10-31-07
LIVE From the Gravy Palace in Utah
The WILD Halloween SPOOKTACULAR
THE NIGHT OF SUPRISES
It's a packed house here at the Gravy Palace, right here in scenic UTAH.
over 500 fans have gathered here in the somewhat modest civic center to support Pro Wrestling WILD as well as CHARITY.
Half of the gate tonight will go directly to CHARITY.
(Charity funds may not go directly to charity)
The Crowd is ready-The arena goes DARK!
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WOW! Surprises and action (and costumes) abound! Luchadores, Canada vs. Hollywood, and the return of CAPTAIN PILEDRIVER!
INCREDIBLE!
The next match pits WILD ring veterans Tommy Fiero and Brian Lee (collectively know as TOMMY LEE) against a pair of mystery opponents here on HALLOWEEN!
[SPOILER BREAK]
An interesting match- pitting 'Spartan' Tod Petngild and Beenie Bear vs. two superior opponents.
Tiger Mullet and Perfect Lee just had a good time out there, seemingly just tuning up for more stiff WILD tag team competition.
Next up, the hard working Busch Boys with their mystery partner take on the legendary Johnny BINGO and TWO of his mystery partners.
Johnny Bingo was quoted in saying that his team will bring down the house, and has been the cause of much online speculation as to who his two mystery partners might actually be. Names like Lord Vermin, Judge, or even PHAQ have been floating around...
-but there's only one way to really find out-
To the match!
[SPOILER BREAK]
Johnny Bingo did it again. With a team that was.... unique to say the least. Not only unique, but an actual force to be reckoned with as the 'Buschwhackers' and their partner PARADIGM found out. Another competitive contest down and that leads straight into a DISCO INTERMISSION.
The crowd here at the Gravy Palace are deffinitely being entertained if nothing else.
The crowd settles back to the announcement that the next match will be HYBRID WRESTLING. Pitting Ronnie Dod- leader of the Ron Kwan Doh dojo against the young Park Young Tae of the PTFW school.
Which will reign supreme in this contest of skills and wills?
The code of Power, Hit, Slammerin' that is the core of Ron Kwan Doh?
-Or the silent strength of those who follow the PTFW path?
The battle will tell the tale:
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'Ha Do Ken' Park Young Tae has just shown more heart than perhaps even the south american kid on Captain Planet could have.... But all the heart in the world just couldn't keep Park from being run over by the all the beef coming straight at him.
Ronnie was really working the crowd to a frenzy at times, just cutting off all hope for Park whenever he tried to rally.
Ronnie Dod has definitely sent a message here tonight, and I believe that WILD may be seeing some DOJO RIVALRY on the horizon.
Next up : LRI with their mystery man vs. THE IRISH. Yes, that's right -all of them. At least all the ones under contract. Sean, Paddy, the allied Sit Kwok Fu, and even BATTLE SEAMUS(the midget) will compete against whatever the LRI has to throw at them tonight.
This feud is just heating up and I'm sure that this will tornado match will be as intense and brutal as the previous matches these two teams have had-
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The LRI had one of their signature lunatic game plans in full effect tonight- with the PE-LRI outfits, the appearance of GOLDlip- and the surprise emergence of DAN DEAD- what were the irish boys supposed to do? Well, they fought. That's what they do. Only it was only poor little BATTLE SEAMUS (the midget) that proved to be the weak link after being powerbombed IMMENSELY by Dan Dead.
Wee Seamus seemed OK after the match, but Dan Dead proved a powerful ally for LRI.
Next up, in the MAIN EVENT Jack Dod and Jason Blackheart will try to top each other in this contest of the mystery partners: the fans have been buzzing about this match for weeks- and now it's time to see who will reign SUPREME on HALLOWEEN!!
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OH MY GOD!!!
SAYTAN!! SANTA!!! JACK DOD!! JASON BLACKHEART!!!
Jason felled the devil himself! HE TAPPED THE DEVIL!!
AFTER the Sanctus Deus BACKBREAKER! There has not been one of those done in a wrestling ring ever since Santo himself crossed overe to the other side!!!!
Uh oh- Blackheart has that WILD look in his eye!!!
Officials enter the ring to calm him down before things get out of hand- OH NO!! Decepticon Driver on the official!!! -Santa saw that, and doesn't know what to think!
"Very Naughty!"
He calls more officials and Santa makes his way over and ~gets a CHOKESLAM! Not to Santa!!
DECEPTICON DRIVER!!! More officials!
The head trauma and caffiene with drawls have made Jason Blackheart a more unstable force than EVER BEFORE!!!!!
SAYTAN CLIMBS BACK IN! JASON BLACKHEAT ATTACKS AGAIN!
DECEPTICON DRIVER!
DECEPTICON DRIVER!
DECEPTICON DRIVER!
~~STUNNNNORR!!!
Jack Dod left the ring right after the match and JASON BLACKHEART IS KING OF HALLOWEEN!!!
10.27.2007
11.4.07 -- WILD TV
11.4.07 - WILD TV
1. Sit vs Bobo Gomez
2. Shady/Juan Leche vs Billy Hollywood/Kyle Walker
3. Jason Blackhart vs Caleb/Ronnie Dod
4. Spunk/Dante Black vs Tommy Lee (Tommy Fiero/Brian Lee)
5. Pro-Wrestling WILD Tag Team Championship: Los Rudos Infiernos (Stuart Robinson/VD Dod)(C) vs Celtic Bruisers (Sean Gabriel/Paddy Baker)
1. Sit vs Bobo Gomez
2. Shady/Juan Leche vs Billy Hollywood/Kyle Walker
3. Jason Blackhart vs Caleb/Ronnie Dod
4. Spunk/Dante Black vs Tommy Lee (Tommy Fiero/Brian Lee)
5. Pro-Wrestling WILD Tag Team Championship: Los Rudos Infiernos (Stuart Robinson/VD Dod)(C) vs Celtic Bruisers (Sean Gabriel/Paddy Baker)
WILD Saturday Night #5
Rumors of a re-tooled junior heavyweight division have begun to attract the interest of talent from across the industry, with Fusion Dojo’s Kikkoman being the latest to step up to prove his worth. He took on shifty Chicano 50 Centavos in the first match of the night, a blistering paced affair that really showed off what juniors are capable of. 50 Centavos wound up getting worn out by the faster Kikkoman, having to resort to groin shots and chokes in an attempt to keep pace, but this strategy only served to anger the soy sauce themed dynamo, resulting in a torrent of lariats, sleeper drops and northern lights suplexes that put him away.
Scant moments after Kikkoman triumphantly left the ring and headed for the back his progress was halted by none other than the effeminate one: MIRYOKO! Blaring techno music and androgynous female models covered in glitter (think “Simply Irresistible”) tossing streamers about accompanied his entrance, making for a scene that would (and did) make any red blooded rasslin’ fan angrier than a barrel of hornets falling off Niagara Falls. Amidst the cascade of fan-thrown garbage MIRYOKO, through an interpreter, chastised WILD for its poor record keeping, deriding the board of directors for not knowing who the WILD Junior Heavyweight Champion is. But MIRYOKO’s solution to this was simple; award HIM the title so he can lead Pro Wrestling WILD into a golden age of high fashion and elegant violence.
Enter Juan Leche and Kyle Walker, even angrier than a barrel of hornets falling off Niagara Falls. In the past few weeks both men have been shown up by MIRYOKO but their appearance here suggested they were not ready to see WILD’s juniors ruled by this … fag, can I say fag? I’ll say fag. Problem is Leche and Walker are engaged in a bit of a friendly rivalry of their own, so instead of presenting a unified front they spent precious moments trying to decide just who would speak on the behalf of Pro Wrestling WILD. Precious moments that were put to great use by MIRYOKO’s bodyguards, the lurking Ninja Express! Mua ha ha.
But Walker, having seen this tactic used the week before at a VWA Lite show, thought quick on his feet, refusing to engage the Ninjas in what would have amounted to a street fight, instead retreating to the other side of the ring (and suggesting Leche do the same), grabbing a mic and demanding satisfaction in an officially sanctioned match! The fans roared their approval and a member of the WILD booking committee, conveniently sitting in the front row, ordered a tag match to take place right then and there! Hooray for coincidences!
Clearly still not confident of his young partner’s abilities, Leche wound up doing most of the work in this one while Walker – having faced the Ninjas many times in his young career – shouted out warnings from the corner. Somehow this worked for them, leading to a Juan Leche win via Leche Splash despite the usual Ninja trickery. However, even in victory, Leche and Walker found something to argue about, resulting in them getting Pearl Harbored by MIRYOKO and the Ninjas anyways, who, after the swift beating, claimed the boots of Leche and the shiny shirt of Walker as trophies.
The team of Wild Bill and El Justiciero returned this week, now wishing to be known as The Lawgivers. They took the time before the next match to install security cameras around the ring, a smart move given the tendencies of their opponents: Da Busch Boyz! This precaution actually prevented cheating for the most part, resulting in what almost became the first clean match ever wrestled by Da Boyz o’ Busch, that is until their manager Master P “just happened” to walk in front of one camera with a large sign that said “Number 3 Ain’t Good ‘Nuff 4 Me!” (Referring, we presume, to da Busch Boyz low spot on the card) This enabled Duz Busch to nail El Justiciero, enabling bro Raz to get the win via backdrop hold.
People ask why Bret Stillman, he of the antiquated move set and two match losing streak, keeps getting booked on Saturday Night. The answer is simple: this kid is super talented TNT just waiting to detonate! Despite another loss this week, this time to the America hating Ayatollah Ali Jihad (who, we’d like to point out, still cashes his checks here), Stillman looked great, improving as usual while damn near pulling this one out. Jihad was in rough shape when all was said and done, limping after taking tons of knee damage and bruised all over after trying to take the fight outside, only to see Stillman out-brawl him there! He finally had to resort to a kick to the gut with his loaded, pointy boot, setting up the win with his Persian Crab maneuver, after which he beat feet to get as far away from Stillman as possible!
With another win, their second in a row, this time over MPLL’s Pedro Guterez and Jay Gold, the Spunk Pro team of Ken Shields and Tomohiro Ito is beginning to turn some heads in Pro Wrestling WILD. But some of this newfound attention may wind up being undesirable, especially in the case of Da Busch Boyz, who took it upon themselves to make another appearance mid-match as part of their “Petition for Recognition” thing. The distraction very nearly caused Shields and Ito to lose, leading to a near altercation after the match that was stopped by WILD security, finally earning their pay after what happened earlier in the night.
A short time later La Cosa Nostra, sans Paradigm, called out Paddy Baker from the center of the ring, saying the grumpy Irish tough had to be made accountable for some rather sizable gambling debts. Baker made his way out accompanied by Sit Kwok Fu and laughed off the demands, asking where their “boss” was (referring to Paradigm). Raymond Bianco Jr. said Paradigm had merely contracted La Cosa Nostra to provide him a service, a service which was to be paid with monies earned by beating the spread against Baker last week. Since Baker won, said monies were not paid and, therefore, Baker was to be held responsible.
When Baker queried once again as to the whereabouts of Paradigm, Bianco just laughed and said he was out shoe shopping. Could he mean … nah, that’s just too evil!
Baker refused to pay shit, saying he worked way too hard for his money to pay for the mistakes of some ignorant whelp, telling Bianco his thugs would have to beat the cash out of him. Bianco’s response was both chilling and expected: “That can be arranged …”
Cue impromptu tag team action, with Baker and Kwok Fu taking on the debuting Rick Briggs and Ted Zannino of La Cosa Nostra! The match was exactly what you might expect, with Briggs and Zannino making up for their wrestling skill with concrete like punches that swelled up the faces of their opponents like rotten sausages. Amazingly, despite the punishment, the Celtic Bruisers persevered, with Kwok Fu in particular showing just how far he has come since tagging with Baker and Gabriel. Baker himself, continuing to astound despite his age, pulled victory from the jaws of defeat with an inverted piledriver on Zannino in the middle of a confusing melee. Paddy and Sit beat a hasty retreat while Bianco yelled at his boys, and you just know this war is far from over …
Main event time, with Martin Fairbairn seeking revenge against Ronnie Dod for the role he played in last week’s demolition of Park Young Tae. This was just a fucking street fight from the word go as Martin sought to beat the apology he would never otherwise get from the corpulent Ron Kwan Do master. All seconds had been barred from ringside, which makes sense given both the nature of this burgeoning feud AND the nature of the factions to which they belong, but someone forgot to exclude Da Busch Boyz (really, them again?) and entourage, who came to the ring through the crowd doin’ their petition for recognition thang.
This turned out to be a ruse, showing they have balls the size of small moons, jumping Dod and Fairbairn in the middle of their match, stomping away at them with steel toed Timberlands and Fungo bats! The attack was swift, with Master P declaring Da Busch Boyz as “Da Big Dawgs in da Yard” over and over again on a cell phone that was somehow piped through the arena’s PA system. And then, just as swift as it had begun Da Boyz took off from where they came, just avoiding certain retribution at the hands of whatever Dods and PTFW members had been witness to the attack from the backstage monitors.
Something tells me Da Busch Boyz are going to regret this …
1) Kikkoman ~16:02 Sleeper Drop~ 50 Centavos
2) Juan Leche O/ Kyle Walker ~22:18 Leche Splash~ Ninja Express [Ninja I/ Ninja II X]
3) Da Busch Boyz [Raz Busch O/ Duz Busch] ~19:49 Backdrop Hold~ The Lawgivers [Wild Bill/ El Justiciero X]
4) Ayatollah Ali Jihad ~21:54 Persian Crab~ Bret Stillman
5) Ken Shields/ Tomohiro Ito O ~21:29 German Suplex Hold~ Pedro Guterez X/ Jay Gold
6) Celtic Bruisers [Paddy Baker O/ Sit Kwok Fu] ~26:28 Inverted Piledriver~ La Cosa Nostra [Rick Briggs/ Ted Zannino X]
7) Martin Fairbairn ~12:06 No Contest!~ Ronnie Dod
Scant moments after Kikkoman triumphantly left the ring and headed for the back his progress was halted by none other than the effeminate one: MIRYOKO! Blaring techno music and androgynous female models covered in glitter (think “Simply Irresistible”) tossing streamers about accompanied his entrance, making for a scene that would (and did) make any red blooded rasslin’ fan angrier than a barrel of hornets falling off Niagara Falls. Amidst the cascade of fan-thrown garbage MIRYOKO, through an interpreter, chastised WILD for its poor record keeping, deriding the board of directors for not knowing who the WILD Junior Heavyweight Champion is. But MIRYOKO’s solution to this was simple; award HIM the title so he can lead Pro Wrestling WILD into a golden age of high fashion and elegant violence.
Enter Juan Leche and Kyle Walker, even angrier than a barrel of hornets falling off Niagara Falls. In the past few weeks both men have been shown up by MIRYOKO but their appearance here suggested they were not ready to see WILD’s juniors ruled by this … fag, can I say fag? I’ll say fag. Problem is Leche and Walker are engaged in a bit of a friendly rivalry of their own, so instead of presenting a unified front they spent precious moments trying to decide just who would speak on the behalf of Pro Wrestling WILD. Precious moments that were put to great use by MIRYOKO’s bodyguards, the lurking Ninja Express! Mua ha ha.
But Walker, having seen this tactic used the week before at a VWA Lite show, thought quick on his feet, refusing to engage the Ninjas in what would have amounted to a street fight, instead retreating to the other side of the ring (and suggesting Leche do the same), grabbing a mic and demanding satisfaction in an officially sanctioned match! The fans roared their approval and a member of the WILD booking committee, conveniently sitting in the front row, ordered a tag match to take place right then and there! Hooray for coincidences!
Clearly still not confident of his young partner’s abilities, Leche wound up doing most of the work in this one while Walker – having faced the Ninjas many times in his young career – shouted out warnings from the corner. Somehow this worked for them, leading to a Juan Leche win via Leche Splash despite the usual Ninja trickery. However, even in victory, Leche and Walker found something to argue about, resulting in them getting Pearl Harbored by MIRYOKO and the Ninjas anyways, who, after the swift beating, claimed the boots of Leche and the shiny shirt of Walker as trophies.
The team of Wild Bill and El Justiciero returned this week, now wishing to be known as The Lawgivers. They took the time before the next match to install security cameras around the ring, a smart move given the tendencies of their opponents: Da Busch Boyz! This precaution actually prevented cheating for the most part, resulting in what almost became the first clean match ever wrestled by Da Boyz o’ Busch, that is until their manager Master P “just happened” to walk in front of one camera with a large sign that said “Number 3 Ain’t Good ‘Nuff 4 Me!” (Referring, we presume, to da Busch Boyz low spot on the card) This enabled Duz Busch to nail El Justiciero, enabling bro Raz to get the win via backdrop hold.
People ask why Bret Stillman, he of the antiquated move set and two match losing streak, keeps getting booked on Saturday Night. The answer is simple: this kid is super talented TNT just waiting to detonate! Despite another loss this week, this time to the America hating Ayatollah Ali Jihad (who, we’d like to point out, still cashes his checks here), Stillman looked great, improving as usual while damn near pulling this one out. Jihad was in rough shape when all was said and done, limping after taking tons of knee damage and bruised all over after trying to take the fight outside, only to see Stillman out-brawl him there! He finally had to resort to a kick to the gut with his loaded, pointy boot, setting up the win with his Persian Crab maneuver, after which he beat feet to get as far away from Stillman as possible!
With another win, their second in a row, this time over MPLL’s Pedro Guterez and Jay Gold, the Spunk Pro team of Ken Shields and Tomohiro Ito is beginning to turn some heads in Pro Wrestling WILD. But some of this newfound attention may wind up being undesirable, especially in the case of Da Busch Boyz, who took it upon themselves to make another appearance mid-match as part of their “Petition for Recognition” thing. The distraction very nearly caused Shields and Ito to lose, leading to a near altercation after the match that was stopped by WILD security, finally earning their pay after what happened earlier in the night.
A short time later La Cosa Nostra, sans Paradigm, called out Paddy Baker from the center of the ring, saying the grumpy Irish tough had to be made accountable for some rather sizable gambling debts. Baker made his way out accompanied by Sit Kwok Fu and laughed off the demands, asking where their “boss” was (referring to Paradigm). Raymond Bianco Jr. said Paradigm had merely contracted La Cosa Nostra to provide him a service, a service which was to be paid with monies earned by beating the spread against Baker last week. Since Baker won, said monies were not paid and, therefore, Baker was to be held responsible.
When Baker queried once again as to the whereabouts of Paradigm, Bianco just laughed and said he was out shoe shopping. Could he mean … nah, that’s just too evil!
Baker refused to pay shit, saying he worked way too hard for his money to pay for the mistakes of some ignorant whelp, telling Bianco his thugs would have to beat the cash out of him. Bianco’s response was both chilling and expected: “That can be arranged …”
Cue impromptu tag team action, with Baker and Kwok Fu taking on the debuting Rick Briggs and Ted Zannino of La Cosa Nostra! The match was exactly what you might expect, with Briggs and Zannino making up for their wrestling skill with concrete like punches that swelled up the faces of their opponents like rotten sausages. Amazingly, despite the punishment, the Celtic Bruisers persevered, with Kwok Fu in particular showing just how far he has come since tagging with Baker and Gabriel. Baker himself, continuing to astound despite his age, pulled victory from the jaws of defeat with an inverted piledriver on Zannino in the middle of a confusing melee. Paddy and Sit beat a hasty retreat while Bianco yelled at his boys, and you just know this war is far from over …
Main event time, with Martin Fairbairn seeking revenge against Ronnie Dod for the role he played in last week’s demolition of Park Young Tae. This was just a fucking street fight from the word go as Martin sought to beat the apology he would never otherwise get from the corpulent Ron Kwan Do master. All seconds had been barred from ringside, which makes sense given both the nature of this burgeoning feud AND the nature of the factions to which they belong, but someone forgot to exclude Da Busch Boyz (really, them again?) and entourage, who came to the ring through the crowd doin’ their petition for recognition thang.
This turned out to be a ruse, showing they have balls the size of small moons, jumping Dod and Fairbairn in the middle of their match, stomping away at them with steel toed Timberlands and Fungo bats! The attack was swift, with Master P declaring Da Busch Boyz as “Da Big Dawgs in da Yard” over and over again on a cell phone that was somehow piped through the arena’s PA system. And then, just as swift as it had begun Da Boyz took off from where they came, just avoiding certain retribution at the hands of whatever Dods and PTFW members had been witness to the attack from the backstage monitors.
Something tells me Da Busch Boyz are going to regret this …
1) Kikkoman ~16:02 Sleeper Drop~ 50 Centavos
2) Juan Leche O/ Kyle Walker ~22:18 Leche Splash~ Ninja Express [Ninja I/ Ninja II X]
3) Da Busch Boyz [Raz Busch O/ Duz Busch] ~19:49 Backdrop Hold~ The Lawgivers [Wild Bill/ El Justiciero X]
4) Ayatollah Ali Jihad ~21:54 Persian Crab~ Bret Stillman
5) Ken Shields/ Tomohiro Ito O ~21:29 German Suplex Hold~ Pedro Guterez X/ Jay Gold
6) Celtic Bruisers [Paddy Baker O/ Sit Kwok Fu] ~26:28 Inverted Piledriver~ La Cosa Nostra [Rick Briggs/ Ted Zannino X]
7) Martin Fairbairn ~12:06 No Contest!~ Ronnie Dod
10.21.2007
[10.21.07 -- FALLout ]
FALLout
Its our third television show back, and its a huge show, as per usual. We have Dan Sommers defending the International Heavyweight Championship against Bobo Gomez, Sean Gabriel vs Stuart Robinson and a huge, huge, huge Elimination Tag Match, JB, Spunk, Dante facing off with the Champ, Fiero and Lee. We start things off with the Television Championship, Sit defending against VD Dod, whom we understand will be accompanied by Fat Lip, whose arm was broken by Sit a while back.
Fat Lip made his presence felt throughout, anytime it spilled to the floor he would use whatever he had, usually his feet to hurt Sit and give VD an upper hand. But Sit's armwork and powerbombs help him come back, just when it looks like he has it, hitting a powerbomb whip on VD, Fat Lip distracts the ref as the fans counted to three, only for Sit to go for it again, and get tossed to the outside! Sit walks in, and walks right into the Silencer! 1...2... new hero!
LRI are celebrating, and here comes Stuart to congratulate his partner on winning a singles title! Sit trying to get up, and Stuart gives him a congratulatory lariat!! LRI are putting the boots to Sit, with them holding him up for Fat Lip, Fat Lip priming his cast, and CRACKS HIM ACROSS THE SKULL WITH HIS CAST!! They won't relent, and here come the Bruisers! Its 3 on 2, as Sit is out of it completely! Stuart with a tag title and nails Paddy with it! Paddy down! Sean from behind and nails VD with a lariat! Ducks under a cast shot from Fat Lip and a big right hand takes Fat Lip down! Stuart from behind with the title, as Sean hits the mat, but is pulling himself up.. He pulls himself up and asks for more. Stuart with a right hand and Sean with one of his own, and a headbutt! He peppers Stuart with some jabs, then BOOM -- RIGHT HAND! Stuart down, but pulling himself up, and they are both just going at it tooth and nail.
Refs coming out to break up this mayhem, and Seamus McFadden on the ramp, laughing.
Seamus: Bravo, Sean mah boy. It looks like I made the right choice in giving up on you; you lost your title, you couldn't hold onto any tag title with your buddy there, and you decide to help out some little ching chong ching who can't hold onto his title, either. If you two boys wanna bash each other's skulls in, go right ahead, as tonight, its a TEXAS DEATHMATCH!
The fans pop as both men look at each other, being restrained by refs, both trying to break free at each other, this is going to be one crazy match!
VD Dod (Silencer -> Pin) Sit (C)
What a surprise here, we have a new champion to start off the show, and of course, its a Dod! Now we suit up for our next match and.. Wait! We cut to backstage, where Juan Leche is laid out! He is out of it, and nobody saw who did it! It looks like Shady is going to have to go it alone, and nobody can figure out who RoH's tag team partner is anyway, but is it possible that this person took Leche out?
It was STIFFNESS vs Canadian technicity, and the fans were happy to see Shady, no matter what the circumstances. RoH has the upper hand as he heads up top and hits the big diving double foot stomp for the 2-count, but that might have hurt his legs as well, setting Shady up for the Canadian Hammer and the 3-count.
Uh.. Wait.. WHAT?!
Is that Billy Hollywood!? What is he doing here! He is attacking Shady! Oh CHRIST! Inverted stinkface in the corner! Shady down -- Hollywood Nightmare! This is just.. Disgusting! Shady looks out of it as Hollywood picks him up -- STAR MAKER RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Shady (Canadian Hammer -> Pin) Rick O'Hara
Next up we have our second title bout of the evening, this time Dan Sommers defending his WILD International Heavyweight Championship for the second time since he won it, this time against Bobo Gomez, the man he went to a DQ against in Spunk Pro with over the summer, and demanded he get redemption against here in WILD.
It was a wild back and forth brawl, both men just beating the living shit out of each other. Punches, kicks, slams and every surface possible were used to hurt each other. Dan Sommers was able to hit the Alabama Nightmare, but didn't get all of it, but Bobo able to deflect part of the blow with his hands in front of his face. Bobo was able to hit the big MUSO, but didn't have enough gas in him to get up and make the cover! Dan ended up putting him away with the Jumping Alabama Bomb for the 3-count, retaining his title in glorious fashion.
Dan Sommers(C) (Alabama Bomb -> Pin) Bobo Bomez
After the fallout from before, we now take you to Sean vs Stuart, in what we learned will be a Texas Deathmatch! That means pinfalls, submissions and standing 10-counts are all ways to win. This should be brutal.
This WAS brutal. Both men tossing everything at each other early on, and neither man wanting to go down to anything. It could easily be said that the turning point was when Stuart hung Sean up in the ropes and kicked him in the face repeatedly. Not once, but twice! Sean made a brief comeback, but a powerbomb put Sean down in the end.
Stuart (Powerbomb --> Pin) Sean Gabriel
Here we go, the main event, ELIMINATION~!
JB out with BATTLE DAMAGE from last week, sporting a bandage on his head!
Dante Black was the first one to go, falling to Jack Dod's big DODSMASH Spear. He fought off one of them, but by the time he hit a second one, it was OVER. Nobody could save him now. This takes us to a wild all-out brawl on the floor between the remaining 5 men. Back into the ring, Spunk hits the big STO on Dod, and follows up locking in the Sankakujime! He has the Champ and it looks like this might be it, but Lee and Fiero put the boots to Spunk, the Champ following up with a Dod Clutch! 1...2...3! It is now ONE against THREE, JB against Dod, Fiero and Lee! Fiero and Lee, whom would like to be known as TOMMY LEE double team JB, Lee holding him up and Fiero hitting a Rockin' Missle Kick on JB, nearly taking his head off! JB getting slapped around a bit now, STUNNER! STUNNER! He makes the cover, 1...2.. Fiero is stomping on JB, but he won't let go, 3!
Fiero whoooos at Lee and tells him this is how to defeat a Blackhart, and tells Lee to 'just watch.' Back and forth, JB with a big lariat! Dr. Pepper Vice! Dr. Pepper Vice! He taps out! JB has somehow evened the odds, it is now just JB and the Champ, this is AMAZING! Jack Dod charges JB -- DECEPTICON DRIVER! DD! DD! He makes the cover, but JB is tired and is barely laying on top of him.. 1....2....2.999!!! Both men duke it out, back and forth, Dod using a chair on the outside, he brings it inside the ring, JB ducks it, Dod tosses it down, KICK--WHAM--DODSMACK! JB FALLS BACK ONTO THE CHAIR, SMACKING HIS HEAD!! 1....2.....3! The Champ has pulled out the win, but I think we'll all remember this night for JB's amazing performance here tonight, what a warrior! Dod stands in defiance over JB as the rest leave and head backstage...
WAIT! We just got a report, something is going on backstage!
Tommy Fiero has attacked Dante Black! This is mayhem! We are trying to get a crew back here to separate them, and well, thats all we got for tonight!
Jack Dod (Dodsmack --> Pin) Jason Blackhart
Its our third television show back, and its a huge show, as per usual. We have Dan Sommers defending the International Heavyweight Championship against Bobo Gomez, Sean Gabriel vs Stuart Robinson and a huge, huge, huge Elimination Tag Match, JB, Spunk, Dante facing off with the Champ, Fiero and Lee. We start things off with the Television Championship, Sit defending against VD Dod, whom we understand will be accompanied by Fat Lip, whose arm was broken by Sit a while back.
Fat Lip made his presence felt throughout, anytime it spilled to the floor he would use whatever he had, usually his feet to hurt Sit and give VD an upper hand. But Sit's armwork and powerbombs help him come back, just when it looks like he has it, hitting a powerbomb whip on VD, Fat Lip distracts the ref as the fans counted to three, only for Sit to go for it again, and get tossed to the outside! Sit walks in, and walks right into the Silencer! 1...2... new hero!
LRI are celebrating, and here comes Stuart to congratulate his partner on winning a singles title! Sit trying to get up, and Stuart gives him a congratulatory lariat!! LRI are putting the boots to Sit, with them holding him up for Fat Lip, Fat Lip priming his cast, and CRACKS HIM ACROSS THE SKULL WITH HIS CAST!! They won't relent, and here come the Bruisers! Its 3 on 2, as Sit is out of it completely! Stuart with a tag title and nails Paddy with it! Paddy down! Sean from behind and nails VD with a lariat! Ducks under a cast shot from Fat Lip and a big right hand takes Fat Lip down! Stuart from behind with the title, as Sean hits the mat, but is pulling himself up.. He pulls himself up and asks for more. Stuart with a right hand and Sean with one of his own, and a headbutt! He peppers Stuart with some jabs, then BOOM -- RIGHT HAND! Stuart down, but pulling himself up, and they are both just going at it tooth and nail.
Refs coming out to break up this mayhem, and Seamus McFadden on the ramp, laughing.
Seamus: Bravo, Sean mah boy. It looks like I made the right choice in giving up on you; you lost your title, you couldn't hold onto any tag title with your buddy there, and you decide to help out some little ching chong ching who can't hold onto his title, either. If you two boys wanna bash each other's skulls in, go right ahead, as tonight, its a TEXAS DEATHMATCH!
The fans pop as both men look at each other, being restrained by refs, both trying to break free at each other, this is going to be one crazy match!
VD Dod (Silencer -> Pin) Sit (C)
What a surprise here, we have a new champion to start off the show, and of course, its a Dod! Now we suit up for our next match and.. Wait! We cut to backstage, where Juan Leche is laid out! He is out of it, and nobody saw who did it! It looks like Shady is going to have to go it alone, and nobody can figure out who RoH's tag team partner is anyway, but is it possible that this person took Leche out?
It was STIFFNESS vs Canadian technicity, and the fans were happy to see Shady, no matter what the circumstances. RoH has the upper hand as he heads up top and hits the big diving double foot stomp for the 2-count, but that might have hurt his legs as well, setting Shady up for the Canadian Hammer and the 3-count.
Uh.. Wait.. WHAT?!
Is that Billy Hollywood!? What is he doing here! He is attacking Shady! Oh CHRIST! Inverted stinkface in the corner! Shady down -- Hollywood Nightmare! This is just.. Disgusting! Shady looks out of it as Hollywood picks him up -- STAR MAKER RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Shady (Canadian Hammer -> Pin) Rick O'Hara
Next up we have our second title bout of the evening, this time Dan Sommers defending his WILD International Heavyweight Championship for the second time since he won it, this time against Bobo Gomez, the man he went to a DQ against in Spunk Pro with over the summer, and demanded he get redemption against here in WILD.
It was a wild back and forth brawl, both men just beating the living shit out of each other. Punches, kicks, slams and every surface possible were used to hurt each other. Dan Sommers was able to hit the Alabama Nightmare, but didn't get all of it, but Bobo able to deflect part of the blow with his hands in front of his face. Bobo was able to hit the big MUSO, but didn't have enough gas in him to get up and make the cover! Dan ended up putting him away with the Jumping Alabama Bomb for the 3-count, retaining his title in glorious fashion.
Dan Sommers(C) (Alabama Bomb -> Pin) Bobo Bomez
After the fallout from before, we now take you to Sean vs Stuart, in what we learned will be a Texas Deathmatch! That means pinfalls, submissions and standing 10-counts are all ways to win. This should be brutal.
This WAS brutal. Both men tossing everything at each other early on, and neither man wanting to go down to anything. It could easily be said that the turning point was when Stuart hung Sean up in the ropes and kicked him in the face repeatedly. Not once, but twice! Sean made a brief comeback, but a powerbomb put Sean down in the end.
Stuart (Powerbomb --> Pin) Sean Gabriel
Here we go, the main event, ELIMINATION~!
JB out with BATTLE DAMAGE from last week, sporting a bandage on his head!
Dante Black was the first one to go, falling to Jack Dod's big DODSMASH Spear. He fought off one of them, but by the time he hit a second one, it was OVER. Nobody could save him now. This takes us to a wild all-out brawl on the floor between the remaining 5 men. Back into the ring, Spunk hits the big STO on Dod, and follows up locking in the Sankakujime! He has the Champ and it looks like this might be it, but Lee and Fiero put the boots to Spunk, the Champ following up with a Dod Clutch! 1...2...3! It is now ONE against THREE, JB against Dod, Fiero and Lee! Fiero and Lee, whom would like to be known as TOMMY LEE double team JB, Lee holding him up and Fiero hitting a Rockin' Missle Kick on JB, nearly taking his head off! JB getting slapped around a bit now, STUNNER! STUNNER! He makes the cover, 1...2.. Fiero is stomping on JB, but he won't let go, 3!
Fiero whoooos at Lee and tells him this is how to defeat a Blackhart, and tells Lee to 'just watch.' Back and forth, JB with a big lariat! Dr. Pepper Vice! Dr. Pepper Vice! He taps out! JB has somehow evened the odds, it is now just JB and the Champ, this is AMAZING! Jack Dod charges JB -- DECEPTICON DRIVER! DD! DD! He makes the cover, but JB is tired and is barely laying on top of him.. 1....2....2.999!!! Both men duke it out, back and forth, Dod using a chair on the outside, he brings it inside the ring, JB ducks it, Dod tosses it down, KICK--WHAM--DODSMACK! JB FALLS BACK ONTO THE CHAIR, SMACKING HIS HEAD!! 1....2.....3! The Champ has pulled out the win, but I think we'll all remember this night for JB's amazing performance here tonight, what a warrior! Dod stands in defiance over JB as the rest leave and head backstage...
WAIT! We just got a report, something is going on backstage!
Tommy Fiero has attacked Dante Black! This is mayhem! We are trying to get a crew back here to separate them, and well, thats all we got for tonight!
Jack Dod (Dodsmack --> Pin) Jason Blackhart
10.20.2007
WILD Saturday Night #4
Well here we are at the four week mark of WILD Saturday Night, a landmark in time that, if you and I - my cherished readers - were a young couple sowing the seeds of a fledgling relationship, might be cause for some kind of tender celebration involving rose petals, truffles and malt liquor. But since we’re not you’ll just have to acknowledge this milestone with an “Hmmmm, so he’s still doing this shit, eh?”
On to the first match: a six-man tag featuring The Fabulous Flying Llamas and MPLL’s Los Diablos Del Satan. This was a rudo vs. rudo affair judging by the way both teams behaved (wanton disregard for the rules, you know the drill) but the MPLL team appeared to be many more rudo, having lied about the weights of two of their members! El Demonio and son were billed as juniors, getting them booked in this all-junior tag encounter, but were clearly not, practically busting the seams out of their ill-fitting evil suits. And, being of the rudo persuasion, they used this size advantage to great effect, singling out the smallest Llama throughout the match until dispatching him with a choke slam.
Next up Cynthia San Martino took on Azumi Oonishi in what started as a unique clash of styles but ended up a total rout, as San Martino mauled her more technically inclined opponent. But even in victory San Martino wasn’t happy, throttling poor Oonishi for having the temerity to resist what was, in her mind, supposed to have been payback for Oonishi’s supposed failure to support San Martino in tag action the week before! Why the nerve of that kid, daring to resist domination at the hands of a piggish fascist!
Spunk Pro members Ken Shields and Tomohiro Ito were back this week, this time in tag action against the completely random pairing of Jimmy Cliff and Angolan Capoeira Ace Rodrigo Jorge. Cliff was very unhappy about the booking and was sullen from the start, but only grew more upset as Jorge completely hogged the spotlight, putting on what amounted to a Capoeira exhibition while kicking the crap out of Shields and Ito. This resulted in Cliff half-heartedly participating from there on out, doing absolutely nothing to stop the Ito/ Shields double teams against Jorge that ultimately turned the tide and won the match for, errr Team Spunk Pro.
Moving right along, the jamz were off the chain, yo, as the newly blinged Busch Boyz made a dope entrance accompanied by new manager Master P. Yes, that Master P, and with him was a bevy of big booty biatches crunkin along to the phat … phatness. Once the bass from the entrance music stopped ripping holes in the very fabric of space and time da Busch Boyz had themselves a match against Bret Stillman and Sonny Siguri while Master P and the rest of the gang asked people at ringside to sign the “Petition for Recognition”.
It seems the … excuse me, DA Boyz feel that, “affer jackin’ dat mongloid busta”, they are in line for some tag team accolades and will gather up enough signatures to prove the fans think the same. Never mind that, aside from general thuggery, da Boyz need serious work on their ring skills, evidenced with their inability to put away their opponents this week until Duz blew what appeared to be a large amount of white powder Master P later insisted was NOT yay into the eyes of Bret Stillman, enabling Raz to finish him off with a big body bomb.
But the celebration did not end there, with da Boyz procuring some more signatures through less than admirable means while P waved a huge “Petition for Recognition” sign over his head, that is until Ronnie Dod and protégé Aleks Dodstva made their way to the ring for the next bout. Apparently in a sour mood, Dodstva took one look at the sign and tore it up, almost sparking a fight between the Dods and da Boyz! Master P was able to hold his clients back with the promise of Cristal and catastrophe was avoided, at least for this week!
With that nonsense out of the way the next match was able to happen, a bit of a rematch from the week before, with Aleks Dodstva looking to get revenge for having been pinned by PTFW’s Park Young Tae. And revenge he got, hammering around the much smaller Young Tae with ease, prompting corner man Ronnie to steal someone’s sign and write “DODS RULE” on the back of it. But once again poor conditioning played a factor, as Young Tae was able to outlast the pummeling and mount a counter-attack on the now winded Dodstva.
Desperate for a break, Dodstva used up whatever reserves he had to toss Young Tae over the top rope, landing him in a heap at the feet of Ronnie Dod. Aleks then distracted referee Martin Roeg by assaulting him with his thick Russian accent, confusing him to the point that he didn’t even notice the beating Ronnie was giving to Young Tae outside! By the time Roeg administered the twenty count it was too late, the spunky Korean kid now beaten unconscious at the hands of a certified Ron Kwan Do master.
Of course you would think Dodstva would have been pleased to have his arm raised in victory, but he wasn’t, screaming to Ronnie that he was supposed to have rolled Park back in the ring! Ronnie screamed back something about Aleks not being ready yet, honestly it was hard to tell with them yelling over one another, and the entire interchange left them wide open to a sneak attack by a chair-wielding Jimmy Cliff. Kind of late to the party but hey, better late than never, right?
VWA enigma MIRYOKO, the bizarre male model who refuses to wrestle without a face mask and only strikes with an open hand so as not to break a nail, made his second straight WILD Saturday Night appearance next, prancing about in the center of the ring. A ringside MC announced the action, taking time to focus on the centerpiece of MIRYOKO’s outfit: the VWA Six-Man Tag Team Championship. This impromptu fashion show drove the fans nuts and something had to be done if they were going to stick around for the main event.
Answering the call was Kyle Walker, who has had considerable experience against MIRYOKO. He stepped from the back and appeared ready to decry the actions of MIRYOKO until from behind him stepped Juan Leche! Leche grabbed the mic from out of Walker’s hand and patted him on the head, telling him more OVERALL experience was needed to thwart this invader, before dashing to the ring. Kyle stood dumbstruck at what happened and then left for the back, shaking his head in disbelief …
Well it turns out Leche didn’t have what it takes to down MIRYOKO either, despite giving his all in what turned out to be one of the best juniors matches seen in WILD in a long time. Despite losing, Leche showed why he is one of the best in the business, scoring several near falls before ultimately falling to a nasty combination of a reverse throw into a gokuraku gatame, a move MIRYOKO calls the Tight Fit. There was much applause for both men after the match, which MIRYOKO mistakenly believed was all for him, posing while the MC put him over as the next WILD Junior Heavyweight Champ.
Thank god for Juan Leche and his dropckick, particularly the one he planted in the back of MIRYOKO, knocking him over the top rope and sparing the fans what was sure to be many agonizing moments of male modeling. The near debacle post match does raise a pretty interesting question though: who in the hell IS the WILD Junior Heavyweight Champ and how squeamish is he about fighting an androgynous freak?
After Paradigm narrowly averted having his head shaved last week by The Celtic Bruisers, thanks to the interference of the track suit clad Italians - since identified as La Cosa Nostra (Rick Briggs, Ted Zannino and capo Raymond Bianco Jr.) - the bookers of Pro Wrestling WILD had no choice but to try to end this rapidly escalating feud as quickly as possible. Their solution, a lumberjack match pitting Paradigm against Paddy Baker, probably won’t achieve this goal but it sure was entertaining!
What could have been a cluster fuck of epic proportions wound up being one of the best matches seen in the short history of WILD Saturday Night, and a large part of that is due to the outstanding officiating of referee Martin Roeg. Somehow this man, who better resembles a truck driving bowler than a ref, was able to catch several infractions on both sides of the ball, preventing both the Bruisers (Gabriel, Kwok Fu and honorary Bruiser The Masked Grappler, most likely present due to taking offense to Paradigm’s crusade to end all things old) and La Cosa Nostra from interfering. At one point he even dragged Paradigm, recently tossed outside into Baker’s corner, out of the arms of the Grappler and Kwok Fu!
The action in the ring all came down to the strengths of the participants; the athleticism of Paradigm vs. the grit and determination of Baker. In the end, stubborn resolve won out, even though it appeared Paradigm had the match won. After nailing a prone Baker in the back with a frog splash he went for what appeared to be a sickle hold, only to get kicked right in the mouth by Baker, a move that appeared to be more instinct than anything else. Paradigm spat out a mouthful of blood, and a tooth along with it, taking precious seconds to probe his mouth to see which one of his chompers was missing. This gave Baker just enough time to close in, moving much faster than you would expect for a middle-aged alcoholic, surprising Paradigm with the inverted piledriver that won the match.
Paradigm cried foul after the match, saying it should have been stopped due to excessive bleeding, pointing to his bloody maw. He then ordered La Cosa Nostra to advance on the Bruisers, who were by now helping an exhausted Baker to the back, nursing him to health along the way with shots of Bushmills. But advance they did not, instead entering the ring to begin dialogue with Paradigm. With Zannino and Briggs flanking him Capo Bianco Jr. calmly spoke, but his voice was so low he could not be heard! Thankfully a few fans said later that Paradigm’s end of the conversation was audible, shedding some much needed light on the entire interchange. It seems Paradigm profusely apologized for the loss and promised a much bigger gate next week! Oh man, what has this young superstar gotten himself into?
1) Los Diablos Del Satan [El Demonio/ El Hijo del Demonio O/ Super DEVIL Mask] ~17:23 Golpe del Infierno~ The Fabulous Flying Llamas [Bobby Llamas/ Lorenzo Llamas/ Llamas Jr. X]
2) Cynthia San Martino ~9:39 Vader Hammers~ Azumi Oonishi
3) Ken Shields/ Tomohiro Ito O ~29:20 Johnny Spike~ Jimmy Cliff/ Rodrigo Jorge X
4) Da Busch Boyz [Raz Busch O/ Duz Busch] ~20:25 Big Body Bomb~ Bret Stillman X/ Sonny Siguri
5) Aleks Dodstva ~14:04 Count-Out!~ Park Young Tae
6) MIRYOKO ~15:58 Tight Fit~ Juan Leche
7) Paddy Baker ~24:38 Inverted Piledriver~ Paradigm
On to the first match: a six-man tag featuring The Fabulous Flying Llamas and MPLL’s Los Diablos Del Satan. This was a rudo vs. rudo affair judging by the way both teams behaved (wanton disregard for the rules, you know the drill) but the MPLL team appeared to be many more rudo, having lied about the weights of two of their members! El Demonio and son were billed as juniors, getting them booked in this all-junior tag encounter, but were clearly not, practically busting the seams out of their ill-fitting evil suits. And, being of the rudo persuasion, they used this size advantage to great effect, singling out the smallest Llama throughout the match until dispatching him with a choke slam.
Next up Cynthia San Martino took on Azumi Oonishi in what started as a unique clash of styles but ended up a total rout, as San Martino mauled her more technically inclined opponent. But even in victory San Martino wasn’t happy, throttling poor Oonishi for having the temerity to resist what was, in her mind, supposed to have been payback for Oonishi’s supposed failure to support San Martino in tag action the week before! Why the nerve of that kid, daring to resist domination at the hands of a piggish fascist!
Spunk Pro members Ken Shields and Tomohiro Ito were back this week, this time in tag action against the completely random pairing of Jimmy Cliff and Angolan Capoeira Ace Rodrigo Jorge. Cliff was very unhappy about the booking and was sullen from the start, but only grew more upset as Jorge completely hogged the spotlight, putting on what amounted to a Capoeira exhibition while kicking the crap out of Shields and Ito. This resulted in Cliff half-heartedly participating from there on out, doing absolutely nothing to stop the Ito/ Shields double teams against Jorge that ultimately turned the tide and won the match for, errr Team Spunk Pro.
Moving right along, the jamz were off the chain, yo, as the newly blinged Busch Boyz made a dope entrance accompanied by new manager Master P. Yes, that Master P, and with him was a bevy of big booty biatches crunkin along to the phat … phatness. Once the bass from the entrance music stopped ripping holes in the very fabric of space and time da Busch Boyz had themselves a match against Bret Stillman and Sonny Siguri while Master P and the rest of the gang asked people at ringside to sign the “Petition for Recognition”.
It seems the … excuse me, DA Boyz feel that, “affer jackin’ dat mongloid busta”, they are in line for some tag team accolades and will gather up enough signatures to prove the fans think the same. Never mind that, aside from general thuggery, da Boyz need serious work on their ring skills, evidenced with their inability to put away their opponents this week until Duz blew what appeared to be a large amount of white powder Master P later insisted was NOT yay into the eyes of Bret Stillman, enabling Raz to finish him off with a big body bomb.
But the celebration did not end there, with da Boyz procuring some more signatures through less than admirable means while P waved a huge “Petition for Recognition” sign over his head, that is until Ronnie Dod and protégé Aleks Dodstva made their way to the ring for the next bout. Apparently in a sour mood, Dodstva took one look at the sign and tore it up, almost sparking a fight between the Dods and da Boyz! Master P was able to hold his clients back with the promise of Cristal and catastrophe was avoided, at least for this week!
With that nonsense out of the way the next match was able to happen, a bit of a rematch from the week before, with Aleks Dodstva looking to get revenge for having been pinned by PTFW’s Park Young Tae. And revenge he got, hammering around the much smaller Young Tae with ease, prompting corner man Ronnie to steal someone’s sign and write “DODS RULE” on the back of it. But once again poor conditioning played a factor, as Young Tae was able to outlast the pummeling and mount a counter-attack on the now winded Dodstva.
Desperate for a break, Dodstva used up whatever reserves he had to toss Young Tae over the top rope, landing him in a heap at the feet of Ronnie Dod. Aleks then distracted referee Martin Roeg by assaulting him with his thick Russian accent, confusing him to the point that he didn’t even notice the beating Ronnie was giving to Young Tae outside! By the time Roeg administered the twenty count it was too late, the spunky Korean kid now beaten unconscious at the hands of a certified Ron Kwan Do master.
Of course you would think Dodstva would have been pleased to have his arm raised in victory, but he wasn’t, screaming to Ronnie that he was supposed to have rolled Park back in the ring! Ronnie screamed back something about Aleks not being ready yet, honestly it was hard to tell with them yelling over one another, and the entire interchange left them wide open to a sneak attack by a chair-wielding Jimmy Cliff. Kind of late to the party but hey, better late than never, right?
VWA enigma MIRYOKO, the bizarre male model who refuses to wrestle without a face mask and only strikes with an open hand so as not to break a nail, made his second straight WILD Saturday Night appearance next, prancing about in the center of the ring. A ringside MC announced the action, taking time to focus on the centerpiece of MIRYOKO’s outfit: the VWA Six-Man Tag Team Championship. This impromptu fashion show drove the fans nuts and something had to be done if they were going to stick around for the main event.
Answering the call was Kyle Walker, who has had considerable experience against MIRYOKO. He stepped from the back and appeared ready to decry the actions of MIRYOKO until from behind him stepped Juan Leche! Leche grabbed the mic from out of Walker’s hand and patted him on the head, telling him more OVERALL experience was needed to thwart this invader, before dashing to the ring. Kyle stood dumbstruck at what happened and then left for the back, shaking his head in disbelief …
Well it turns out Leche didn’t have what it takes to down MIRYOKO either, despite giving his all in what turned out to be one of the best juniors matches seen in WILD in a long time. Despite losing, Leche showed why he is one of the best in the business, scoring several near falls before ultimately falling to a nasty combination of a reverse throw into a gokuraku gatame, a move MIRYOKO calls the Tight Fit. There was much applause for both men after the match, which MIRYOKO mistakenly believed was all for him, posing while the MC put him over as the next WILD Junior Heavyweight Champ.
Thank god for Juan Leche and his dropckick, particularly the one he planted in the back of MIRYOKO, knocking him over the top rope and sparing the fans what was sure to be many agonizing moments of male modeling. The near debacle post match does raise a pretty interesting question though: who in the hell IS the WILD Junior Heavyweight Champ and how squeamish is he about fighting an androgynous freak?
After Paradigm narrowly averted having his head shaved last week by The Celtic Bruisers, thanks to the interference of the track suit clad Italians - since identified as La Cosa Nostra (Rick Briggs, Ted Zannino and capo Raymond Bianco Jr.) - the bookers of Pro Wrestling WILD had no choice but to try to end this rapidly escalating feud as quickly as possible. Their solution, a lumberjack match pitting Paradigm against Paddy Baker, probably won’t achieve this goal but it sure was entertaining!
What could have been a cluster fuck of epic proportions wound up being one of the best matches seen in the short history of WILD Saturday Night, and a large part of that is due to the outstanding officiating of referee Martin Roeg. Somehow this man, who better resembles a truck driving bowler than a ref, was able to catch several infractions on both sides of the ball, preventing both the Bruisers (Gabriel, Kwok Fu and honorary Bruiser The Masked Grappler, most likely present due to taking offense to Paradigm’s crusade to end all things old) and La Cosa Nostra from interfering. At one point he even dragged Paradigm, recently tossed outside into Baker’s corner, out of the arms of the Grappler and Kwok Fu!
The action in the ring all came down to the strengths of the participants; the athleticism of Paradigm vs. the grit and determination of Baker. In the end, stubborn resolve won out, even though it appeared Paradigm had the match won. After nailing a prone Baker in the back with a frog splash he went for what appeared to be a sickle hold, only to get kicked right in the mouth by Baker, a move that appeared to be more instinct than anything else. Paradigm spat out a mouthful of blood, and a tooth along with it, taking precious seconds to probe his mouth to see which one of his chompers was missing. This gave Baker just enough time to close in, moving much faster than you would expect for a middle-aged alcoholic, surprising Paradigm with the inverted piledriver that won the match.
Paradigm cried foul after the match, saying it should have been stopped due to excessive bleeding, pointing to his bloody maw. He then ordered La Cosa Nostra to advance on the Bruisers, who were by now helping an exhausted Baker to the back, nursing him to health along the way with shots of Bushmills. But advance they did not, instead entering the ring to begin dialogue with Paradigm. With Zannino and Briggs flanking him Capo Bianco Jr. calmly spoke, but his voice was so low he could not be heard! Thankfully a few fans said later that Paradigm’s end of the conversation was audible, shedding some much needed light on the entire interchange. It seems Paradigm profusely apologized for the loss and promised a much bigger gate next week! Oh man, what has this young superstar gotten himself into?
1) Los Diablos Del Satan [El Demonio/ El Hijo del Demonio O/ Super DEVIL Mask] ~17:23 Golpe del Infierno~ The Fabulous Flying Llamas [Bobby Llamas/ Lorenzo Llamas/ Llamas Jr. X]
2) Cynthia San Martino ~9:39 Vader Hammers~ Azumi Oonishi
3) Ken Shields/ Tomohiro Ito O ~29:20 Johnny Spike~ Jimmy Cliff/ Rodrigo Jorge X
4) Da Busch Boyz [Raz Busch O/ Duz Busch] ~20:25 Big Body Bomb~ Bret Stillman X/ Sonny Siguri
5) Aleks Dodstva ~14:04 Count-Out!~ Park Young Tae
6) MIRYOKO ~15:58 Tight Fit~ Juan Leche
7) Paddy Baker ~24:38 Inverted Piledriver~ Paradigm
10.13.2007
[10.21.07 -- FALLout ]
10.21.07 -- FALLout
The fallout from the past few weeks come to a head on the next episode of WILD TV! Two title defenses and a huge 6-man elimination main event plus much more!
1. TV Championship: Sit(C) vs VD Dod
2. Shady/Juan Leche vs Rick O'Hara/X
3. WILD International Heavyweight Championship: Dan Sommers(C) vs Bobo Gomez
4. Sean Gabriel vs Stuart Robinson
5. Elimination Tag: Jason Blackhart/Spunk/Dante Black vs Jack Dod/Tommy Fiero/Brian Lee
The fallout from the past few weeks come to a head on the next episode of WILD TV! Two title defenses and a huge 6-man elimination main event plus much more!
1. TV Championship: Sit(C) vs VD Dod
2. Shady/Juan Leche vs Rick O'Hara/X
3. WILD International Heavyweight Championship: Dan Sommers(C) vs Bobo Gomez
4. Sean Gabriel vs Stuart Robinson
5. Elimination Tag: Jason Blackhart/Spunk/Dante Black vs Jack Dod/Tommy Fiero/Brian Lee
WILD Saturday Night #3
There must be something in the water at the WILD Arena because competitors with no prior history with each other have been tearing each other apart every week! The first match of the night continued that trend, as crusty, old rudo Pedro Guterez brought out the worst in clean-cut Bret Stillman. He did this by giving Stillman a nasty headbutt early on, opening a sizable gash above his forehead that he continued to widen by biting and digging his un-manicured fingernails into the wound!
In an attempt to survive Stillman abandoned his “work-the-leg-to-set-up-the-figure-four” strategy, even taking Guterez out of the ring for some rule breakin’ action! But it was too little too late as Guterez, unbound by the same rules he is forced to abide by in MPLL, gleefully used a pair of jumping piledrivers to get the win. The post-modern art made by the impact of a bloody head being drilled into the mat was just icing on the cake …
Lawman Wild Bill was back again this week with a new partner - El Justiciero - and more determined than ever to make sure WILD athletic contests are run without incident! To insure this he first deputized El Justiciero and then took five minutes instructing referee Martin Roeg on the finer points of professional wrestling officiating. This tutorial seemed to have worked (although the fans were a bit pissed at the delay), that is until late in the tag match that followed.
Seems Bill got a little frustrated with his inability to do much of anything against meat cannon Havok and his speedy pin-breaking-up partner 50 Centavos, resorting to the use of a sledge hammer on Havok to get the edge! Needless to say Roeg did his profession proud by not seeing a damn thing (distracted by teenage girls) but 50 Centavos sure did, and the match ran out of time as heated debate that had a bunch of trouble clearing the language barrier dominated the final moments.
She-bully Cynthia San Martino finally got hers this week in tag action as Tiger Girl 2 and Tigress Mask came out unified and focused, chasing her out of the ring very early on! San Martino’s partner Azumi Oonishi didn’t fare much better, barely giving her partner enough time to recover and mount a second offensive. In fact it wasn’t enough time, as San Martino submitted via chicken wing arm lock to Tigress Mask, who was polite enough not to rub the win into the face of the woman who humiliated her the week before.
But we found out that San Martino is about as honorable in defeat as she has been in victory, which is to say “not at all”. While rubbing some feeling back into her arm she cussed out poor Oonishi, calling her weak and dim-witted and then, when not satisfied with the clueless look she got as a response (Oonishi doesn’t speak English, or at least pretends not to), proceeded to stomp her into the mat! Jesus, what in the hell is this chick’s problem? Tiger Force for the save, yada yada yada …
Last week saw Rhodey Colosso and David DaVinci take down the Busch Boyz in tag action but at a hefty price, as Raz Busch re-injured Colosso’s knee by swinging a padlocked chain into it. This week was all about revenge, as Sicilian body builder DaVinci sought to give Raz his comeuppance! Which he did, but it sure wasn’t easy, as for every lariat he threw (and there were a lot!) Raz had a strike to the groin at the ready. Now you would think taking multiple shots to the gonads would impair just about anyone, but somehow DaVinci was able to trudge through the punishment, perhaps speaking volumes about how he got his physique in the first place.
Duz Busch was on the outside and helping out as well, as was crutches bound Colosso, who spent most of his time hobbling about trying to prevent Duz from tossing chairs in the ring when the referee wasn’t watching. The whole thing was pretty fucking funny actually, that is until DaVinci submitted Raz with a latch lock, prompting Duz to switch focus to the big lug that was chasing him, tripping him with microphone cord and then slamming home the ringside steps to his good knee! Oh the humanity! DaVinci rushed to the aid of his wailing partner while those vile Busch Boyz laughed all the way to the back. Bastards!
On their way to the ring for the fifth match of the evening Kyle Walker could be heard excitedly warning partners Juan Leche and Matt D about the dangers of their opponents: VWA Six-Man Tag Team champions Nippon Hou Hou Chi^Mu (Japan Fashion Team as crudely translated through an array of sources). He mentioned bizarre fashion model MIRYOKO in particular as being far more vicious than his effete appearance would suggest, not to mention the mysterious ninja that flank him at all times (Ninja Express, sporting the always fashionable basic black). Leche smiled in response to all of this and patted him on the head but said he wasn’t in the least bit worried.
Turns out he should have been, as the Ninjas tagged in and out several times without the referee’s knowledge while MIRYOKO did serious damage with a variety of chops and palm strikes. True to form Walker exploded with rage at seeing his team losing and went into hero mode, driving back the Ninja threat and getting several near falls on MIRYOKO before wearing himself out, getting a stitch and succumbing to a Ninja I abdominal nerve hold. Then MIRYOKO modeled some new stirrups and pissed a lot of beer-drinkin’, pork rind eatin’, pro rasslin’ fans off.
Next up WILD TV Champ Sit Kwok Fu fought for the honor of old wrestlers everywhere against Paradigm in a non-title bout. Of course Paradigm protested, saying he was being denied the right to start his title collection, but this here match was about respect, or rather teaching Paradigm to have some for his elders.
This was a furiously fast-paced match that could have gone either way but didn’t, as Kwok Fu went against type by braining Paradigm with a chair on the outside and finished him off with a powerbomb. After taking some time to recover Paradigm leapt up and went on a rant, saying that this was what was wrong with WILD, that a law breaking miscreant like Kwok Fu holds titles while a purist, a student of “WRESTLING” gets labeled a bad guy! He continued to say that even when he uses the enemies tactics he is branded an even viler villain, and that he just can’t get a break!
A gruff voice came over the house PA in response. “But one thing we Bruisers will never do is beat down an old man with cancer, and that’s why you’re gonna get yours!” Out came Paddy Baker walking alongside Virgil Theunk, who in just a week’s time already appears to have lost a good ten-twenty pounds. But despite this he was still smiling, perhaps because of the hair clippers he held in his hand! Paradigm eyed them and tried to leave the ring, only to find all sides blocked; to the right stood Sean Gabriel, to the left Sit Kwok Fu and behind him, despite injuries incurred at the hands of Dan Sommers, Angelo Sabatini!
Paradigm dropped to his knees and begged for mercy but was told by Baker that he would get none, that he was going to find out what it’s like to go through chemotherapy! All sides closed on Paradigm and his arms were held back, his head held prone and the clippers fired up. Paradigm struggled mightily against the odds but couldn’t free himself, not without help anyways …
And help came, three men with slicked back hair, clad in tracksuits and sporting concrete filled rubber hoses, completely surprising the Bruisers with a swift beating that left the audience in shock! Realizing surprise would only take them so far against superior numbers these, these GOOMBAHS grabbed a surprised but grateful Paradigm and fled towards the back! I almost don’t want to write it until it’s been confirmed but … has Paradigm enlisted the aid of the mob? Christ!
Believe it or not there was a main event after what transpired and it was a big one! Confident that Aleks Dodstva was ready to take the next stop towards Dodination of his foes, Ronnie Dod asked the WILD booking committee to schedule them against anyone they saw fit in tag team action. But while walking to the ring that confidence quickly turned to uncertainty when they saw their opponents: Pure Technical Fuckin’ Wrestling’s Martin Fairbairn and Park Young Tae!
Big fighting erupted almost immediately and Ronnie clearly got the worst of his exchange with Martin, winding up bloodied and exhausted. The “green” Dodstva fared much better than his tutor, proving, at least in this match, that he was the better-conditioned athlete, holding up his end in the ring and saving Ronnie’s skin more than a few times.
But when it came time for Ronnie to return the favor he couldn’t be counted on, as he supported his weight by draping himself over the top rope, breathing heavily while “encouraging” Aleks to hang in there against Young-Tae, that he would find an opening in his blistering martial arts attack soon. Unfortunately he couldn’t, and Dodstva wound up getting pinned with a school boy roll up in the middle of the ring, a situation that Ronnie might have been able to make a save on had he felt like budging a muscle. Dodstva did not look happy after the match, looking sullen and refusing to exchange anything more than one word responses with Dod, who kept trying to tell him “learning to lose is an important part of your training!”
1) Pedro Guterez ~15:08 Martinete~ Bret Stillman
2) 50 Centavos/ Havok ~30:00 Time-Up Draw!~ El Justiciero/ Wild Bill
3) Tiger Girl 2/ Tigress Mask O ~16:20 Chicken Wing Armlock~ Cynthia San Martino X/ Azumi Oonishi
4) David DaVinci ~23:53 Macaroni Vice~ Raz Busch
5) Nippon Hou Hou Chi^Mu [MIRYOKO/ Ninja I O/ Ninja II] ~20:04 Abdominal Asiatic Spike~ Juan Leche/ Kyle Walker X/ Matt D
6) Sit Kwok Fu ~15:25 Powerbomb~ Paradigm
7) Martin Fairbairn/ Park Young-Tae O ~27:26 School Boy~ Ronnie Dod/ Aleks Dodstva X
In an attempt to survive Stillman abandoned his “work-the-leg-to-set-up-the-figure-four” strategy, even taking Guterez out of the ring for some rule breakin’ action! But it was too little too late as Guterez, unbound by the same rules he is forced to abide by in MPLL, gleefully used a pair of jumping piledrivers to get the win. The post-modern art made by the impact of a bloody head being drilled into the mat was just icing on the cake …
Lawman Wild Bill was back again this week with a new partner - El Justiciero - and more determined than ever to make sure WILD athletic contests are run without incident! To insure this he first deputized El Justiciero and then took five minutes instructing referee Martin Roeg on the finer points of professional wrestling officiating. This tutorial seemed to have worked (although the fans were a bit pissed at the delay), that is until late in the tag match that followed.
Seems Bill got a little frustrated with his inability to do much of anything against meat cannon Havok and his speedy pin-breaking-up partner 50 Centavos, resorting to the use of a sledge hammer on Havok to get the edge! Needless to say Roeg did his profession proud by not seeing a damn thing (distracted by teenage girls) but 50 Centavos sure did, and the match ran out of time as heated debate that had a bunch of trouble clearing the language barrier dominated the final moments.
She-bully Cynthia San Martino finally got hers this week in tag action as Tiger Girl 2 and Tigress Mask came out unified and focused, chasing her out of the ring very early on! San Martino’s partner Azumi Oonishi didn’t fare much better, barely giving her partner enough time to recover and mount a second offensive. In fact it wasn’t enough time, as San Martino submitted via chicken wing arm lock to Tigress Mask, who was polite enough not to rub the win into the face of the woman who humiliated her the week before.
But we found out that San Martino is about as honorable in defeat as she has been in victory, which is to say “not at all”. While rubbing some feeling back into her arm she cussed out poor Oonishi, calling her weak and dim-witted and then, when not satisfied with the clueless look she got as a response (Oonishi doesn’t speak English, or at least pretends not to), proceeded to stomp her into the mat! Jesus, what in the hell is this chick’s problem? Tiger Force for the save, yada yada yada …
Last week saw Rhodey Colosso and David DaVinci take down the Busch Boyz in tag action but at a hefty price, as Raz Busch re-injured Colosso’s knee by swinging a padlocked chain into it. This week was all about revenge, as Sicilian body builder DaVinci sought to give Raz his comeuppance! Which he did, but it sure wasn’t easy, as for every lariat he threw (and there were a lot!) Raz had a strike to the groin at the ready. Now you would think taking multiple shots to the gonads would impair just about anyone, but somehow DaVinci was able to trudge through the punishment, perhaps speaking volumes about how he got his physique in the first place.
Duz Busch was on the outside and helping out as well, as was crutches bound Colosso, who spent most of his time hobbling about trying to prevent Duz from tossing chairs in the ring when the referee wasn’t watching. The whole thing was pretty fucking funny actually, that is until DaVinci submitted Raz with a latch lock, prompting Duz to switch focus to the big lug that was chasing him, tripping him with microphone cord and then slamming home the ringside steps to his good knee! Oh the humanity! DaVinci rushed to the aid of his wailing partner while those vile Busch Boyz laughed all the way to the back. Bastards!
On their way to the ring for the fifth match of the evening Kyle Walker could be heard excitedly warning partners Juan Leche and Matt D about the dangers of their opponents: VWA Six-Man Tag Team champions Nippon Hou Hou Chi^Mu (Japan Fashion Team as crudely translated through an array of sources). He mentioned bizarre fashion model MIRYOKO in particular as being far more vicious than his effete appearance would suggest, not to mention the mysterious ninja that flank him at all times (Ninja Express, sporting the always fashionable basic black). Leche smiled in response to all of this and patted him on the head but said he wasn’t in the least bit worried.
Turns out he should have been, as the Ninjas tagged in and out several times without the referee’s knowledge while MIRYOKO did serious damage with a variety of chops and palm strikes. True to form Walker exploded with rage at seeing his team losing and went into hero mode, driving back the Ninja threat and getting several near falls on MIRYOKO before wearing himself out, getting a stitch and succumbing to a Ninja I abdominal nerve hold. Then MIRYOKO modeled some new stirrups and pissed a lot of beer-drinkin’, pork rind eatin’, pro rasslin’ fans off.
Next up WILD TV Champ Sit Kwok Fu fought for the honor of old wrestlers everywhere against Paradigm in a non-title bout. Of course Paradigm protested, saying he was being denied the right to start his title collection, but this here match was about respect, or rather teaching Paradigm to have some for his elders.
This was a furiously fast-paced match that could have gone either way but didn’t, as Kwok Fu went against type by braining Paradigm with a chair on the outside and finished him off with a powerbomb. After taking some time to recover Paradigm leapt up and went on a rant, saying that this was what was wrong with WILD, that a law breaking miscreant like Kwok Fu holds titles while a purist, a student of “WRESTLING” gets labeled a bad guy! He continued to say that even when he uses the enemies tactics he is branded an even viler villain, and that he just can’t get a break!
A gruff voice came over the house PA in response. “But one thing we Bruisers will never do is beat down an old man with cancer, and that’s why you’re gonna get yours!” Out came Paddy Baker walking alongside Virgil Theunk, who in just a week’s time already appears to have lost a good ten-twenty pounds. But despite this he was still smiling, perhaps because of the hair clippers he held in his hand! Paradigm eyed them and tried to leave the ring, only to find all sides blocked; to the right stood Sean Gabriel, to the left Sit Kwok Fu and behind him, despite injuries incurred at the hands of Dan Sommers, Angelo Sabatini!
Paradigm dropped to his knees and begged for mercy but was told by Baker that he would get none, that he was going to find out what it’s like to go through chemotherapy! All sides closed on Paradigm and his arms were held back, his head held prone and the clippers fired up. Paradigm struggled mightily against the odds but couldn’t free himself, not without help anyways …
And help came, three men with slicked back hair, clad in tracksuits and sporting concrete filled rubber hoses, completely surprising the Bruisers with a swift beating that left the audience in shock! Realizing surprise would only take them so far against superior numbers these, these GOOMBAHS grabbed a surprised but grateful Paradigm and fled towards the back! I almost don’t want to write it until it’s been confirmed but … has Paradigm enlisted the aid of the mob? Christ!
Believe it or not there was a main event after what transpired and it was a big one! Confident that Aleks Dodstva was ready to take the next stop towards Dodination of his foes, Ronnie Dod asked the WILD booking committee to schedule them against anyone they saw fit in tag team action. But while walking to the ring that confidence quickly turned to uncertainty when they saw their opponents: Pure Technical Fuckin’ Wrestling’s Martin Fairbairn and Park Young Tae!
Big fighting erupted almost immediately and Ronnie clearly got the worst of his exchange with Martin, winding up bloodied and exhausted. The “green” Dodstva fared much better than his tutor, proving, at least in this match, that he was the better-conditioned athlete, holding up his end in the ring and saving Ronnie’s skin more than a few times.
But when it came time for Ronnie to return the favor he couldn’t be counted on, as he supported his weight by draping himself over the top rope, breathing heavily while “encouraging” Aleks to hang in there against Young-Tae, that he would find an opening in his blistering martial arts attack soon. Unfortunately he couldn’t, and Dodstva wound up getting pinned with a school boy roll up in the middle of the ring, a situation that Ronnie might have been able to make a save on had he felt like budging a muscle. Dodstva did not look happy after the match, looking sullen and refusing to exchange anything more than one word responses with Dod, who kept trying to tell him “learning to lose is an important part of your training!”
1) Pedro Guterez ~15:08 Martinete~ Bret Stillman
2) 50 Centavos/ Havok ~30:00 Time-Up Draw!~ El Justiciero/ Wild Bill
3) Tiger Girl 2/ Tigress Mask O ~16:20 Chicken Wing Armlock~ Cynthia San Martino X/ Azumi Oonishi
4) David DaVinci ~23:53 Macaroni Vice~ Raz Busch
5) Nippon Hou Hou Chi^Mu [MIRYOKO/ Ninja I O/ Ninja II] ~20:04 Abdominal Asiatic Spike~ Juan Leche/ Kyle Walker X/ Matt D
6) Sit Kwok Fu ~15:25 Powerbomb~ Paradigm
7) Martin Fairbairn/ Park Young-Tae O ~27:26 School Boy~ Ronnie Dod/ Aleks Dodstva X
10.11.2007
[ 10.7.07 | RETournament Finals]
Ladies and gentleman, fags and wrestling fans the world over, welcome to Pro-Wrestling WILD -- the RETournament Finals! Last time we had a NEW CHAMPION crowned in Jack Dod, and this week we will see the thrilling finale to the RETournament, with 3 big matches; Spunk vs Sean Gabriel and JB vs Dante, winners face off for the chance to challenge Jack Dod for the Unified Wild Heavyweight Championship of the WORLD. Last time we saw JB clean house, but can he keep that momentum up?
So, here we are in BINGO Hall in Buffalo, NY, and Beenie Bear is out now, passing out Beenie bags to the fans at ringside, and here are a bunch of happy children!
Wait! Here comes the Champ! Jack Dod making his way down to the ring, UWH Championship slung over his shoulder, and a fine Dod Squad logo t-shirt covering his now-thickish-physique. Jack being bombarded by boos from the crowd as he stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for them to shut up, this brings out Ronnie Dod, as he is randomly RON-KWAN-DOH chopping people who get near him, trying to calm them down, shouting at them to respect the Champion of the Universe. He threatens a few times to lift his shirt up, and says if they don't shut up he willl and awalwefalisdfjasfiasdlfjasdlfjsdifsdljfasdfi the crowd just got Ronnied! Refs coming out now to drag Ronnie away as Jack sighs and tells them to leave him alone. Ronnie fixes his shirt (which happens to be a tuxedo t-shirt, as TV appearances are a special occasion) and grabs a mic. Ronnie steps into the ring as Jack nods at him, Jack posing with his arms out, the title hanging from his hand as Ronnie begins to shout.
Ronnie: Ladies and Gentlemen, that fat fuck sitting in the front row who could probably use a few trips to the gym, and that girl over there *he winks* whom I will award with a lifetime pass to the RON-KWAN-DOH-JO, I introduce you to the man, the myth, the legend, not just a GOD.. But a DOD.
*Ronnie pauses as Jack places his hands over his heart, then outstretches them again*
Ronnie: He is the leader of the Dod Squad, he is beyond description, and voted the sexiest man alive the past 7 years in a row in Dod Illustrated. He stands at a towering SIX FOOT FOUR, and weights in at a slim, cut, ripped and chiseled two hundred and forthy-eight pounds, four-point-five ounces, hailing from wherever the hell he damn well pleases, the UNIFIED.. WILD.. HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, NOT ONLY OF THE WORLD, BUT THE UNIVERSE.
JACK.
DODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
*The fans erupt, some cheer while most boo, Ronnie applauding profusely as Jack gets down on one knee and calls for applause, raising the ire of some fans and causing a rain of garbage from the crowd. Jack brushes it off and acts like it didn't happen as Ronnie hands him the mic and bows to the corner.
Jack Dod: I thank you, Ronnie. Ladies and Gentlemen, Ronnie Dod! But enough about him, now how about me?
*Jack snaps his fingers, as Ronnie squirms around in his pants, pulling out a mirror, breathing on it and wiping it with his work-out gloves, then handing it to Jack. Jack inspects himself and smiles*
Jack: I mean, I am not only perfect, but I am the Champion. Last time you all saw me, it was in victory, standing over the brutalized corpse of Twinky McLanahan. Word is that after the match he was rushed to the hospital where they had to amputate both of his legs after the devastating FOUR FIGURE LEG LOCK, and replace them with mutant prosthetic limbs. They tell me that not only will he never be the same again, that he might never wrestle again. Now.. I know many of you are big Twinky fans, so if you are a grieving woman, please see Ronnie after this interview where he can furnish you, the grieving fan, with a pass to the Dod locker room where I, Jack Dod will comfort you in your time of need. Please, only 18 and over apply, 16 with expressed written consent from your parents!
*The crowd is booing like crazy now as Ronnie motions for them to quiet down again*
Jack: So here I am, awaiting to see who my unworthy contender will be. Four men, each one of them a certain kind of pest, but none of them will be able to challenge me, none will be able to take this belt, none can even..
BAH GAWD ITS JB! JB! JB! JB storms into the ring, grabbing a mic on the way in and sizing up Ronnie, who starts going into a RON-KWAN-DOH pose which would lead into a CHOP, but JB just KICK -- WHAM! -- STUNNER! STUNNER! JB IS A HOUSE OF FIRE! He motions for a Dr. Pepper and the ring announcer tosses him one, as he cracks it open and takes a big swig. Jack is looking on in disgust as JB gets right into his face.
JB: WHOOOOOOOOOOO!
*Jack scoffs and pulls back as the fans go nuts*
Jack: Ok, so you can give Ronnie a stunner! Big deal, I can give Ronnie a DODSMACK!
*He picks Ronnie up, helps dust him off and KICK -- WHAM! -- DODSMACK! Ronnie flies back into the ropes and convulses, as Jack gets right into JB's face*
Jack: CAN YOU DO THAT!?
JB: Oh, well, I don't know. I mean YEAH! I can do that, I can do a lot more than that... Such as..
*He points to the title on Jack's shoulder*
JB: Take that title from you with a Dr. Pepper in one hand the whole time!
*The fans erupt as JB downs the Dr. Pepper*
JB: Unlike you, I have no weaknesses. I disposed of Caleb even with you trying to distract me with Polly -- AND.. AND, I made out with her right in THIS VERY RING.
*Jack turns around and kicks the bottom rope as JB calls for another Dr. Pepper, cracking it open and drinking it.. Jack looks at him from the corner of his eye*
Jack: No weakness, huh?
JB: None.
*Jack shrugs*
Jack: Well then, I guess I have no chance then, do I?
JB: Nope.
Jack: Ha! We'll see about that! Good luck tonight, Blackhart.
*Jack collects Ronnie, who is still out of it and walks to the back as JB celebrates again with another Dr. Pepper, Jack looking back at him scornfully, but smirking as JB downs the Dr. Pepper*
Jack: You drink that Dr. Pepper, Blackhart! It'll be your last!
Now we go back to the crew setting things up, Beenie the Bear out again, passing out more Beanie Bags! The fans are loving this, but wait.. What is this.. Is that? Its Rick O'Hara! What the hell is he doing out here. He is offering his hand to Beenie. Beenie just sort of stares at him and offers him a Beanie Bag. Rick swats it away as Beenie bends down to pick it up. Rick puts his hand out again, only for Beenie to offer it to him again, and this time Rick hits him with a STIFF ELBOW SHIVER!!! Oh man, that was a STRONG STYLE BLOW! It looks like we have a ref, and Beenie has agreed to take on Rick O'Hara!
This was just.. Not pretty! Rick really made short work of Beenie, using his AMERICAN STRONG STYLE skills and finally putting him away with a move that he dubs as honorable, but I'm not sure exactly how honorable it is to beat up a mascot passing out toys to children!
Rick O'Hara (:42 -- Ki Krusher) Beenie Bear
Now we move onto the second bout of the evening, this one actually scheduled, and its the RETournament Semi-Finals match of Sean Gabriel vs Spunk! Both men eager to get down to action here as we are underway.
This was exactly what you'd expect from these two, a very stiff, close match-up, with Gabriel using big punches and elbows on Spunk, while Spunk using kicks to keep Sean at bay, as well as both trying to wear the other down with submissions. Neither man really has a clear advantage and.. WAIT.. WAIT..
STUART ROBINSON! WHAT IS HE DOING OUT HERE? He piledrives Spunk down to the mat, and turns his attention to Gabriel! Sean KO'd him last show, and he is looking for revenge! Stuart taking it to Sean, as Spunk is trying to regain his composure -- BRIAN LEE! BRIAN LEE WHAT IS HE DOING OUT HERE!? He is taking it to Spunk on the outside, belly to belly! LSD ON THE FUCKING RAMP! SPUNK IS OUT OF IT! We have officials going crazy out here trying to break things up. An ambulance crew has come out and stretchered Spunk out, as Lee follows, trying to attack Spunk on the stretcher.
Sean Gabriel (10:45 -- NO CONTEST) Sean Gabriel
This leaves us in quite a pickle, as neither man will obviously advance into the finals, as both men were disqualified, and this match was thrown out, and Sean and Stuart are still slugging it out! Here come the other two LRI members, and they are all putting the boots to Sean, and here comes Paddy and Sit! They clear house, and LRI is regrouping on the outside, Stuart has the mic;
Stuart: You IRA bastards want a fight, bring it!
Well, with these 3 men in the ring, they didn't need a challenge laid out twice.
Insane 6-man tag action from these guys, LRI working like the well-oiled machine that they are and the Bruisers not looking too shabby themselves. Sean and Stuart both upset over the other one costing them their chance to challenge for the title at some point, and it shows throughout this match. Lots of insane brawling action, spilling to the outside on just about every occasion.
Spot of the night goes to VD for his insane top rope tope con giro (WITH A TWIST -- ITS NOT CON HILO, ITS CON GIRO) taking out everybody in sight! VD ends up more or less the star of this match, as the SILENCER puts Paddy to sleep, with LRI picking up the big win.
LRI (Stuart Robinson/VD Dod(O)/Fat Lip) (25:55 -- Silencer) Celtic Bruisers (Sean Gabriel/Paddy Baker(X)/Sit Kwok Fu)
Seamus McFadden out now, to a loud round of boos as he takes the mic and implores the crowd to quiet down.
McFadden: Now, if you don't know who I am, which would just be ridiculous and, well, you should just know.. I am Seamus McFadden, and boys and girls, what you might not remember is that oh, ages ago I was granted a certain right, a certain amount of power.
*The crowd boos as he taps his cane on the mat a few times*
McFadden: Quiet, you peasants! I could buy and sell all of you to the circus and you'd never be missed or seen again!
*He regains his composure and fixes his jacket*
McFadden: Now, to what I was saying. I was the exalted Commissioner of Pro-Wrestling WILD, and the contract that I signed, well, it was until 2010. Since the company never truly went out of business, I've, well.. I had a nice long meeting with officials today, and effective immediately... I, Seamus McFadden am once again the Commissioner of Pro-Wrestling WILD!
*He tosses his arms open as the fans do nothing but boo him*
McFadden: Oh who bloody asked you if you cared! I'm not out here to exert my will on you bloody yanks anyway, what I am here to do, is to make a few executive decisions! Due to what we just saw, clearly neither Spunk or Sean Gabriel can move on to the main event tonight, so Jason Blackhart vs Dante Black, well... Winner takes all, that is your finals.
*The fans erupt at this, chanting for JB and Dante, back and forth. McFadden keeps rapping his cane as he is trying to quiet them down*
McFadden: Children, children.. Settle down, that isn't all. Also, I was having a quite informative conversation with Brian Lee before, and apparently he wants to face Spunk tonight. Now, Spunk I am being told, is in no condition to compete tonight, while he was not hospitalized, it was on his own refusal. He is being checked out by our doctors, and well, it just looks like it was a quick stinger, he didn't suffer any serious damage, nor a concussion, and we are about safety here.. So, in the interest of fairness to Brian Lee, and to Spunk, I've decided that they WILL face off here tonight!
*The fans erupt again at this huge announcement*
McFadden:.. As opponents in a 6-man tag match, featuring the team of Brian Lee, Tommy Fiero and Dan Sommers.. Against.. Spunk, Angelo Sabatini and Bobo Gomez, and well, this match is NOW!
The fans are red hot for this match, as this is a huge 6-man tag, with Dan Sommers having no love loss with Bobo Gomez and of course Angelo Sabatini, Spunk having no qualms with beating up Tommy Fiero and of course, livid over Brian Lee from earlier. Spunk thought, not looking so hot as he still looks shaken up from Lee's attack from before.
All 6 men were on fire tonight, Spunk doing his best to keep his head in the game, but ended up almost a non-factor. The finish to the match was exciting, as Dan Sommers displayed his amazing power and brutalness, as he hoists Sabatini up onto his shoulders and sends him crashing down onto his knee, a sick crack heard throughout the arena as the ref slides in to check on Angelo, and he is calling this! Angelo is out!
Brian Lee/Tommy Fiero/Dan Sommers(O) (28:22 -- Alabama Nightmare -- CRITICAL!) Spunk/Bobo Gomez/Angelo Sabatini(X)
Now we cut to backstage, where Jason Blackhart is warming up, when Seamus McFadden approaches him.
JB: What do YOU want?
McFadden: Oh, nothing mah boy, just wishin' you the best of luck. I'll wish you.. The luck o' the Irish, mah boy!
*Ronnie quietly steps in behind them, pulling a vial from his pants, uncorking it and pouring some white powder into his drink and slipping out back again*
JB: YEAH! Um, I don't need luck, and I don't need anything from YOU.
*He picks up his Dr. Pepper and takes a big swig of it*
JB: Ahhh! All I need is my Dr. Pepper and I'm ready to take on the world.
*McFadden cackles as JB finishes off the Dr. Pepper, and tosses the can into a recycling bin behind him.. He winks at the camera and gives a thumbs up*
JB: Kids, don't forget to recycle or something, and uh, FUCK YOU!
*JB flips off McFadden, then kick -- WHAM! -- STUNNER! STUNNER ON MCFADDEN!*
This leads us to our MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING.. Folks, this is it, winner takes all, winner takes on Jack Dod.
It was JB and Dante, back and forth, JB throwing everything at Dante, and Dante fighting like a real man. JB and Dante are HOSSES ON FIRE, but JB begins to slow down. It looks like JB is having a hard time keeping his footing, growing kind of sloppy. When he starts whiffing punches the fans are starting to get leery. JB is having a hard time even standing up now! He keeps fight, as he is Jason Blackhart and will never say die, but something is wrong here, something is very, very wrong! DAnte is in control as things spill to the outside. JB can't seem to keep his head into this, he whiffs a punch and Dante hoists him up onto his shoulders -- HULK BUSTER! HULK BUSTER! Holy shit JB's head just smacked against the cold, hard concrete!
Dante slow up to his feet, JB not moving at all, as the ref is counting.. 15....16... Dante is pulling himself together.. 17.. 18... 19.. 20! Its over, Dante Black is your new challenger, and JB is just fucking out of it! He is not moving!
Dante Black (11:23 -- Count Out) Jason Blackhart
Oh christ, Jack Dod's music! Jack Dod! What is he doing out here? Jack Dod is attacking Jason Blackhart!! JB is struggling up to his feet -- HUGE SPEAR BY JACK DOD! My god, Jack just drilled JB, JB's head smacking against the side of the apron, followed by the concrete! That was just a DODSMASH if I've ever seen one! Jack picks Jason up -- KICK -- WHAM! -- DODSMACK ON THE OUTSIDE!!! DODSMACK!! JB IS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT! Somebody has to stop this, somebody has to stop Jack Dod! The refs are running out of the ramp, but McFadden is standing in their way, his neck in a brace, ordering them to stand down or he'll fire them!
Jack has Jason by the hair, and Jason is just a limp corpse.. PILEDRIVER ON THE EXPOSED CONCRETE! FOLKS, THAT IS IT! JB IS HURT! Finally Jack Dod steps down, only after degrading JB tonight.
WHAT A NIGHT! UNTIL NEXT TIME!
So, here we are in BINGO Hall in Buffalo, NY, and Beenie Bear is out now, passing out Beenie bags to the fans at ringside, and here are a bunch of happy children!
Wait! Here comes the Champ! Jack Dod making his way down to the ring, UWH Championship slung over his shoulder, and a fine Dod Squad logo t-shirt covering his now-thickish-physique. Jack being bombarded by boos from the crowd as he stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for them to shut up, this brings out Ronnie Dod, as he is randomly RON-KWAN-DOH chopping people who get near him, trying to calm them down, shouting at them to respect the Champion of the Universe. He threatens a few times to lift his shirt up, and says if they don't shut up he willl and awalwefalisdfjasfiasdlfjasdlfjsdifsdljfasdfi the crowd just got Ronnied! Refs coming out now to drag Ronnie away as Jack sighs and tells them to leave him alone. Ronnie fixes his shirt (which happens to be a tuxedo t-shirt, as TV appearances are a special occasion) and grabs a mic. Ronnie steps into the ring as Jack nods at him, Jack posing with his arms out, the title hanging from his hand as Ronnie begins to shout.
Ronnie: Ladies and Gentlemen, that fat fuck sitting in the front row who could probably use a few trips to the gym, and that girl over there *he winks* whom I will award with a lifetime pass to the RON-KWAN-DOH-JO, I introduce you to the man, the myth, the legend, not just a GOD.. But a DOD.
*Ronnie pauses as Jack places his hands over his heart, then outstretches them again*
Ronnie: He is the leader of the Dod Squad, he is beyond description, and voted the sexiest man alive the past 7 years in a row in Dod Illustrated. He stands at a towering SIX FOOT FOUR, and weights in at a slim, cut, ripped and chiseled two hundred and forthy-eight pounds, four-point-five ounces, hailing from wherever the hell he damn well pleases, the UNIFIED.. WILD.. HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, NOT ONLY OF THE WORLD, BUT THE UNIVERSE.
JACK.
DODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
*The fans erupt, some cheer while most boo, Ronnie applauding profusely as Jack gets down on one knee and calls for applause, raising the ire of some fans and causing a rain of garbage from the crowd. Jack brushes it off and acts like it didn't happen as Ronnie hands him the mic and bows to the corner.
Jack Dod: I thank you, Ronnie. Ladies and Gentlemen, Ronnie Dod! But enough about him, now how about me?
*Jack snaps his fingers, as Ronnie squirms around in his pants, pulling out a mirror, breathing on it and wiping it with his work-out gloves, then handing it to Jack. Jack inspects himself and smiles*
Jack: I mean, I am not only perfect, but I am the Champion. Last time you all saw me, it was in victory, standing over the brutalized corpse of Twinky McLanahan. Word is that after the match he was rushed to the hospital where they had to amputate both of his legs after the devastating FOUR FIGURE LEG LOCK, and replace them with mutant prosthetic limbs. They tell me that not only will he never be the same again, that he might never wrestle again. Now.. I know many of you are big Twinky fans, so if you are a grieving woman, please see Ronnie after this interview where he can furnish you, the grieving fan, with a pass to the Dod locker room where I, Jack Dod will comfort you in your time of need. Please, only 18 and over apply, 16 with expressed written consent from your parents!
*The crowd is booing like crazy now as Ronnie motions for them to quiet down again*
Jack: So here I am, awaiting to see who my unworthy contender will be. Four men, each one of them a certain kind of pest, but none of them will be able to challenge me, none will be able to take this belt, none can even..
BAH GAWD ITS JB! JB! JB! JB storms into the ring, grabbing a mic on the way in and sizing up Ronnie, who starts going into a RON-KWAN-DOH pose which would lead into a CHOP, but JB just KICK -- WHAM! -- STUNNER! STUNNER! JB IS A HOUSE OF FIRE! He motions for a Dr. Pepper and the ring announcer tosses him one, as he cracks it open and takes a big swig. Jack is looking on in disgust as JB gets right into his face.
JB: WHOOOOOOOOOOO!
*Jack scoffs and pulls back as the fans go nuts*
Jack: Ok, so you can give Ronnie a stunner! Big deal, I can give Ronnie a DODSMACK!
*He picks Ronnie up, helps dust him off and KICK -- WHAM! -- DODSMACK! Ronnie flies back into the ropes and convulses, as Jack gets right into JB's face*
Jack: CAN YOU DO THAT!?
JB: Oh, well, I don't know. I mean YEAH! I can do that, I can do a lot more than that... Such as..
*He points to the title on Jack's shoulder*
JB: Take that title from you with a Dr. Pepper in one hand the whole time!
*The fans erupt as JB downs the Dr. Pepper*
JB: Unlike you, I have no weaknesses. I disposed of Caleb even with you trying to distract me with Polly -- AND.. AND, I made out with her right in THIS VERY RING.
*Jack turns around and kicks the bottom rope as JB calls for another Dr. Pepper, cracking it open and drinking it.. Jack looks at him from the corner of his eye*
Jack: No weakness, huh?
JB: None.
*Jack shrugs*
Jack: Well then, I guess I have no chance then, do I?
JB: Nope.
Jack: Ha! We'll see about that! Good luck tonight, Blackhart.
*Jack collects Ronnie, who is still out of it and walks to the back as JB celebrates again with another Dr. Pepper, Jack looking back at him scornfully, but smirking as JB downs the Dr. Pepper*
Jack: You drink that Dr. Pepper, Blackhart! It'll be your last!
Now we go back to the crew setting things up, Beenie the Bear out again, passing out more Beanie Bags! The fans are loving this, but wait.. What is this.. Is that? Its Rick O'Hara! What the hell is he doing out here. He is offering his hand to Beenie. Beenie just sort of stares at him and offers him a Beanie Bag. Rick swats it away as Beenie bends down to pick it up. Rick puts his hand out again, only for Beenie to offer it to him again, and this time Rick hits him with a STIFF ELBOW SHIVER!!! Oh man, that was a STRONG STYLE BLOW! It looks like we have a ref, and Beenie has agreed to take on Rick O'Hara!
This was just.. Not pretty! Rick really made short work of Beenie, using his AMERICAN STRONG STYLE skills and finally putting him away with a move that he dubs as honorable, but I'm not sure exactly how honorable it is to beat up a mascot passing out toys to children!
Rick O'Hara (:42 -- Ki Krusher) Beenie Bear
Now we move onto the second bout of the evening, this one actually scheduled, and its the RETournament Semi-Finals match of Sean Gabriel vs Spunk! Both men eager to get down to action here as we are underway.
This was exactly what you'd expect from these two, a very stiff, close match-up, with Gabriel using big punches and elbows on Spunk, while Spunk using kicks to keep Sean at bay, as well as both trying to wear the other down with submissions. Neither man really has a clear advantage and.. WAIT.. WAIT..
STUART ROBINSON! WHAT IS HE DOING OUT HERE? He piledrives Spunk down to the mat, and turns his attention to Gabriel! Sean KO'd him last show, and he is looking for revenge! Stuart taking it to Sean, as Spunk is trying to regain his composure -- BRIAN LEE! BRIAN LEE WHAT IS HE DOING OUT HERE!? He is taking it to Spunk on the outside, belly to belly! LSD ON THE FUCKING RAMP! SPUNK IS OUT OF IT! We have officials going crazy out here trying to break things up. An ambulance crew has come out and stretchered Spunk out, as Lee follows, trying to attack Spunk on the stretcher.
Sean Gabriel (10:45 -- NO CONTEST) Sean Gabriel
This leaves us in quite a pickle, as neither man will obviously advance into the finals, as both men were disqualified, and this match was thrown out, and Sean and Stuart are still slugging it out! Here come the other two LRI members, and they are all putting the boots to Sean, and here comes Paddy and Sit! They clear house, and LRI is regrouping on the outside, Stuart has the mic;
Stuart: You IRA bastards want a fight, bring it!
Well, with these 3 men in the ring, they didn't need a challenge laid out twice.
Insane 6-man tag action from these guys, LRI working like the well-oiled machine that they are and the Bruisers not looking too shabby themselves. Sean and Stuart both upset over the other one costing them their chance to challenge for the title at some point, and it shows throughout this match. Lots of insane brawling action, spilling to the outside on just about every occasion.
Spot of the night goes to VD for his insane top rope tope con giro (WITH A TWIST -- ITS NOT CON HILO, ITS CON GIRO) taking out everybody in sight! VD ends up more or less the star of this match, as the SILENCER puts Paddy to sleep, with LRI picking up the big win.
LRI (Stuart Robinson/VD Dod(O)/Fat Lip) (25:55 -- Silencer) Celtic Bruisers (Sean Gabriel/Paddy Baker(X)/Sit Kwok Fu)
Seamus McFadden out now, to a loud round of boos as he takes the mic and implores the crowd to quiet down.
McFadden: Now, if you don't know who I am, which would just be ridiculous and, well, you should just know.. I am Seamus McFadden, and boys and girls, what you might not remember is that oh, ages ago I was granted a certain right, a certain amount of power.
*The crowd boos as he taps his cane on the mat a few times*
McFadden: Quiet, you peasants! I could buy and sell all of you to the circus and you'd never be missed or seen again!
*He regains his composure and fixes his jacket*
McFadden: Now, to what I was saying. I was the exalted Commissioner of Pro-Wrestling WILD, and the contract that I signed, well, it was until 2010. Since the company never truly went out of business, I've, well.. I had a nice long meeting with officials today, and effective immediately... I, Seamus McFadden am once again the Commissioner of Pro-Wrestling WILD!
*He tosses his arms open as the fans do nothing but boo him*
McFadden: Oh who bloody asked you if you cared! I'm not out here to exert my will on you bloody yanks anyway, what I am here to do, is to make a few executive decisions! Due to what we just saw, clearly neither Spunk or Sean Gabriel can move on to the main event tonight, so Jason Blackhart vs Dante Black, well... Winner takes all, that is your finals.
*The fans erupt at this, chanting for JB and Dante, back and forth. McFadden keeps rapping his cane as he is trying to quiet them down*
McFadden: Children, children.. Settle down, that isn't all. Also, I was having a quite informative conversation with Brian Lee before, and apparently he wants to face Spunk tonight. Now, Spunk I am being told, is in no condition to compete tonight, while he was not hospitalized, it was on his own refusal. He is being checked out by our doctors, and well, it just looks like it was a quick stinger, he didn't suffer any serious damage, nor a concussion, and we are about safety here.. So, in the interest of fairness to Brian Lee, and to Spunk, I've decided that they WILL face off here tonight!
*The fans erupt again at this huge announcement*
McFadden:.. As opponents in a 6-man tag match, featuring the team of Brian Lee, Tommy Fiero and Dan Sommers.. Against.. Spunk, Angelo Sabatini and Bobo Gomez, and well, this match is NOW!
The fans are red hot for this match, as this is a huge 6-man tag, with Dan Sommers having no love loss with Bobo Gomez and of course Angelo Sabatini, Spunk having no qualms with beating up Tommy Fiero and of course, livid over Brian Lee from earlier. Spunk thought, not looking so hot as he still looks shaken up from Lee's attack from before.
All 6 men were on fire tonight, Spunk doing his best to keep his head in the game, but ended up almost a non-factor. The finish to the match was exciting, as Dan Sommers displayed his amazing power and brutalness, as he hoists Sabatini up onto his shoulders and sends him crashing down onto his knee, a sick crack heard throughout the arena as the ref slides in to check on Angelo, and he is calling this! Angelo is out!
Brian Lee/Tommy Fiero/Dan Sommers(O) (28:22 -- Alabama Nightmare -- CRITICAL!) Spunk/Bobo Gomez/Angelo Sabatini(X)
Now we cut to backstage, where Jason Blackhart is warming up, when Seamus McFadden approaches him.
JB: What do YOU want?
McFadden: Oh, nothing mah boy, just wishin' you the best of luck. I'll wish you.. The luck o' the Irish, mah boy!
*Ronnie quietly steps in behind them, pulling a vial from his pants, uncorking it and pouring some white powder into his drink and slipping out back again*
JB: YEAH! Um, I don't need luck, and I don't need anything from YOU.
*He picks up his Dr. Pepper and takes a big swig of it*
JB: Ahhh! All I need is my Dr. Pepper and I'm ready to take on the world.
*McFadden cackles as JB finishes off the Dr. Pepper, and tosses the can into a recycling bin behind him.. He winks at the camera and gives a thumbs up*
JB: Kids, don't forget to recycle or something, and uh, FUCK YOU!
*JB flips off McFadden, then kick -- WHAM! -- STUNNER! STUNNER ON MCFADDEN!*
This leads us to our MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING.. Folks, this is it, winner takes all, winner takes on Jack Dod.
It was JB and Dante, back and forth, JB throwing everything at Dante, and Dante fighting like a real man. JB and Dante are HOSSES ON FIRE, but JB begins to slow down. It looks like JB is having a hard time keeping his footing, growing kind of sloppy. When he starts whiffing punches the fans are starting to get leery. JB is having a hard time even standing up now! He keeps fight, as he is Jason Blackhart and will never say die, but something is wrong here, something is very, very wrong! DAnte is in control as things spill to the outside. JB can't seem to keep his head into this, he whiffs a punch and Dante hoists him up onto his shoulders -- HULK BUSTER! HULK BUSTER! Holy shit JB's head just smacked against the cold, hard concrete!
Dante slow up to his feet, JB not moving at all, as the ref is counting.. 15....16... Dante is pulling himself together.. 17.. 18... 19.. 20! Its over, Dante Black is your new challenger, and JB is just fucking out of it! He is not moving!
Dante Black (11:23 -- Count Out) Jason Blackhart
Oh christ, Jack Dod's music! Jack Dod! What is he doing out here? Jack Dod is attacking Jason Blackhart!! JB is struggling up to his feet -- HUGE SPEAR BY JACK DOD! My god, Jack just drilled JB, JB's head smacking against the side of the apron, followed by the concrete! That was just a DODSMASH if I've ever seen one! Jack picks Jason up -- KICK -- WHAM! -- DODSMACK ON THE OUTSIDE!!! DODSMACK!! JB IS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT! Somebody has to stop this, somebody has to stop Jack Dod! The refs are running out of the ramp, but McFadden is standing in their way, his neck in a brace, ordering them to stand down or he'll fire them!
Jack has Jason by the hair, and Jason is just a limp corpse.. PILEDRIVER ON THE EXPOSED CONCRETE! FOLKS, THAT IS IT! JB IS HURT! Finally Jack Dod steps down, only after degrading JB tonight.
WHAT A NIGHT! UNTIL NEXT TIME!
10.06.2007
WILD Saturday Night #2
Show kicked off with “Maulin’” San Martino womanhandling her competition for the second week in a row, this time taking down Tigress Mask. The dainty feline’s submission skills were effective in taking away San Martino’s jackhammer like punches, but did nothing to stop her head, which she used to add a few crimson splotches to the Tigress’s Bazooka Joe bubble gum colored outfit. A reverse chokeslam, a carrying tackle and a stump puller later and it was all she wrote, save for San Martino’s verbal parting shot: “Real women don’t wear pink!”
Law abiding officer of the peace Wild Bill was of little use to Mike Duff against rogues Mike Phillips and Jake Jackson in the next bout, refusing to break even one rule while the opposition figuratively wiped their asses with the WILD rule book! Duff tried his best to fight fire with fire as this one got increasingly out of hand, but ultimately threw up his hands in frustration. From here on out Wild Bill did his best Walker Texas Ranger impression, trying his darndest to win this one clean for all the Ovaltine drinking boys and girls, resulting in his being on the receiving end of scads of double teams leading up to a loss at the hands of Jackson. Wild Bill was so upset about the loss he actually tried to write referee Gen Hirayama a citation for not enforcing the rules!
Jobber to the Stars Joe Doe made good use of the abdominal stretch and the headlock to drag his match with indie stud Jason Wesley out way longer than anyone would have expected. Even after Wesley firmly took over the offensive side of things Doe would not give up, at least until the big guns were pulled out: an avalanche arm cross! Doe stubbornly refused an MRI after the match, even though observers could literally hear tendons gnashing as he attempted to show no serious injury had been done to his arm. Wacky jobbers …
Juan Leche and Kyle Walker took on a pair of Zombies in the fourth match of the night, but as Leche’s submission victory via bow and arrow lock proved these weren’t actually real zombies at all. No, because zombies are incapable of feeling pain and, therefore, would not have any reason to give up to an agonizing stretch. If that weren’t enough proof that Zombi I and Zombi II are not members of the living dead, consider that Kyle Walker was bitten multiple times during the match and is, as of this writing, feeling “chipper and full of pep!”
After fighting to a double count-out the week before the teams of Colosso/ DaVinci and the thugalicious Busch Boyz were scheduled to fight again, only this time with no disqualifications and no count-outs! It should come as no surprise then that this became essentially a Texas Tornado match almost immediately, with ref Martin Roeg just trying to stay out of the way until needed. This was absolute madness for fifteen plus, with both teams using anything not bolted down to smash their opponents with!
The end came about in a blur, as while Duz Busch was fading fast in the clutches of a Colosso bear hug his brother Raz took a padlock weighted length of chain and swung it into the surgically repaired knee (injury courtesy of the VWA’s Ninja Express) of Colosso, dropping him like that one fabled statue that was really tall and fell onto some Greek island. DaVinci was quick to prevent Raz from doing any more damage, and Duz, still in Colosso’s grip, was declared unable to continue. The Busch Boyz may have lost this bout but as Colosso’ bellows of pain suggested as he writhed on the mat, it’s possible they took the war in one fell swoop!
Match number six saw Aleks Dodstva accompany Ronnie Dod for a lesson in how to dismantle those that are not Dod, with that role being played by golden armed arena football quarterback Ken Shields. Shields took exception to being propped up as Dod fodder and almost immediately broke the nose of Ronnie with a solid punch, but that was about all he did, getting steamrolled after that with a quickness. From the outside, Aleks watched on with focused awe …
WILD TV Champion Sit Kwok Fu was the standout amongst a stellar field of talent in the next bout, an epic six-man tag featuring he, Jimmy Cliff and Angelo Sabatini against VD Dod, Fat Lip and the resurgent Paradigm! The straight shooting Sabatini looked a little bit out of place amongst this motley crew, but it’s believed he took such offense to Paradigm’s comments about older wrestlers he fervently petitioned to be booked here!
In the end it turns out that age is not always the benchmark for stamina, as while everyone else had beaten themselves into exhaustion Sabatini still appeared quite hale, evidenced when he drove VD Dod and Fat Lip out of the ring with one mighty push. At that exact moment Sit Kwok Fu was rolling through a Paradigm German Suplex to apply a Boston Crab, getting payback for losing to Paradigm the week before.
Paradigm flipped out after losing, berating the departing LRI members for their lousy teamwork and equating their performances with that of the “washed-up old men that plague this promotion”. But while ranting away he forgot his enemies were in the vicinity, and this time it was Angelo Sabatini who spun him around by the shoulder, knocking him out of the ring with a mighty wallop. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand the scowling Paradigm shot a look up at Sabatini, who responded with a jerk, as if he was about to launch himself out of the ring. Paradigm didn’t wait around to see what would happen next, diving into the crowd and hightailing it away from danger …
A very special main event closed out the evening, as Paddy Baker made his way out to the ring to address the audience. In somber tones he briefly talked about his wrestling history, starting out in the National Wrestling Federation in 1968, epic battles with the likes of Jerry Billo, Moonshiner Magee, Larry York. But he said that as tough as those guys were none of them held a candle to Virgil Theunk.
He says Theunk came to the promotion from England around the same time he did and they took an immediate disliking to each other, and their enmity showed every time they stepped into the ring with each other. Over the years he estimated they’ve fought hundreds of times, all over the world for several different promotions. But they never fought over anything as hard as the Mid-Continental title, at one point in the 70’s trading the title six times back and forth during epic encounters.
Baker then told the audience that Theunk collapsed at a VWA show earlier in the week and that after being looked after doctors have diagnosed him with an aggressive form of colon cancer. He then said Theunk is going to undergo treatment soon and, knowing this, called him with one simple request: a shot at the Mid-Continental title, “before I can’t wrestle anymore, mate”. Baker bowed his head after saying this and wiped away a tear. “I never liked that limey snake but goddamned if I don’t respect the hell out of him. I’d give him the title if he asked for it.”
This brought out Virgil Theunk, the mat legend, looking a bit peaked but still healthy enough to compete in what was sure to be a friendly exhibition. And it started out that way but after just a few minutes memories of their old rivalry escalated the action from basic mat work to something far more aggressive. While Baker threw elbows and European uppercuts Theunk put every ounce of his being into every submission hold he applied until finally he had nothing left, allowing Baker to power out of a Stranglehold Alpha and put Theunk away with the inverted piledriver.
Baker helped Theunk up after the match and they shook hands, then hugged while the fans showed their approval. Baker then told Theunk to hold on just one minute, signaling for a photographer to enter the ring while reaching over the ropes for his title, perhaps preparing for a timeless photo opportunity. But abruptly the applause changed to jeers and as Baker turned around he saw why: Paradigm, steel chair in hand, had just laid out Theunk and then charged at Baker, clocking him over the head before he could react!!
Baker tumbled out of the ring and the crazed Paradigm followed, smacking him a few more times with the chair and then trying to choke the life out of him with a length of cable, all the while screaming about mandatory retirement ages and how filthy the elderly are. Sean Gabriel, Angelo Sabatini and Sit Kwok Fu dashed down to the ring to the rescue, driving Paradigm off into the crowd once again while the stunned crowd looked on …
1) Cynthia San Martino ~9:10 Schoolyard Stretch~ Tigress Mask
2) Mike Phillips/ Jake Jackson O ~20:58 School Boy~ Mike Duff/ Wild Bill X
3) Jason Wesley ~20:59 Avalanche Arm Cross~ Joe Doe
4) Juan Leche O/ Kyle Walker ~15:34 Bow and Arrow Lock~ Not Really Zombis [Zombi I/ Zombi II X]
5) Rhodey Colosso O/ David DaVinci ~17:21 Bear Hug~ The Busch Boyz [Raz Busch/ Duz Busch X]
6) Ronnie Dod ~6:57 Twisting Belly to Belly~ Ken Shields
7) Sit Kwok Fu O/ Jimmy Cliff/ Angelo Sabatini ~24:03 Boston Crab~ VD Dod/ Fat Lip/ Paradigm X
8) MID-CONTINENTAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
(C) Paddy Baker ~11:33 Inverted Piledriver~ Virgil Theunk {1st Successful Defense}
Law abiding officer of the peace Wild Bill was of little use to Mike Duff against rogues Mike Phillips and Jake Jackson in the next bout, refusing to break even one rule while the opposition figuratively wiped their asses with the WILD rule book! Duff tried his best to fight fire with fire as this one got increasingly out of hand, but ultimately threw up his hands in frustration. From here on out Wild Bill did his best Walker Texas Ranger impression, trying his darndest to win this one clean for all the Ovaltine drinking boys and girls, resulting in his being on the receiving end of scads of double teams leading up to a loss at the hands of Jackson. Wild Bill was so upset about the loss he actually tried to write referee Gen Hirayama a citation for not enforcing the rules!
Jobber to the Stars Joe Doe made good use of the abdominal stretch and the headlock to drag his match with indie stud Jason Wesley out way longer than anyone would have expected. Even after Wesley firmly took over the offensive side of things Doe would not give up, at least until the big guns were pulled out: an avalanche arm cross! Doe stubbornly refused an MRI after the match, even though observers could literally hear tendons gnashing as he attempted to show no serious injury had been done to his arm. Wacky jobbers …
Juan Leche and Kyle Walker took on a pair of Zombies in the fourth match of the night, but as Leche’s submission victory via bow and arrow lock proved these weren’t actually real zombies at all. No, because zombies are incapable of feeling pain and, therefore, would not have any reason to give up to an agonizing stretch. If that weren’t enough proof that Zombi I and Zombi II are not members of the living dead, consider that Kyle Walker was bitten multiple times during the match and is, as of this writing, feeling “chipper and full of pep!”
After fighting to a double count-out the week before the teams of Colosso/ DaVinci and the thugalicious Busch Boyz were scheduled to fight again, only this time with no disqualifications and no count-outs! It should come as no surprise then that this became essentially a Texas Tornado match almost immediately, with ref Martin Roeg just trying to stay out of the way until needed. This was absolute madness for fifteen plus, with both teams using anything not bolted down to smash their opponents with!
The end came about in a blur, as while Duz Busch was fading fast in the clutches of a Colosso bear hug his brother Raz took a padlock weighted length of chain and swung it into the surgically repaired knee (injury courtesy of the VWA’s Ninja Express) of Colosso, dropping him like that one fabled statue that was really tall and fell onto some Greek island. DaVinci was quick to prevent Raz from doing any more damage, and Duz, still in Colosso’s grip, was declared unable to continue. The Busch Boyz may have lost this bout but as Colosso’ bellows of pain suggested as he writhed on the mat, it’s possible they took the war in one fell swoop!
Match number six saw Aleks Dodstva accompany Ronnie Dod for a lesson in how to dismantle those that are not Dod, with that role being played by golden armed arena football quarterback Ken Shields. Shields took exception to being propped up as Dod fodder and almost immediately broke the nose of Ronnie with a solid punch, but that was about all he did, getting steamrolled after that with a quickness. From the outside, Aleks watched on with focused awe …
WILD TV Champion Sit Kwok Fu was the standout amongst a stellar field of talent in the next bout, an epic six-man tag featuring he, Jimmy Cliff and Angelo Sabatini against VD Dod, Fat Lip and the resurgent Paradigm! The straight shooting Sabatini looked a little bit out of place amongst this motley crew, but it’s believed he took such offense to Paradigm’s comments about older wrestlers he fervently petitioned to be booked here!
In the end it turns out that age is not always the benchmark for stamina, as while everyone else had beaten themselves into exhaustion Sabatini still appeared quite hale, evidenced when he drove VD Dod and Fat Lip out of the ring with one mighty push. At that exact moment Sit Kwok Fu was rolling through a Paradigm German Suplex to apply a Boston Crab, getting payback for losing to Paradigm the week before.
Paradigm flipped out after losing, berating the departing LRI members for their lousy teamwork and equating their performances with that of the “washed-up old men that plague this promotion”. But while ranting away he forgot his enemies were in the vicinity, and this time it was Angelo Sabatini who spun him around by the shoulder, knocking him out of the ring with a mighty wallop. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand the scowling Paradigm shot a look up at Sabatini, who responded with a jerk, as if he was about to launch himself out of the ring. Paradigm didn’t wait around to see what would happen next, diving into the crowd and hightailing it away from danger …
A very special main event closed out the evening, as Paddy Baker made his way out to the ring to address the audience. In somber tones he briefly talked about his wrestling history, starting out in the National Wrestling Federation in 1968, epic battles with the likes of Jerry Billo, Moonshiner Magee, Larry York. But he said that as tough as those guys were none of them held a candle to Virgil Theunk.
He says Theunk came to the promotion from England around the same time he did and they took an immediate disliking to each other, and their enmity showed every time they stepped into the ring with each other. Over the years he estimated they’ve fought hundreds of times, all over the world for several different promotions. But they never fought over anything as hard as the Mid-Continental title, at one point in the 70’s trading the title six times back and forth during epic encounters.
Baker then told the audience that Theunk collapsed at a VWA show earlier in the week and that after being looked after doctors have diagnosed him with an aggressive form of colon cancer. He then said Theunk is going to undergo treatment soon and, knowing this, called him with one simple request: a shot at the Mid-Continental title, “before I can’t wrestle anymore, mate”. Baker bowed his head after saying this and wiped away a tear. “I never liked that limey snake but goddamned if I don’t respect the hell out of him. I’d give him the title if he asked for it.”
This brought out Virgil Theunk, the mat legend, looking a bit peaked but still healthy enough to compete in what was sure to be a friendly exhibition. And it started out that way but after just a few minutes memories of their old rivalry escalated the action from basic mat work to something far more aggressive. While Baker threw elbows and European uppercuts Theunk put every ounce of his being into every submission hold he applied until finally he had nothing left, allowing Baker to power out of a Stranglehold Alpha and put Theunk away with the inverted piledriver.
Baker helped Theunk up after the match and they shook hands, then hugged while the fans showed their approval. Baker then told Theunk to hold on just one minute, signaling for a photographer to enter the ring while reaching over the ropes for his title, perhaps preparing for a timeless photo opportunity. But abruptly the applause changed to jeers and as Baker turned around he saw why: Paradigm, steel chair in hand, had just laid out Theunk and then charged at Baker, clocking him over the head before he could react!!
Baker tumbled out of the ring and the crazed Paradigm followed, smacking him a few more times with the chair and then trying to choke the life out of him with a length of cable, all the while screaming about mandatory retirement ages and how filthy the elderly are. Sean Gabriel, Angelo Sabatini and Sit Kwok Fu dashed down to the ring to the rescue, driving Paradigm off into the crowd once again while the stunned crowd looked on …
1) Cynthia San Martino ~9:10 Schoolyard Stretch~ Tigress Mask
2) Mike Phillips/ Jake Jackson O ~20:58 School Boy~ Mike Duff/ Wild Bill X
3) Jason Wesley ~20:59 Avalanche Arm Cross~ Joe Doe
4) Juan Leche O/ Kyle Walker ~15:34 Bow and Arrow Lock~ Not Really Zombis [Zombi I/ Zombi II X]
5) Rhodey Colosso O/ David DaVinci ~17:21 Bear Hug~ The Busch Boyz [Raz Busch/ Duz Busch X]
6) Ronnie Dod ~6:57 Twisting Belly to Belly~ Ken Shields
7) Sit Kwok Fu O/ Jimmy Cliff/ Angelo Sabatini ~24:03 Boston Crab~ VD Dod/ Fat Lip/ Paradigm X
8) MID-CONTINENTAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
(C) Paddy Baker ~11:33 Inverted Piledriver~ Virgil Theunk {1st Successful Defense}
10.03.2007
10.03.07 House Show
10.03.07
We kick the show off with two MPLL rivals, M.Y. Stereo and Meesteereeosees squaring off, both men claiming to be the original Mysteriosis. We get some LUCHA~ back and forth arm drags, which leads directly into MY using the Stereo Bomb on his rival for a 2-count. They continue their match, Meee getting a bit of a comeback when MY goes for a rana, but Meee reversing it into a powerbomb! It didn't last long, though, as MY took it to the air and followed up with the La Stereonator on Mee for the 3-count!
Our next bout is for the WILD TV Championship, Sit to defend his title against the angry Fat Lip, as on TV a week and a half ago Sit broke Fat Lip's arm! Fat Lip sporting a cast on both arms, when asked pre-match why he had two on, he claimed; "Coz I dun't know if dat mo'fucker gon' work lucha or sump-en!" Err, fair enough, I guess.. But the match starts off with Sit using the armbreaker on Fat Lip, going right onto that arm! Sit continues to work the arm over, knowing this is his weak point! Fat Lip able to launch a comeback, using these casts as his weapons, the Wobble Wobble doing its damage on Sit! Fat Lip able to follow up with a big suplex on the champ, but as soon as it spilled outside, things began to look grim. Sit kept his main focus on the arm of Fat Lip, using the move that broke Fat Lip's arm to jar some bad memories. Fat Lip was able to fight himself free, but a powerbomb on a stray chair was enough to help Sit retain his title.
Dan Sommers continued his run of demolition in WILD tonight, taking on He-Mano and making the tubby luchadore think twice about trying to get some exposure again. Using a big suspended vertical suplex on the fat luchadore was only the beginning of it. A brutal backdrop suplex was yet another reason for him to stay home. Dan wasn't in this for the win, he was in this to make a point, as he made it clear when he hit the big powerbomb on He-Mano, only to pick him up at 2 at the opposition of the ref and insist on inflicting more punishment on him. There wasn't much more left for him to take, as he could barely stand at this point. He-Mano's breaking point proved to be taking a huge right hand from Dan and collapsing to the mat. Dan signaling for the Alabama Nightmare, but he can't even budge He-Mano, as he looks completely knocked out. Dan just sighs and makes a one foot cover and picks up the win.
The tag team champions next met some opposition from the team of the Ninja Express, Ninja I and Ninja II. It was a great back and forth match, with Stuart putting away the second ninja with his patented lariat.
Dante Black, one of the men in the semi-finals of the contenders tournament this weekend took on a big challenge by the name of ORCA. ORCA overpowered Dante early on, but Dante is not new to this, being the man that toppled Vermin oh so many years ago. Dante planted ORCA with a huge DDT, but it didn't last long as ORCA blocks a lariat with a big scrap buster! Dante will never say die, though, and comes back to level the giant with a lariat to pick up the win!
This leads us into our main event, where Jason Blackhart takes on the fitness guru of the Dod Squad, Ronnie Dod! JB and Ronnie start things off trading blows, with JB getting the upper hand. But don't count Ronnie out, Ronnie executes, an, um, uh, perfect takedown and chokes JB in the ropes. The ref breaks it up, but this only leads for JB to follow up with a choke of his own. JB, furious has snapped as he is dragging Ronnie around the ring, from corner to corner smashing him against anything he can! JB looks like he has had enough, Ronnie goes for a Ron-Kwon-Doh kick on JB, JB catches it, spins him around, KICK! WHAM! STUNNER! STUNNER! JB makes the cover and 1...2...3, this one is over! JB celebrates as he calls for a Dr. Pepper and drinks a cold one, saluting the fans.
1. M.Y. Stereo (MPLL) (11:54 - La Stereonator) Meeeesteereeeoseees(MPLL)
2. WILD TV Championship: Sit Kwok Fu(C) (12:01 - Chair-Assisted Powerbomb) Fat Lip
3. Dan Sommers (9:20 - Right Hand) He-Mano(MPLL)
4. LRI (Stuart Robinson(O)/VD Dod) (22:02 - Burning Lariat) The Ninja Express (Ninja I/Ninja II(X)) (VWA)
5. Dante Black (12:34 - Lariat) ORCA (VWA)
6. Jason Blackhart (8:15 - Stunner) Ronnie Dod
We kick the show off with two MPLL rivals, M.Y. Stereo and Meesteereeosees squaring off, both men claiming to be the original Mysteriosis. We get some LUCHA~ back and forth arm drags, which leads directly into MY using the Stereo Bomb on his rival for a 2-count. They continue their match, Meee getting a bit of a comeback when MY goes for a rana, but Meee reversing it into a powerbomb! It didn't last long, though, as MY took it to the air and followed up with the La Stereonator on Mee for the 3-count!
Our next bout is for the WILD TV Championship, Sit to defend his title against the angry Fat Lip, as on TV a week and a half ago Sit broke Fat Lip's arm! Fat Lip sporting a cast on both arms, when asked pre-match why he had two on, he claimed; "Coz I dun't know if dat mo'fucker gon' work lucha or sump-en!" Err, fair enough, I guess.. But the match starts off with Sit using the armbreaker on Fat Lip, going right onto that arm! Sit continues to work the arm over, knowing this is his weak point! Fat Lip able to launch a comeback, using these casts as his weapons, the Wobble Wobble doing its damage on Sit! Fat Lip able to follow up with a big suplex on the champ, but as soon as it spilled outside, things began to look grim. Sit kept his main focus on the arm of Fat Lip, using the move that broke Fat Lip's arm to jar some bad memories. Fat Lip was able to fight himself free, but a powerbomb on a stray chair was enough to help Sit retain his title.
Dan Sommers continued his run of demolition in WILD tonight, taking on He-Mano and making the tubby luchadore think twice about trying to get some exposure again. Using a big suspended vertical suplex on the fat luchadore was only the beginning of it. A brutal backdrop suplex was yet another reason for him to stay home. Dan wasn't in this for the win, he was in this to make a point, as he made it clear when he hit the big powerbomb on He-Mano, only to pick him up at 2 at the opposition of the ref and insist on inflicting more punishment on him. There wasn't much more left for him to take, as he could barely stand at this point. He-Mano's breaking point proved to be taking a huge right hand from Dan and collapsing to the mat. Dan signaling for the Alabama Nightmare, but he can't even budge He-Mano, as he looks completely knocked out. Dan just sighs and makes a one foot cover and picks up the win.
The tag team champions next met some opposition from the team of the Ninja Express, Ninja I and Ninja II. It was a great back and forth match, with Stuart putting away the second ninja with his patented lariat.
Dante Black, one of the men in the semi-finals of the contenders tournament this weekend took on a big challenge by the name of ORCA. ORCA overpowered Dante early on, but Dante is not new to this, being the man that toppled Vermin oh so many years ago. Dante planted ORCA with a huge DDT, but it didn't last long as ORCA blocks a lariat with a big scrap buster! Dante will never say die, though, and comes back to level the giant with a lariat to pick up the win!
This leads us into our main event, where Jason Blackhart takes on the fitness guru of the Dod Squad, Ronnie Dod! JB and Ronnie start things off trading blows, with JB getting the upper hand. But don't count Ronnie out, Ronnie executes, an, um, uh, perfect takedown and chokes JB in the ropes. The ref breaks it up, but this only leads for JB to follow up with a choke of his own. JB, furious has snapped as he is dragging Ronnie around the ring, from corner to corner smashing him against anything he can! JB looks like he has had enough, Ronnie goes for a Ron-Kwon-Doh kick on JB, JB catches it, spins him around, KICK! WHAM! STUNNER! STUNNER! JB makes the cover and 1...2...3, this one is over! JB celebrates as he calls for a Dr. Pepper and drinks a cold one, saluting the fans.
1. M.Y. Stereo (MPLL) (11:54 - La Stereonator) Meeeesteereeeoseees(MPLL)
2. WILD TV Championship: Sit Kwok Fu(C) (12:01 - Chair-Assisted Powerbomb) Fat Lip
3. Dan Sommers (9:20 - Right Hand) He-Mano(MPLL)
4. LRI (Stuart Robinson(O)/VD Dod) (22:02 - Burning Lariat) The Ninja Express (Ninja I/Ninja II(X)) (VWA)
5. Dante Black (12:34 - Lariat) ORCA (VWA)
6. Jason Blackhart (8:15 - Stunner) Ronnie Dod
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