drop a knee on Milenko’s foot. That was different. Still unable to free himself, he did it again. A third time. Finally, Drago pushed himself away from Milenko and buried a knee in his opponent’s gut. He followed up quickly with a wicked sit-out jawbreaker and a rolling step-over toe hold throw. The crowd voiced their approval. Drago pounced on his fallen foe and locked in a beautiful cross chinlock, keeping the hold applied for nearly a minute before Milenko was able to claw his way to the ropes. Drago released the hold immediately and rolled back to the center of the ring, beckoning Milenko to stand and face him. Milenko complied. The masked man was visibly frustrated and blindly charged toward Drago, but he ran himself right into a ¾ nelson suplex.
Milenko lied dazed in the center of the ring. Seeing a big opportunity, Drago quickly moved to apply The Death Clock, but Milenko managed to grab a fist full of Drago’s hair and skillfully roll him down into an inside cradle.
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Drago kicked out after one. Slightly disoriented, he climbed to his feet and was met with a spinning heel kick to the back of his head. Drago dropped to his knees and Milenko took a full swing with the All Because of You! Drago bowed his head at the last second, ducking under the kick and popping up to wrap his arms around the side of Milenko’s body as his momentum still carried him. Drago easily used this momentum to hoist Milenko into the air and plow him into the mat with The Wolfs Bite, rolling over to make the pin and get the three count.
And that was that. Drago celebrated, Milenko eventually got up and shook his hand, and everybody lived happily ever after. Well… I guess Milenko wasn’t as happy as everybody else, but he was a good sport about it at least.
Winner: Joe Drago
Match Time: 11:28
Match Rating: ***¼ kept me entertained, ¼ for the kneedrop to foot
| “Untitled Part 1” by Greg/Python wrote: | [A loud cheer goes up from every male fan in The Arena as the camera fades in to find Jenna Lyons knocking patiently on the nameless door of someone’s dressing room. After a few seconds of silence, the attractive young brunette knocks again. Still no answer. She glances awkwardly into the camera and presses a finger to her earpiece, speaking softly to somebody we can’t see.]
[After receiving a few moments of instruction, Jenna nods and turns back toward the door. She twists the knob and pushes it open to reveal a bare room with a television sitting on a stand in the middle of the room. It is facing away from us. The only other visible object in the room is a large mirror hanging on the wall to our left, but there is a dirty white towel draped over it. It appears as though this was done in an attempt to completely cover the glass. Jenna now looks extremely uncomfortable.]
Jenna: He's not here.
[Another huge pop goes up from the crowd (this time from both genders) as the camera moves a few inches to the right and reveals our heavyweight champion sitting alone atop a shaky-looking metal stool on the other side of the television. Python doesn’t look up at the entrance of the interviewer and her cameraman, but remains staring coldly at the television screen, virtually unblinking.]
Jenna: Oh! Um… excuse me.
[At this, Python’s head snaps up and his gaze lands on Jenna. He looks startled.]
Python: Oh, hey!
[Looking slightly thrown, he glances around the room for a clock. Finding none, he takes out his cell phone and squints down at it.]
Python: Shoot… the interview! I forgot.
[Clad in a pair of jeans and a wrinkled black t-shirt, the young wrestler hops down from the tall stool and crosses the room to greet her. He stammers as he attempts to explain himself.]
Python: I-I’m sorry, I didn’t even hear you come in. I guess I got a little too wrapped up there.
[He gestures with his head at the television behind him.]
Jenna: It’s no problem.
[Jenna smiles professionally but can’t keep her eyes from darting quickly toward the back of the television and around the baron, dusty little room. She opens her mouth as if to ask a question, but visibly decides against it and looks back toward the camera.]
Jenna: Well I’m here with the reigning heavyweight champion Python…
RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
Jenna: …who’s scheduled to defend the strap later tonight against the up and coming Christopher Barton. Python, there’s been a lot of wild things happening in your life recently. How are you feeling going into this match?
Python: You know what, Jenna? All things considered, I’m actually feeling pretty focused. In fact, I was just watching some tapes of Barton’s recent matches to get myself ready. I don’t know what it is about this place… it’s like as soon as I set foot in The Arena, all of my personal demons melt away and all I can think about is wrestling. Wrestling wrestling wrestling. So for anyone out there who’s looking for me to give anything less than 200% in the ring tonight, you’re out of luck.
[He smirks.]
Python: That includes you, Barton.
RAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!
Python: And I gotta tell you… I knew I was scheduled for a defense real soon and I was hoping he’d be the first to come for my belt. I really was.
Jenna: Why’s that?
Python: Simple. The dude dropped me on a bare turnbuckle once in a tag team match, got a quick pin off of it, and has been proudly waving his little dick around because of it ever since.
[The crowd bursts into laughter and applause as Jenna bites her lip. Her cheeks turn slightly red at the crude expression.]
Jenna: Well, that certainly is one way to put it.
Python: It’s the only way to put it, really. Now, you know I’m always the first one to give credit where credit is due and I promise you this… if Christopher Barton pins me tonight (or any night) in a one-on-one match with no tricks and no interference, I will raise that man’s hand. And from then on, he can tell people whatever he damn well pleases. But until that moment has passed, don’t nobody take a whiff of him cause he’ll still be reeking of Grade A genuine straight-from-the-ass BULLSHIT!
OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
[The crowd is loving it. Jenna pauses for a moment to allow the epic din from the crowd to settle down before she continues.]
Jenna: I see. Now, provided you are successful in defending your championship tonight, OLW’s roster has just been significantly increased. Are there any newcomers you see as a threat to your reign as champion?
Python: Of course! Old Line has standards… the best of the best! Everybody is a threat. Chas Robertson is a threat. Jim Candy is a threat. Jimmy Kort! Halloween! They’re both threats. Adrien Cochrane is a threat.
[Adrien’s name gets a good pop from the crowd,]
Python: Every wrestler in this building is good enough to hold the title right now, and don’t ever make the mistake of thinking otherwise. It’s not just about being good enough.
[He reaches off screen and grabs the championship belt, presumably off the floor. He rubs a spot of dirt off the strap, clutching the belt close to his breast and cradling it like a small child. His next words are soft.]
Python: The one who holds it is the one who needs it the most.
[With that, Python promptly brushes past Jenna and disappears from the room. She turns to the camera, puzzled. The camera hovers on her face for a few seconds before slowly moving across the room and around the side of the television, coming to a stop on the screen that Python had been intently watching. It’s… completely blank. From this angle, we can clearly see the power chord running from the back of the TV and curling across the floor. The plug at the end is lying on the floor just beneath the outlet on the wall.] |
NOW THE BROTHERHOOD vs ANGRY PISSED OFF MINORITIES AREN’T OFFENSIVE TO ANYONE GODDAMMIT
Well, Monstruo Enmascarado and Lobo Loco are indeed back – no sign of Billyo Killjoyo though.
And then out comes the Brotherhood, and good lord does Karl Pace make with the angry.
He storms into the ring and then proceeds to do what he does best, and possibly the only thing he does well. Nosell.Fucking.Everything. Decks each MU guy with a punch. Chokeslam on Lobo. Press slam on Monstruo. Lobo slows the assault down for a split second with a low blow. Double suplex attempt is blocked, two-man suplex by Pace on MU. Powerbomb on Monstruo. Powerbomb on Lobo, Pace hangs on for the pin this time.
Match Time: 3:54
Match Rating: *
Post match, a camera finds Billy Killjoy beaten unconscious backstage. |
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GEMMA’S ANGEL vs A N00B (w/FREDDY PHOENIX)
Machine Head’s “Imperium,” blasts through the sound system as the man with the coolest entrance music in OLW, the reigning Mid Atlantic/Chesapeake champ comes out from behind the curtain.
Clutching a title belt in each hand, Daeriq Damien raises his arms high showing of his shiny possessions, much like at the last Outrage the crowd again seems to be really into him as of late, I think its because of his kick ass use of entrance music.
Daeriq, in turn, is feeding off of the crowd reaction and is returning it as he interacts with the crowd, when did he become such a baby face?
He’ll need the crowd support tonight, because his opponent is the reigning WWA Double Crown Champion.
Upon reaching the ringside area, Daeriq slides in both belts underneath the bottom rope and then grabs the second rope lifting himself up to the ring’s edge. Once inside the ring he picks up both belts and climbs up a turnbuckle lifting them up for the crowd to see.
Domingo’s entrance music hits and out comes the reigning WWA Double Crown Champion fresh off of a successful title defense at Summer Games. There is a nice pop for Domingo too, it looks like the crowd is going to be evenly split tonight, with probably a little more towards Domingo. A whole hell of a lot of pops for Domingo’s manager, Freddy Phoenix who retired way too early.
The two men begin their march to the ring. Freddy gesturing to the occasional fan along the way while Eduardo stays a couple of steps in front of his mentor, eyeing their final destination. Once arriving to the ring Domingo rolls in from underneath the bottom rope while Phoenix opts to take the stairs.
Inside the ring, Domingo ricochets from one side of the ring to another as he gets a feel for the squared circle, As Daeriq Damien stands in the corner eyeing out his opponent. Freddy remains on the ring apron for a moment while he does this before entering. He gives his student a few words of advice before exiting the ring.
The bell rings and we begin.
Since this is a non-title match-up, the match will be fought under regular rules rather then the Mid-Atlantic or Chesapeake division rules.
Domingo goes for a lockup but Damien ducks, the Double Crown champ tries one more time but again the MA/CS champ ducks. Damien bounces off the ropes and bounces back towards Domingo for some sort of move, but Domingo leapfrogs over him.
Domingo now goes rope to rope and nails Damien with a dropkick. As Damien is getting back to his feet, Domingo applies an under-hook looking submission hold on Daeriq, who is quickly able to break free.
All lot of back and forth early on in this one.
Domingo whips Damien to the corner, and Damien gets the boot up as Domingo charges. It doesn’t knock Domingo down, just causes him to crouch a bit, Damien charges for a clothesline but Domingo sidesteps and goes for a swinging neck breaker only to get an elbow in the gut and a reversal by Damien who goes for a suplex, only to be countered by Domingo who nails a DDT. What a series of reversals. The crowd is really into this.
Domingo goes for the cover, but only gets barely a two count.
Both men are back to their feet now, and are exchanging lefts and rights. Towards the ropes they go Domingo plants Damien on the top turnbuckle and goes for a hurrincanrana, but Daeriq grabs the top rope, sending Domingo to the canvas. Damien leaps forward for an elbow drop, but Domingo rolls out of the way.
Ouch, loud thud as Damien’s elbow smashes against the canvas.
Domingo to his feet, bounces of the ropes and slides in nailing Damien with a baseball slide. Domingo now bounces of the ropes, for a moonsault and the cover.
1...
2...
3..
No, the referee signals that Damien kicked out just in the nick of time.
That was close.
Domingo can’t believe what just happened, he thought it was over. So did I and I think most of the crowd.
Both men are back to their feet now, Damien applies a side headlock and gets shot off to the ropes, shoulder blocks Domingo down. Daeriq hits the ropes again, but this time Domingo takes him down with a hip toss.
Damien is back to his feet quickly, as both men bounce of the ropes from opposite sides, double clothesline taking both competitors down.
The referee begins his count, but doesn’t have to take too long as both men are back to their feet. Daeriq Damien from out of nowhere with a flying head scissors, a quick eniguiri and he goes for the cover.
1...
2...
Not enough, the Double Crown Champion kicks out.
Damien goes to the top rope but Domingo charges, only to get knocked right down by the Mid-Atlantic/Chesapeake Champ. Damien flies through the air, but Domingo answers with a kick right to the gut, followed by a swift kick to the side of the head.
Domingo goes for the cover, this one should be over.
1...
2…
Not enough, Daeriq Damien finds a way to kick out. What a match.
Damien with open fisted punches, the Double Crown champ reverses into a swinging neck breaker.
Domingo springs towards the ropes and sort of glides to the top turnbuckle rather then climb it. Damien getting to his feet, Domingo going for the Maverick County Line, this one should be all over now. WHOA, Daeriq Damien finds a way to step out just in the nick of time, wraps his arms around Domingo and rolls him up.
1...
2...
3...
It’s over. Domingo is shocked, Damien himself is surprised. Daeriq Damien has scored himself an upset victory over the reigning Double Crown Champion.
WINNER: Daeriq Damien via pinfall following a roll-up.
Match Time: 16:09
Match Rating: *** (good action)
| “Live Interview” by The Brotherhood/Raf wrote: | #Reach out and touch faith#
#Your own, personal Jesus#
#Someone to hear your prayers#
#Someone who cares#
[“Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson blares through the PA systems and the crowd is unfamiliar with the theme song as no one in OLW uses it. Moments later, out comes the Big D flanked by the other two members of the Brotherhood, Karl Pace and Impact. The crowd immediately begins to boo them as they survey the arena from the top of the entranceway.]
#Your own, personal Jesus#
#Someone to hear your prayers#
#Someone who's there#
[Impact enters the ring first. Pace and Big D, however, stay outside of the ring conversing with one another. Pace is nodding to everything Big D is telling him, and they shake hands.]
#Feeling alone and your all alone#
#Flesh and bone by the telephone#
#Lift up the receiver, I’ll make you a believer#
[Big D enters the ring and dodges a cup of beer that had been thrown from the stands. Big D goes to a corner and gets onto the middle rope and raises his hands in the air. He begins to jaw with one of the fans in the front row.]
#Six of the tests, things in your chest#
#That you need to confess, I will deliver#
#You know I'm a forgiver#
#Reach out and touch Faith#
#Reach out and touch Faith#
[Big D jumps off the middle rope and signals for a mic. Impact walks over to the timekeeper’s table and grabs the microphone. He throws it to Big D who is standing in the middle of the ring with Pace behind him looking out to the stands.]
[The fans continue to boo as the music slowly fades into the background.]
Big D: I can wait.
[Crowd continues to boo loudly; a faint “asshole” chant can be heard.]
Big D: You know, the faster you guys can quiet down, the faster I can get out of here. Trust me, I don’t want to spend any more time than I need to looking at your sad, pathetic faces.
[Another cup of beer is thrown but only reached the ring apron.]
Big D: Whoever threw that…you’re already a better quarterback than what the Baltimore Ravens have.
[The Brotherhood have a chuckle and the crowd did not appreciate the joke.]
Big D: I gotta hand it to you guys. You guys come out here week after week and you boo me. You guys pay your hard earned money to come and see the Brotherhood, and you boo me. You don’t care if you lose your voices; all you care about is that I hear it from everyone in this building right?
[Crowd agrees by cheering.]
Big D: Well, I hate to break it to you. Cheer me, boo me, I don’t give a fuck. The fact of the matter is when I get home, and I open my mail, I’ll see a check that is more than what any of you make in one month! And that’s a fact!
[Crowd does not like that one either as they resort to booing again, but the crowd gets quiet.]
Big D: The last thing I wanted to do was to come out here and pick up a microphone and talk, but I wanted to clear any rumors…any confusion of the events of the last month or so. A few weeks ago, Karl Pace…
[Crowd boos and Pace flips the crowd off.]
Big D: Easy boy. A few weeks ago, Danny Vicious attacked Karl Pace.
[The crowd cheers and begins a “Vicious” chant. Impact covers the ears of Pace who doesn’t want any of it.]
Big D: In typical Untouchable fashion, they resorted to a backstage sneak attack. They used weapons; they locked me and Impact out so that the fight could be to their advantage. And look where it got us…
[Big D takes out his wallet and holds it up in the air.]
Big D: I am $20,000 lighter.
[The crowd cheers.]
Big D: Karl Pace has a court date later in the month.
[The crowd cheers again. Pace threatens to walk out of the ring and head into the stands but Impact holds him back.]
Big D: Quite simply, the Untouchables have made our lives a living hell. But it’s going to stop tonight. I’m going to keep this short and sweet. We are calling the Untouchables out! We don’t care if it’s Kai Scott. We don’t care if it’s Heidi. We want to settle this score tonight!
[The crowd approves. It’s the first time in a long while they have cheered for anything that has come out of Big D’s mouth.]
Big D: We can cut the show short for all I care. I came out here in a $5,000 suit. I have a custom made Marc Ecko watch on me, I have thousands of dollars in my wallet and I am willing to throw all of that away for a fight against the Untouchables. So bring them out…all six of them if necessary.
[The crowd looks on, but nobody is showing up. Pace takes the microphone away from Big D. Impact and D look on, and the Brotherhood begin to jaw at one another. Pace backs them away and looks to the entranceway.]
Pace: Did Danny Vicious forget about me? Did he forget about the Brotherhood? Did he forget that that cockeyed bastard busted me open!? Did he forget that because of him, I spent the night in jail!? Huh? Show your faces! We are through with the fun and games!
(v.o Danny Vicious)
# Now here’s a little story I’m bout to tell #
# About three bad brothers that you know so well #
# It started way back in history #
# With The Jeffman, Long, and me – Danny! #
# Been had a little horsey named Paul Revere #
# Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer #
# Riding cross the land, kicking up sand #
# O-L-Dub’s on my tail cos I’m in demand #
# One lonely UT I be #
# All by myself without nobody #
# The sun was beating down on my baseball cap #
# The air was getting hot, my beer was getting flat #
# Looking for a girl, I ran into this guy #
# His name was Jeffy A, I said howdy he said #
Andrews (on mic): Why in the hell can’t the Brotherhood SHUT THE HELL UP for once?
[The crowd begins to cheer as out steps Danny Vicious with a baseball bat in hand, followed by Jeff Andrews (unarmed) and Ronnie Long (wielding a lead pipe). Fans are amped up. Pace begins to smile. He makes his way out of the ring but is stopped by Big D and Impact. Big D is telling Pace to come back into the ring. Vicious looks on swinging the bat back and forth. Big D is urging Pace not to fight, but the temptation to get revenge is too strong. Pace shoves Big D and Impact aside and charges towards Vicious. Danny sidesteps a charging Pace and hits Pace across the back with the bat. Pace delivers a headbutt and these two begin to brawl! Big D and Impact are in the ring looking on. Once again Pace has gone on instinct, not thinking things through. He grabs the mic.]
Big D: This is not the Brotherhood way!
[Pace throws Vicious face first into the barricade. Pace attempts a boot to the face but Vicious moves out of the way and delivers a spear that sends Pace down! Security and referees are on the scene as they try and break these men up but to no avail as both men fight their way to the back. The crowd loves every minute of this.]
Big D: Enough! We are not leaving until we get the Untouchables in the ring, right now!
[They got their wish as the fans rise to their feet and begin to cheer loudly as Jeff Andrews and Ronnie Long appear begin making their way to the ring.]
Big D: Look at that! The man that I have been calling out for months has finally answered the call, but in typical Jeff Andrews fashion…he does not come alone. You know what big man, tell your boy Ronnie Long that his services are not needed. If you want to throw down, you better come in here alone.
[Jeff Andrews surveys the crowd response and he whispers something to Long who nods in agreement and walks to the back. Jeff begins to slowly walk down to the ring never letting Big D out of his sight.]
Big D: 16 months Jeff, I have been waiting for this. That’s right big man, step into my ring so I can show you why I am the true OLW World Champion.
[Big D drops the mic and takes off his jacket, his watch, and his necklace and hands it over to Impact. He rolls up his sleeves. He tells Impact to leave the ring with his apparel. He does. Jeff is walking up the ring steps. Big D is standing in the middle of the ring telling Jeff to bring it on. Jeff enters the ring, he walks towards Big D who begins to step back and then he rolls out of the ring leaving Jeff in the middle of the squared circle. Jeff has a smirk on his face. The crowd immediately begins to boo even starting a small “you’re a pussy” chant. A cup of beer is thrown into Big D’s face as he meets up with Impact in the aisle. Jeff is staring a hole into the remaining members of the Brotherhood.]
[Impact and Big D begin to walk to the back but not before Big D looks back and mouths “not tonight” to Jeff as “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson plays once again. Big D and Impact stand at the beginning of the aisle way and raise their hands in the air as Jeff continues to look on in the middle of the ring.] |
BLOODY HEIDI vs KHALID JAD’S NICKNAME IS RACIST AND WOULD GET ME IN TROUBLE
The bell sounds and Heidi and Khalid Jad stand face to face in the center of the ring. Jad goes for a spinning heel kick, which Heidi deftly ducks, and returns fire with a attempted leg sweep, which Jad steps back from. Heidi regains her standing position as Jad throws her to the ropes. Jad runs himself, and they both miss with double dropicks, to the delight of the crowd in attendance.
They're both quick to their feet, Heidi moving a little quicker nailing Jad with a quick thrust kick to the midsection which doubles over the young Iraqi phenom. Heidi is back to her feet where she crushes Jad with a shining black from the ropes.
Heidi slaps on a juji-gatame, sending Jad scrambing for a rope break, which he manages to get after considerable consternation. Heidi immediately relents and picks him up, whipping him into the ropes.. she goes for an armdrag.. but Jad doesn't budge. Jad clubs her across the chest with his arm, and before you know it has her head over heels with a snap suplex.
Jad quickly capitalizes and hits her with a standing moonsault for a 1 count. He hauls her up once more, and whips her into the ropes, where his attempt at an arm drag is countered met with a dropkick to the knee of Jad, putting the former WWA champion on one knee. Heidi goes for a shining wizard, but Jad sees is coming and rolls out, leaving Heidi awkwardly on the mat. They struggle to their feet at roughly the same time, and miss each other one more time with a pair of dropkicks.
The fans react with respect for the two former champions.
Jad goes for a roundhouse kick, but Heidi slinks back at the last second, coming up and disorienting Jad with a headbutt for good measure. She sends him to the ropes with an irish whip.. but Jad springboards off the ropes and nails Heidi with a back elbow smash. Jad goes for another standing moonsault, but Heidi rolls away, and kips up herslef, landing a senton on Jad.
Heidi stalks Jad in the ring, and when he gets up, she hits the ropes and nails him with a standing head scissor. She gets up and hits a standing moonsault of her own. She pulls Jad up, who stops her in her tracks with a boot to the midsection, and hits her with a DDT, with a followup cover for a quick two count.
Jad pulls Heidi up, but before he can do anything, she breaks from his grasp, running the ropes and hitting Jad with a hurricanrana for a surprisingly long two count. Jad powers out of the pin, sending Heidi sprawling into the ropes. Jad gets up, runs the ropes and slams a knee into the back of Heidi, whose head was precariously positioned over the middle rope.
Hiedi drops to the canvas, winded, as Jad sizes her up for a top rope legdrop, which connects for a long two count. As Jad goes to pick up Heidi, she rolls through, trapping him in a omo-plata. Jad writhes in pain, as Heidi slides up, applying more pressure to the shoulder of Jad. Jad manages to finally get a foot on the bottom rope, and Heidi obligingly lets go, pulling Jad up and leveling him with a crescent kick.
She pulls him up and drives him right back down with a DDT, for a long two count. She grabs him again, but Jad counters with a small package for a quick two count. They both get up cautiously, before Heidi uses her superior speed to hit Jad with another crescent kick, which he catches! Heidi goes for an enzugiri, but Jad ducks it, and drops an elbow onto the small of the back of Heidi.
Jad slowly gets up, and measures Heidi for another elbow, but Heidi rolls out, leaving Jad vulnerable for long enough for Heigi to get him in a small package for a long two count. Heidi gets up, pulling Jad along with her, and runs him to the ropes and his him with a knee to the midsection. He doubles over, and Heidi hits him with a butterfly suplex, which gets her another two count. Smelling the beginning of the end, Heidi pulls a very weary Khalid Jad up.. she hoists him up for a Schwein, but, Jad reverses it into a sunset flip!
1...
2....
3Kickout
Winner: Khalid Jad by pinfall at 16:34.
Match Rating: *** (Good exhibition style match)
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[Of course, OLW Heavyweight Title defense are aired in full, not recap]
[The tribal sounding beats that open “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones begin to roll through The Arena. Sounds a little bit different than usual, though…]
Conarri: And we’re about to get our main event underway here, folks. Let’s take it to Tracie.
Ferraro: The following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the OLW Heavyweight Title! Introducing first, the challenger…! Hailing from Rochester, New York, and weighing in at 221 lbs! He is… CHRISTOPHER… BAAAAAAARRRTTTTOONNNNN!!!!
[And then, the unmistakable lyric style of Axl Rose hits.]
# Please allow me to introduce myself #
# I’m a man of wealth and taste #
# I’ve been around for a long, long year #
# Stole many a man’s soul and faith #
Styles: That’s the Guns N’ Roses version of “Sympathy for the Devil”, and here comes Barton!
Conarri: Christopher Barton, don’t call him Chris, has been on a roll ever since arriving in OLW. He has yet to lose a singles match, he’s pinned Python directly in a tag match at one point. He has a lot of momentum going…
# I was around when Jesus Christ #
# Had his moment of doubt and pain #
# Made damn sure that Pilate #
# Washed his hands and sealed his fate #
[As the chorus hits, Barton steps out through the curtains at the top of the aisle.]
BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
# Pleased to meet you #
# Hope you guessed my name #
# But what’s puzzling you, is the #
# Nature of my game #
Stanton: They say he wrestles like a man twice his age. He’s not the biggest in the game. He’s not ripped like Andrews, he’s not huge like Vicious, he’s not quick like Domingo or Python himself. But he knows how to work a match, and you know what I think? I think the style that Barton works might just be that kryptonite that Python’s had to watch out for.
Styles: Yeah. And he WILL drop Python on his HEAD. You KNOW that.
# I stuck around St Petersberg #
# When I saw it was a time for a change #
# I killed the Czar and his ministers #
# Anastasia screamed in vain #
# I rode a tank #
# Held a general’s rank #
# When the Blitzkrieg ran #
# And the bodies stank #
[Barton has his game face on. He shakes his head a few times, adjusts the shoulder straps on his wrestling singlet, then jogs to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope. Instead of playing to the fans, he tests the ropes out, bouncing his back against them, then running them once.]
# Pleased to meet you #
# Hope you guessed my name #
# But what’s puzzling you, is the #
# Nature of my game #
# Ha-ha! #
[And then the music fades.]
RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Ferraro: And the champion!
[The piano intro to “Broadcast Quality” by The Receiving End of Sirens suddenly rings through the arena as the entire room shimmers and grows dark. The crowd jumps to their feet, roaring in anticipation.]
Conarri: We’re about to see one hell of a battle here, folks. The challenger is relatively recently off a reign as WWA Double Crown Champion has overcome personal grief and the wrath of the Untouchables to make it here tonight. It’s his first shot at a heavyweight title, and he wants to make it one to remember.
[The full band kicks in and the lights flash violently back on, illuminating the entire arena in a fierce red glow.]
# How'd you know to find me here? #
# Tipped off you tiptoed to the tune of tapped wires and insider information #
# This manifested destiny you think you can bestow on me, #
# An epidemic with allure that brings intrigue to the dullest minds #
Ferraro: Hailing from Newark, New Jersey, and weighing in at 178lbs... he is your reigning OLW Heavyweight Champion…! HE… IS… PYYYYYTHOONNNNNNNNN!!!!
RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
[Another roar goes up from the fans as Python trots out onto the entrance ramp, stopping to throw a fist in the air and scream back at the crowd. As usual, Python looks entirely focused and right at home. The OLW Heavyweight Title is buckled around his waist.]
# "Fix your broken eyes on me," she said #
# As she draped her arms around my neck #
# But her wrist felt just like rope #
# As they grazed my neck #
# And her fingers, like spiders #
# spun a web my body couldn't shed #
Conarri: Python’s coming off a good showing at Summer Games, and more than that, he’s successfully defended his title, defeating former champ Danny Vicious in a rematch to retain.
Styles: He hasn’t got much psychology, but he’s got heart and he’s got speed. And really, what does he care how many snowflakes his match gets if he retains his belt?
[After slapping hands with fans all the way down the entrance ramp, the young high-flyer hits the ring.]
# And on the eve of battle I'll lay these arms to rest #
# Have my subordinate coordinates finally turned themselves in? #
# Transmitted, encoded, but encryptions have eroded #
# Now my whereabouts are living in the airwaves thanks to me #
[He rolls under the bottom rope and jumps to his feet. He acknowledges the fans one more time before walking to the corner of the ring and facing the turnbuckle, standing with his head bowed for a few moments and muttering a silent prayer under his breath.]
# "Fix your broken eyes on me," she said #
# As she draped her arms around my neck #
# But her wrist felt just like rope #
# As they grazed my neck #
# And her fingers, like spiders #
# spun a web my body couldn't shed #
[After he finishes, he places a hand to his heart, raises it to the sky, and turns his attention to the ring.]
DING! DING! DING!
Conarri: We’re off, and the challenger immediately whips the champ to the mat with a headlock takedown!
[Grimacing, Barton cranks on the side headlock, appearing determined to pop Python’s head right off his shoulders. Python fights up to his feet, only to get whipped back down. Barton cranks on the hold again, earning a yelp from Python. Again the challenger fights to his feet, again Barton whips him down…]
Conarri: Python lands on his feet, snapmare! Barton quickly to a vertical base, catches a dropkick! Quickly to a vertical base again, and he’s back into the ropes as Python beckons him on.
Stanton: I think you said earlier, Ceet, that Barton knows he can’t match speed with Python, and he’s going to have to use his superior technical ability to his best advantage.
Styles: Python’s resilient, he can get dropped on his head and not die unlike few other wrestlers, but it’s gonna be harder for him to do that if Barton wears his stamina out.
[Barton calls for a tie-up. Python locks up, cartwheels out and arm drags Barton over. Python again throws a dropkick, knocking Barton to the mat. Barton quickly moves to a seated position, only to catch a flying knee to the jaw. Again he falls back to the ropes, again Python moves in quickly, and Barton catches him in a back body drop that sends Python flying over the top rope… and he lands on his feet on the apron!]
Conarri: Springboard spinning heel kick connects with the back of Barton’s head! Python now heading across the ring, up to the top rope, waiting on Barton to get up… missile dropkick! You just can’t do what Barton’s doing now, and that is giving Python room to run around the ring. Once he’s doing that, he’s so fast you can’t figure out where he’s going to come at you from next.
[Python runs up another turnbuckle… but Barton runs the ropes, crotching Python.]
Styles: That there was the ring experience. Barton figured he had a 50 percent chance of hitting the ropes Python was on, and even if he guessed wrong, he might screw up Python’s aim. And now Python’s gonna…
WHAM!
[Barton takes Python up in a waist lock, slams him front first to the mat, and immediately drops shoulder-first on Python’s back. The fans voice disapproval as Barton clubs Python over the square of the back several times, then walks him backwards into the turnbuckle.]
Stanton: Barton’s not usually much of a brawler, but…
Styles: Axehandle to the chest of Python! Knee to the midsection! Fireman’s carry… into a gutbuster. And Barton quickly hooks on a bodyscissor… somehow I don’t find that move as awesome as I did watching Jane use it at Summer Games.
Conarri: His strategy is clear, though. Focus on the torso, on the ribcage of Python. It’s one of the first things I learned way back when I was being trained to wrestle – keep breathing, keep breathing, the body isn’t recovering when it’s not getting any oxygen.
[Python twists around so that he’s in guard position, then somersaults his way out of the hold, kicking Barton in the face with his heels on the way. Both men are back up to their feet at the same time, Barton grabs the side headlock and tries another takedown, Python braces, tries a backdrop, Barton lowers his center of gravity and Python can’t pull him up, and Barton delivers a huge knee lift that sends Python flopping backwards.]
Stanton: After that initial flurry by Python, this one’s been all Barton.
[Barton pulls Python and tries for an Irish whip. Python hangs onto the arm, delivering a falling arm breaker. Using the arm to keep Barton from rolling away, he jumps and lands a big legdrop across the back of Barton’s head.]
Styles: You were saying?
[Python runs off the ropes, handsprings, and catches Barton with a flying back elbow. Barton bails out of the ring. Python grabs the ropes, sets up a plancha… ]
[Launches himself…]
[Barton sidesteps!]
[…and Python, expecting it, lands on his feet, only to drill the startled Barton with an enzuigiri! Barton falls to one knee, and Python spins in place to deliver a scissor kick to the back of his head. Jumping to the apron, Python hops to the second rope, flips backwards with a moonsault, rotating as he flips, and lands back first across Barton on the floor!]
Conarri: There’s a reason they call it death defying. Taking those dives to the floor can hurt you as much as, or even worse than, your opponent. But Python excels at that, and he hit the rotating moonsault dead on.
[Python throws Barton into the ring, and heads to the ring apron.]
Conarri: Python, waiting on the ring apron…
WHAAAAAM!
Styles: And Barton done caught him right out of the air!
Stanton: Looked like Barton was expecting whatever Python was trying.
Conarri: That swan dive DDT we’ve seen from him lately. Barton caught a leg and spiked him on his head with a fisherman’s buster.
[Barton rolls into a “just chinlock”. Think crossface without the arm hook.]
Styles: And that right there’ll do some damage. He’s got the head, the jaw, the neck, all under a lot of torque.
[Python slips one arm inside the lock and spins.]
Conarri: Python counters with a backslide! First cover of the match!
ONE…!
……TWOKickout!
Stanton: Didn’t keep Barton down long.
Styles: And Barton with another knee lift, gutwrench suplex connects, and into a front headlock and arm lock.
[Barton snarls this time as he cranks on Python’s neck. From a smark point of view, you have to acknowledge how damn good he is at selling intensity to disguise the fact that he is in fact using a resthold in a title match. Python looks for a way out of it, can’t find one. He makes a slow crawl to the ropes, sticking his ankle on them. Ever alert, referee Charlie Strembatel calls for the break. Barton drops the hold on the count of 2.]
Conarri: He didn’t want to let go of that one, Barton didn’t. Pulling Python back to his feet, hooking a full nelson!
[Python jumps, manages to grab his own knee with both hands. Lacing his fingers together, he begins to use this trick to power loose from the half nelson. Barton responds by dropping down to a half nelson, then flat to the mat, and then turning Python over for a cross body pin!]
ONE…!
…TWO…Kickout!
Styles: Haven’t seen that one since high school.
Conarri: So conventional it’s almost unconventional. Barton grabs a front chancery on Python, and he’s just keeping it hooked, leaning on one knee for leverage… Python’s in the ropes and he’s going to have to break it.
Stanton: You know, Barton’s a grappler, and that’s gotta be frustrating. He has all these reversals at his disposal, and because Python won’t, you know, quit flying around and kicking him, he can’t use them.
[Python twists out of the front chancery and pulls Barton over in a crucifix rollup!]
ONE…!
…TWO…!
……Kickout!
Conarri: Solid two off the reversal for Python, and now he’s laying in some forearm shots to the chest of Barton – not so effective.
Styles: NOTHING MOVES THE BLOB!
[Barton intercepts a forearm shot and hooks Python in an abdominal stretch, rolling him backwards for the pin.]
ONE…!
…TWO…!
……Kickout!
[Not letting up, Barton takes Python to the mat with a drop toe hold and hooks him in a chickenwing, turning him over for the pin – but he’s in the ropes.]
Styles: On a more serious subject, that’s a rare miscue from Barton there. He’s trying to wear down and frustrate Python, but he’s getting a little frustrated himself.
[Barton goes back to the half nelson. Python jumps, bounces his feet off the top rope, spins to break the hold and catches Barton on the way down with a bulldog!]
RRRRRRAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
Conarri: Fans glad to see Python back in this one.
[Python jumps, looking for a ‘rana. Barton tries to catch him – and so Python flips on down over his back, catching his arms…]
Conarri: And Python’s got The Constrictor applied on Barton!
Styles: Not one of the moves we’ve seen him do a lot lately. Now Barton’s in pain…
[Barton kicks his legs around and manages to roll Python back onto his own shoulders. Python has to drop the hold to avoid being pinned. But he does take Barton down in a sunset flip. Barton is out quickly, but Python’s ready with a seated dropkick to the face.]
Stanton: Python’s heading out to the ring apron again…
[Python springboards as Barton stands up and turns around…]
Conarri: Huracarrana Driver connects! Python just planted Barton head first into the canvas, and he’s going for the cover!
ONE…!
…TWO…!
……THRE…KICKOUT!
[Python bolts at Barton, spins to the side at the last minute and Russian legsweeps him, braces himself, and throws a standing shooting star press, landing on top for the pin!]
ONE…!
…TWO…!
……THRE…!
………EEEE…KICKOUT!
Conarri: Python with a string of near falls there, waiting on Barton to get to his feet, leaps, ‘rana attempt but Barton pushes him back, catches him with a boot, and a
Styles: BRAAAAIIINNNNBUSTAAAAHHH!!!!
WHAAAAAAM!!!
[Barton scooped Python up in vertical suplex position and dropped him right on his head.]
Conarri: Barton going for a cover…
ONE…!
…TWO…!
……THRE…
………EEEE…
…………KICKOUT!!!!
RRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Stanton: Almost had a new champion!
[Barton slams the mat with both palms, scoops Python up and plants him with the Black Crush!]
OOOHHHHH!!!!
[Again, Barton grabs Python in vertical suplex position.]
Conarri: Probably going for the Orange Crush this time…
[As Barton drops Python, Python somehow manages to catch Barton around the neck with his legs! He swings to the side, dragging the challenger over…]
Styles: Counter by Python! And he’s going for La Magistral!
ONE…!
…TWO…!
……THRE…!
………EEEE…
…………EEEE!!!!
Conarri: HE GOT HIM! PYTHON WINS! PYTHON WINS!
[Python flops over on his back, exhausted. Barton, on both knees and looking shellshocked, holds up three fingers to Charlie Strembatel.]
Ferraro: Here is your winner, and STILL OLW Heavyweight Champion… PYTHON!
RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
[Python, with the help of the ropes, climbs to his feet. Barton is still on his knees, staring at his hands, occasionally shaking his head.]
Conarri: Great showing from the challenger. Barton got about 80% of the offense in on that match, but in the end, Python’s speed was just too much.
Styles: Well, Python didn’t put him away with the Snakebite or Rana Driver. He put him away with a flash pin.
[Strembatel, taking the OLW Heavyweight Title belt, hands it to Python. Barton suddenly jumps to his feet. Strembatel steps to separate the two men…]
[But all Barton does is extend his hand.]
[Python accepts it, and the two men shake.]
RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
[His statement made, Barton leaves the ring. Python heads straight up the turnbuckle, throwing the belt over his head in one hand.] |
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CREDITS
TWI vs VSC: Jeff
Halloween vs Kaladaro vs Jones: Jeff
Candy vs Robertson vs FDJ: Jason/Catalyst
Kort vs Cochrane: Danimal
UntouchablesAVL vs Syndicate: Lee R.
Milenko vs Drago: Greg/Python
Brotherhood vs MU: Jeff
Damien vs Domingo: Joe
Heidi vs Jad: RyanD
Python vs Barton: Jeff |
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