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First off allow me to congratulate you on the birth of your young one. I can't speak from the point of fatherhood, but I do say that my nieces and nephews are one of the brightest parts of my day :-). Moving past that, I have re-read this thing in the last nine days or so and have to say it is in my top three wrestling related stories read, Foley's two books the only things ahead of it. I had happened to come across a post by ReapeR tonight where he said he could visualize everything as he read it, man I might sound weird saying this, but the other night I had a dream I was front row for the Rip/Jay storyline from the beginning. While I won't claim I read EVERY word as I basically skimmed the shows for results and read angles if something caught my eye, I did for a fact read EVERYTHING news or story related elsewhere. Just an awesome job as you have detracted from the time I should have spent on my online class and made me basically go into convulsions waiting for the next show, but no need to rush that, enjoy the time with your family!
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[I]OOC: Thanks everyone for the kinds words. It's 12:30 am here, so I won't say much as I just fell asleep and nearly dropped my new laptop :o Next time I post I should be more awake, but I wanted to do this tonight.[/I] * [B][CENTER]Mid Atlantic Wrestling presents: Where It All Begins Again Monday, 22nd October 2013[/CENTER] El Heroe Mexicano vs. Raphael[/B] Raphael attacked before the bell, wasting no time in going after his masked foe. He was all business, with no wasted motion as he worked over Heroe’s head and shoulders, both preparing him for his finisher, and disrupting his equilibrium to take away his potent aerial offence. Heroe, though, is made of stern stuff and fired back when Raphael made a mistake, leaving him open to attack. The match entered a spell of back-and-forth action, culminating in Heroe scoring with a springboard moonsault that left Raphael down in the centre of the ring. Raphael staggered to his feet, only to walk into a flipping DDT (shiranui) that put the eccentric blonde down, leaving him prone and vulnerable to the Mexican Mutilation. With nowhere to go, and no way to reach the ropes, Raphael struggled for almost a minute before tapping out, and dealing The Mentor’s forces a heavy blow in this opening encounter. Winner: El Heroe Mexicano (B-) * For the first time my old entrance music, [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3fDXsPE0Sc"]A Town Called Malice[/URL], rang throughout the Biker Museum. I got a decent pop from the fans as I strode to the ring, the all-important share-holding briefcase in one hand, a knee brace uncomfortable around my knee, but necessary for me to compete in any sort of match. Then [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3xJDmBq2Cg"]Ace Of Spades[/URL] hit the PA, and the fans roared in anticipation of the first appearance of Rip Chord since his demolition four weeks before by Ruin... ...only to turn hostile at the sight of The Mentor strutting out from backstage, mocking them – and me – by using Rip’s music for his entrance. We stood in the centre of the ring. Mentor was taller than me, and more powerfully built. He glared down at me, his hood exchanged for this match with a close-fitting mask that shielded all of his features, black gauze covering his eyes. [COLOR="Olive"]“You can just hand over the shares now,”[/COLOR] he said. [COLOR="Olive"]“Make it easy on yourself. I know you’ve kept in shape, but that knee brace is a big bullseye for someone like me.”[/COLOR] [COLOR="Green"]“You came after my family,”[/COLOR] I snarled in response. [COLOR="Green"]“So ---- you.”[/COLOR] * [B]James Casey vs. The Mentor[/B] for [COLOR="Purple"]Casey’s shares in MAW[/COLOR] From the bell I charged across the ring to tackle Mentor, bearing him to the mat and firing off lefts and rights as Mentor struggled to block. A hard left hand snapped his head back into the mat, and for the next couple of minutes I was free to work over his masked head, with Mentor too groggy to defend himself. However, after so long out of action, my instincts weren’t what they once were. I tried for a flying splash into the corner, but got nothing but turnbuckle as Mentor slid out of the way. I crashed to the mat and, once Mentor shook his head free of cobwebs, he seized the chance to kick me in the head, spinning me around and leaving me down. Bouncing off the ropes, he dropped a knee across my forehead, before kneeling down and punching me once, twice, three times in the head. Mentor turned away from me as I lay on the mat, and taunted the crowd, calling for more as they poured abuse on him. He turned around, and got caught with a forearm blow below the belt as I pushed myself up onto all fours. Reeling from my blow, The Mentor staggered backwards, dropping onto the ropes where he hung prone, one arm draped over the top strand, the other clutching at his gut. Even as I stood back upright, I was unable to capitalise on the moment, my leg dragging behind me as I tried to force myself forwards. Finally my knee buckled under me and I dropped forward, landing on all fours but still glaring daggers at Mentor as he pulled himself upright. He came forward slowly, his chest heaving as he shook his head from side to side. I grabbed at his shirt and tried to pull myself upright, but he grabbed my hand and twist, drawing a gasp of pain from me as he bent my wrist unnaturally. Letting go, he rocked me back on my heels with a vicious slap before grabbing my head as I came forward, and dropping backwards, spiking my head into the mat with a vicious DDT. I crumpled slowly, brokenly to the mat as Mentor took his time moving into position. His cover was nonchalant, but more wasn’t necessary. The referee counted to three, and could have reached ten. Mentor rose to his feet and took in the hatred of the crowd as he stared down at my prone form. Winner: The Mentor (D) * The Mentor stood over me, briefcase in one hand, microphone in the other. [COLOR="Olive"]“Thank you,” [/COLOR]he said, looking down at me. [COLOR="Olive"]“That wasn’t quite as easy as you just handing the shares over, but it was close enough. “I have a lot of plans in mind for this company, plans that could never have gone ahead with you in place. “You getting power in this company has given me a lot of trouble, but now the way is free and clear for me to once again run things my way...” [/COLOR] The Mentor reached up and pulled off his mask, revealing a grizzled, scarred and instantly recognisable face. ... ... ... ... ... [CENTER][IMG]http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/RipChord.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [COLOR="Purple"]“...kid.”[/COLOR] * Lenny Brown was backstage, his All Action title secure around his waist. A technician approached him, but the ferocity of Brown’s gaze made him step back, stammering something about finding another way to the bathroom. Then Eddie Powell stepped into the corridor, and the two men stared at one another. Powell leapt forward, snapping out a kick that drove Brown back into a pile of shipping crates. Powell lashed out, a hard right followed by a spinning back elbow that put Brown on the floor. Powell glanced up at the heavy crates and quickly toppled two of them onto Brown. Clambering on top of the crates, Powell waited until the backstage referee counted three, then picked up the All Action belt where it had fallen during the short fight. * The nine named competitors made their way to the ring and looked around, waiting for the bell to ring. Then the lights in the Biker Museum began to flicker, before shutting off completely. A dance remix of a movement from Elgar’s Enigma Variations hit the speakers as a single spotlight fell on the ring centre – but the fans already knew who would be illuminated. None other than the former SWF World champion... [CENTER][IMG]http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/Enygma.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] ...Enygma! * [B]King Of The Indies [/B]battle royal featuring Black Eagle, Nathaniel Casino, Harry Allen, Ricky DeColt, Lead Belly, Handsome Stranger, Rudy Velasquez, Swoop McCarthy, GB Wood and Enygma Enygma stood in the centre of the ring as the other nine men eyed him warily, taking the measure of the former World champion. Slowly, Handsome Stranger approached him and shook his hand. Enygma shook the TCW wrestler’s hand – before pitching him to Rudy Velasquez who drilled him with a Street Cutter before pitching him over the top rope. Like that, the match was on. Enygma floated around the ring, avoiding being drawn into the paired-off workers. Rudy Velasquez drilled Nathaniel Casino with another Street Cutter, before springing to his feet and immediately catching both Ricky DeColt and Lead Belly with a dual Cutter. As Velasquez postured over the fallen bodies, he failed to see Harry Allen springing up at him, and catching him with a dropkick that sent him through the ropes and out of the ring. Allen then went at it with Swoop McCarthy, tussling with the Traditional champion against the ropes and attempting to hoist the Australian up and over. Casino came to his aid, grabbing Swoop’s legs and trying to lift him off the mat. However, Swoop met him with a hard kick to the head, sending him staggering back into the waiting arms of Lead Belly who nailed him with a hard back suplex, before picking up the prone Casino easily and throwing him over the top rope. Rock noted that Velasquez was lurking at ringside, not eliminated from the match but not exerting himself as his opponent were within the ring. McCarthy and GB Wood were momentarily united in an attempt to take out Ricky DeColt, but when the Canadian evaded their attempts, Swoop settled for pitching an unguarded Wood over the top before striking a pose that invited a dropkick to the back of the head from Eagle – sending McCarthy over the top rope in turn. Swoop, however, was able to skin the cat, seizing the top rope and hanging on for dear life to avoid elimination. Back in the ring, Lead Belly was throwing bombs, decking Allen, DeColt and Eagle, before Enygma appeared as though from nowhere and caught him with a rising uppercut. Belly staggered backwards into the ropes, where DeColt caught him with a clothesline that left him teetering, and Swoop followed up by throwing him from the ring. As Swoop celebrated once more, however, DeColt caught him with a spinning roundhouse kick that turned the Australian on a sixpence, leaving him off balance and vulnerable to Enygma catching him with a dropsault that sent him up and over in turn. Black Eagle immediately tried to take advantage of the distraction of Swoop’s elimination by rushing DeColt and trying to send the Canadian out of the ring. But DeColt grabbed Eagle and spun him up into the air, turning in place and planting the masked man with a face-first powerbomb. As DeColt got to his feet, though, Harry Allen nailed him with a spinning heel kick, knocking him into the corner. Allen followed up by mounting the turnbuckles and unleashing ten punches to DeColt, but Enygma was on hand to break it up, powerbombing Allen off the ropes, narrowly avoiding Eagle. Enygma smoothly took Allen’s place, but before he could land any punches, DeColt pushed him off, sending him to the mat with a crash. Shaking his head to clear it, DeColt slowly pulled himself onto the top turnbuckle, but before he could make the leap, Velasquez had scaled the ropes beside him and leapt off, dragging DeColt off the top rope into a jaw-dropping Street Cutter that left all five men still in the match down on the canvas. Velasquez was the first to move, rolling out of the ring and disappearing from view on the outside. Enygma was next to move, painfully climbing to his feet as Black Eagle stirred. Enygma grabbed his fellow masked man, but received an elbow to the gut for his troubles. Eagle came up swinging, and as Enygma backed off, Ricky DeColt fell victim to his hard punches and knee strikes. Still groggy from the Street Cutter, DeColt couldn’t muster the co-ordination to defend himself and a vicious knee dropped him to the mat. He was dead weight, and Eagle struggled to get him onto the ropes, but Allen was on hand to help him eliminate the CGC representative. United for a short moment, Eagle and Allen immediately went at each other. Allen was forced back by the ferocity of Eagle’s attack, forced to duck and weave to try and evade the worst of the hits. He stopped Eagle in his tracks with a hard right to the jaw, but when he tried to suplex Eagle, the masked man sandbagged the move and instead ran Allen into the corner. He drove his shoulder into Allen’s gut twice, before catching him on the temple with an elbow smash. Allen sagged on the ropes, his legs gone from under him, and Eagle stamped twice on his chest to drive him to the mat. Dragging him out to the centre of the ring, he turned to look at Enygma, who had been watching their exchanges from the far corner, but Enygma made no move to interfere. Eagle turned and quickly scaled the turnbuckles, leaping off only to find Eagle suddenly there – and ready to score with a dropkick that caught Eagle in the chest as he tried to land a New Jersey Turnpike. Eagle thrashed in the air before crashing to the mat, while Enygma landed hard as well, nursing his where clearly he had been hurt by the move as well. Allen was the first to rise, cradling his wounded chest as he found his feet and pushed himself upright. As Eagle rose to his knees, Allen tried to hit him with a roundhouse kick – but Eagle was alert to the attack and ducked. Overextended, Allen stumbled into the ropes, and Eagle was right there to grab his legs and twist him up and over the top. But as Allen went over, he wrapped his legs around Eagle’s head. Allen hung precariously, unable to take hold to save himself, unable to pull himself up – but Eagle was hung on the top rope, unable to break Allen’s hold and slowly but inexorably being dragged over the top as Allen’s weight pulled them both out of the ring. The two teetered on the ropes for several long, long moments – and then abruptly the balance of play was shifted as Enygma entered the frame and grabbed Eagle’s legs, hauling both men up and out of the ring. As Eagle and Allen hit the ground, Enygma wearily raised his arms in victory. But as he turned around, he found Velasquez standing before him, and before the masked man had any chance to react, Velasquez spun and leapt, looking to score with a Street Cutter. Enygma, however, batted Velasquez away and the Latino star crashed to the mat. Before he had a chance to react, Enygma was on him, trying to hustle him towards the ropes. Velasquez dug in his heels and as Enygma threw his all into the push, Velasquez dropped to the mat, stunning the former SWF World champion with a jawbreaker. Enygma staggered back into the corner and Velasquez charged at him, but the veteran was able to counter the charge with a back body drop that sent Velasquez up and out of the ring – although he saved himself by catching the top rope and landing on the ring apron. He wobbled for a few seconds, only one foot on the apron, but as he righted himself and stood upright, he raised his head to find his opponent already in motion. Enygma leapt onto the second turnbuckle and spun in the air, bringing his leg up to catch Velasquez in the side of the head with a stunning Enygma Variation variation and knocking him off the ring apron to the arena floor. The bell rang and Enygma slumped to his knees, one arm just raised over his head in achingly weary triumph as he was presented with the King Of The Indies trophy. On commentary, Rock noted that Enygma was the second USPW talent to take the trophy – once again one of Sam Strong’s workers had outlasted MAW’s choices. Winner: Enygma (C-) * A split-screen was used to show that both Alicia Strong and Joanne Rodriguez were working hard to get themselves ready for the upcoming cage match. Alicia was doing crunches, hanging by her feet from a doorway in the depths of the arena. Rodriguez was delivering combination punches to a pair of pads on the hands of Lauren Easter. * Eddie Powell was dusting off his hands, Jefferson Stardust lying in a crumpled heap behind him. A door to his left opened and he spun around, but it was just Anne Lee Kubrick emerging from a locker room with a happy-looking Ricky DeColt. Powell relaxed but that proved to be a mistake as Marc Speed slid into frame behind Powell and clamped on the Cross Armbar. Powell struggled, but backstage there was no way of forcing a break. He tried to push off the wall, and even managed to walk himself up the vertical surface to the point that he was level with Speed’s shoulders – but for all that this was impressive, it didn’t manage anything more than increasing the torque on Powell’s arm to the point where his legs crumpled and he dropped to the floor, further jolting his arm. Speed cranked on the limb, and Powell tried to look for a way out, but his head sagged and dropped as his free arm sank to the floor. The referee checked once, twice, and on the third time the arm dropped, Speed released the hold, and accepted the belt without comment. * Tim Westybrook and Sara Silver made their way to the ring. Silver picked up a mic but, before she had a chance to speak, [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vyq8AbB8xr0"]Magic Carpet Ride[/URL] hit the PA and to the crowd’s delight a figure with multi-coloured hair burst through the curtains. [CENTER][IMG]http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/RemmySkye.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] [COLOR="Blue"]“Tim Westybrook,” [/COLOR]he said, having acknowledged his fans. [COLOR="Blue"]“I hope you’re ready for a wild ride. I’m here to thrill these people. Tonight, you’re my crash mat.”[/COLOR] * [B]Remmy Skye vs. Tim Westybrook[/B] Fans used to the careful, methodical Remmy Skye who’s just left TCW may have been rubbing their eyes in disbelief at this match. Barely a minute in, and Skye had Westybrook in a wristlock, which he held as he walked up the turnbuckles and along the top rope, leaping off into a forward roll that turned the 330lb Westybrook inside out like he’d been hit by a Mack truck. Westybrook didn’t seem to know what to make of the wild newcomer, who moved around the ring with a speed and agility that not even Heroe could match. He vaulted to the top rope a number of times, going to the air time and again. However, whether because of debut nerves or an innate recklessness, he didn’t always make the best of his assaults. With the crowd behind him, he used the momentum from a top rope clothesline to carry him up to the top turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring with barely two steps in between – but in steadying himself he took so long that when he leapt off with a moonsault crossbody, Westybrook was there to catch him and spike him roughly to the mat. That moment served as a turning point for the rest of the match. Skye never quite regained the momentum, while Westybrook was better set to match his moves with powerful counters, Rock noting on commentary that the speed with which Westybrook had adapted to his unknown opponent was impressive. Skye made one last attempt at landing the big move to put his much larger opponent away. With Westybrook momentarily stunned and down in the corner, Skye launched his attack, using his own speed and the top rope as a fulcrum to try and land a spinning kick to Westybrook’s face that would have KO’d even the Iron Man. But if Westybrook is not as quick as Skye, he was quick enough on this occasion as he was able to catch Skye mid-move, crushing the breath from him with a crunching bear hug, before spinning him around into the TNT Whirlwind for the pinfall victory. Winner: Tim Westybrook (B-) * After the match, Westybrook towered over Skye’s battered form. [COLOR="SlateGray"]“Good match,”[/COLOR] Silver said. [COLOR="SlateGray"]“But even someone of Remmy Skye’s undoubted talents cannot compete with the Iron Man. Mr. Chord, congratulations on becoming the sole owner of MAW. I trust you’ve been paying attention to my client’s ability.”[/COLOR] * Marc Speed was in his locker room. The door swung open, and Brandon Smith was stood in the doorway. [COLOR="Blue"]“You know the rules,”[/COLOR] he said. Speed nodded once, before standing to meet the onrushing ‘Bulldozer’. He evaded the charge and planted his foot in Smith’s knee, staggering the big man. Before Speed could capitalise, however, Smith turned and blasted him with a meaty clothesline. Before Speed had even settled on the floor, Smith hauled him upright and threw him easily into the lockers before planting him with an Inverted Piledriver onto a folding chair, which crumpled around Speed and allowed Smith to make the easy pinfall to become the new All Action champion. * Susan Brazzle came down to the ring and took the mic, clearly with something on his mind. [COLOR="Blue"]“My opponents since becoming the MAW Women’s champion have been a mixed bag,”[/COLOR] she said, thoughtfully. [COLOR="Blue"]“Yet the one thing that’s been consistent is the quality. Considering that MAW only has a Women’s division, as opposed to being a promotion solely for women, the standard of opposition here is amazing. Tonight I face Lauren Easter. She’s a newcomer, but already she’s made a case for being among the best in the company. She-“[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]“She beat you in your last match,” [/COLOR]Joanne Rodriguez said, stepping onto the stage with Lauren Easter in tow. [COLOR="Blue"]“And she’ll beat you tonight. Then when I’ve beaten Strong we’ll be seen as an alliance capable of dominating this company for many years to come.”[/COLOR] Brazzle scowled, and waited on Easter to make her way down the ramp as J-Ro applauded her friend before heading off to resume preparations for her match. * [B]Suzanne Brazzle (c) vs. Lauren Easter[/B] for the [COLOR="Purple"]MAW Women’s title[/COLOR] Unlike their previous encounter, where Easter had the edge of unfamiliarity on her opponent, Brazzle was well prepared for her challenger now that the title was on the line. From the bell, she was the aggressor, chasing across the ring and putting Easter down with a forearm blow to her temple. Brazzle continued the aggression, keeping Easter on the back foot throughout the opening minutes, and building up quickly to a Brazzle Dazzle attempt that seemed certain to end the match then and there. However, Easter blocked the move and Brazzle found herself clamped in a sleeperhold in the centre of the ring, unable to move as the taller Easter kept her off balance, and unable to reach the ropes. Although Brazzle would not give up, her struggles gradually began to weaken, and it seemed as though she was done when Easter released the hold. Coolly, Easter went on the offence. She fired off short, sharp kicks to Brazzle’s ribs, leaving the champion short of breath. When Brazzle blocked a series of kicks and threatened to shift the momentum in her direction, Easter fired off a hard right to her side, stopping the champion in her tracks. From there, Easter manhandled Brazzle, throwing her into the turnbuckles and leaving her vulnerable to Easter’s offence, which shifted focus to Brazzle’s legs. The champ tried to mount a comeback, but Easter was relentless, breaking up every rally by blasting the air from her opponent’s lungs, and eventually leaving her down in the centre of the ring, where Easter twisted her injured legs into a Figure Four Leglock, wrenching at Brazzle’s buckled knees and eventually forcing a submission to claim victory – and the Women’s title. Winner: Lauren Easter (C+) * Ahead of the next match, the Canadian Blondes and Team Honor were in the ring and getting ready for their title match when [IMG]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdRs1gKpeGg[/IMG] hit the PA, and The Second Sons made their way down to the ring as well, with Rip Chord beside them every step of the way. [COLOR="Purple"]“This is, once again, my company,”[/COLOR] he declared. [COLOR="Purple"]“After tonight, I’ll be back behind the announcers’ table – unless I’m needed elsewhere. For tonight, though, I’m needed backstage to sort out a few details. Right now, one of those details is this title match. I never agreed to the stipulation that Team Honor would get a title shot tonight, and I don’t think that you necessarily deserve one, either – but in the interests of fairness, and not being sued, you can have your match. But as my boys beat you last week on TV, they get their shot as well. Ring the bell!”[/COLOR] * [B]Team Honor vs. The Canadian Blondes (c) vs. The Second Sons[/B] for the [COLOR="Purple"]MAW Tag Team Titles[/COLOR] The Sons took advantage of the confusion caused by their entry into this match by swiftly throwing Lassana Makutsi over the top rope. Valentine followed with a baseball slide, sending the African crashing into the crowd barriers, and leaving him crumpled in a heap on the ringside mats. Chord’s protégés quickly isolated Jared Johnson as the Blondes were forced to watch on from the ring apron, awaiting a tag that never came. With no partner to turn to, Johnson was quickly and efficiently worn down, before being pinned by Antonio after a Roman Conquest. Flash Savage boiled into the ring, going right after Antonio but he was blindsided with a Heartbreaker by Valentine. Golden made the save to retain the titles, but the Blondes struggled to hold back the Sons, who were fighting with a ruthlessness and brutality not previously seen in their performance. The Sons both grabbed the Blondes by their hair, and slammed their heads together with teeth-loosening force. Savage rolled out of the ring, leaving Golden in the ring on his own. The Sons toyed with him, taking it in turns to knock him down with clotheslines, dropkicks and body slams, before Valentine nailed a Heartbreaker to pick up the win, and mark the second title switch of the night. Winners: The Second Sons (D+) * Rip and the Sons celebrated wildly, with Rip taking it in turns to hoist each of the new champions into the air as they held the belts aloft. * Brandon Smith was pacing in the locker room, the unconscious form of Jefferson Stardust at his feet, when Nadia Snow slinked into the room, dressed and made up as though she was there to accept an Oscar. [COLOR="Blue"]“Darling Brandon, I’ve been looking for you all over,”[/COLOR] she declared, throwing her arms around his neck. [COLOR="Blue"]“Uh, ma’am,”[/COLOR] Smith replied, politely. He looked around, a little panicked, before making the mistake of looking down. Nadia wasted no time in planting her lips on his and pulling herself against him. The kiss was a long one, Nadia wrapping her arms tightly around Smith’s head and not giving him a chance to come up for air. She put her all into it, and Smith’s knees began to sag, before with a muffled roar he toppled to the ground, bearing Nadia with him as she waved frantically behind her, calling the backstage referee into the room to count – almost silently – as a distracted Smith’s shoulders were pinned to the floor for three seconds and more, before Nadia was able to pull herself free, gagging slightly as she did so. [COLOR="Blue"]“Wow, I knew those underwater swimming lessons would come in handy some day,”[/COLOR] Smith said, beaming up at her as she stood up and took the title from the referee. His smile faltered. [COLOR="Blue"]“Sweet pea? What’s goin’ on?” “Dearest Brandon, you gave a girl what she really wanted – gold, and shiny gold at that,”[/COLOR] Nadia said. [COLOR="Blue"]“Now, let’s keep this little liaison between us, yes? After all, a girl has her reputation to thing about.”[/COLOR] She turned, walking to the door as Smith’s face went white, then red, then purple. He took a half-step forward before Raphael stepped out of the shadows and smashed a chair into his face. The blonde turned to look at Nadia, his expression hid behind his long hair. [COLOR="Blue"]“Ah, now, I believe that I see a way out of this,”[/COLOR] Nadia said slowly. She looked down at the locker room floor, and sighed. [COLOR="Blue"]“This dress is French silk, I’ll have you know.”[/COLOR] Raphael met her gaze evenly, and she sighed in acceptance. She gingerly crouched down so that as little of her gown as possible was touching the floor. [COLOR="Blue"]“Very well then, get on with it,”[/COLOR] she said. He set down the chair and placed one finger in the hollow of her neck. The referee counted three and Raphael stood up, not even looking back at Nadia as he took the All Action title and walked out of the locker room, leaving Smith and Stardust unconscious, and Nadia trying to stand up again without ruining her dress. * Elsewhere backstage, and Alicia and J-Ro came face to face, coolly eying one another as staff members rushed to get between the two enemies. They didn’t come to blows, but the tension between the two was palpable as each waited for the other to walk away, turning their back on their opponent. In the end, the staffers convinced both women to walk away at the same time. * [B]Alicia Strong vs. Joanne Rodriguez[/B] in a [COLOR="Purple"]Steel Cage match[/COLOR] The first minutes of this match were, appropriately, a cagey affair. Strong seemed unnerved slightly by being trapped inside the steel cage, and on a couple of occasions checked the integrity of the bars by shaking the wall to see if they were as solid as they seemed. They were. For her part, Rodriguez seemed to be confident and aggressive – right up until the first point where she hit the bars at speed, overegging a roperun and slamming her back into the steel. Slowly, though, the match began to pick up pace. The two women seemed to relish the idea of hurling one another into the bars – but equally, sought to avoid the same fate with all their considerable wiles and might. Much of the match was fought in the centre of the ring, with the two women using the utmost of their athleticism and hard-earned knowledge of one another to evade as much as they attacked. It was an evenly contested match, with both women having multiple opportunities to win. A Strong Arm Tactic from Strong kept J-Ro down until Strong was on top of the cage, seated on the top bar and taking a moment to catch her breath before the climb back down. J-Ro dug deep to catch her, seizing her trailing foot at the very last second and slowly, inexorably dragging her back over the top of the cage. Rodriguez, meanwhile, nearly claimed victory when she charged at Strong, only for Strong to attempt to back bodydrop her over her shoulders. However, Rodriguez was close enough to the bars to take hold, and quickly scrambled up the cage, almost claiming victory but for Strong following just close enough behind to seize her belt and prevent her going over the top. In the end, both women were perched atop the steel cage, trading blows. Rodriguez managed to break through Strong’s defences and land a swift three punch sequence, sending Strong reeling backwards, and nearly toppling off the cage. Rodriguez grabbed her and hauled her upright, sinking her fingers into Strong’s hair and slamming her head down into the steel bar. Rodriguez let out a cry of victory, throwing her arms up. Victory was hers – Strong had no comeback from such a devastating blow. But as Rodriguez prepared for the climb down, Strong suddenly sat up, her hand rather than her head bearing the red line that showed what had hit the cage. Her other hand held Rodriguez’ left leg, the leg that had been hanging down the outside of the cage. As Rodriguez’ tried to beg off, Strong seized her foot and twisted, flipping J-Ro off the cage and sending her crashing ten feet down to the mat where she landed hard, and lay still. From that point it was a simple matter for Strong to climb, aching and slow but triumphant, down the side of the cage and drop to the ringside mats to claim the victory at the end of an enthralling encounter. Winner: Alicia Strong (B-) * Jean Cattley was shown adjusting his ring attire, making last minute adjustments to his laces. [COLOR="Navy"]“Everything has to be perfect,”[/COLOR] he said, by way of explanation. [COLOR="Navy"]“When you face someone like Ruin, well, there’s no shame in admitting that he’s stronger than me, maybe even tougher than me as well. But no-one will fight harder than me. Ruin, last month you beat me. It may happen again tonight. But I’ll tell you this, here and now: I will make you earn your victory like no other you’ve taken. And if you’re not up to the task, then the World title will be mine once more.”[/COLOR] * The camera switched to Ruin’s face, which was unmoving. It slowly panned out, revealing as it passed Ruin’s chest the near-ubiquitous feature of Rip Chord. [COLOR="Purple"]“Jean, it pains me to say this, but you don’t have a snowball’s chance in between a rock and a hard place,”[/COLOR] he began, delivering one of his trademark mixed metaphors. [COLOR="Purple"]“I made you. All that you are is down to me. If you think that Ruin can’t take all you have, well, you’re a bigger fool than I ever would have expected. I’d like to think that I taught you better than that, son. I won’t tell Ruin to go easy on you, but I promise he’ll make it quick – and then I can continue to make this company what it should be once again.”[/COLOR] * [B]“Machine” Jean Cattley vs. Ruin (c)[/B] for the [COLOR="Purple"]MAW World title[/COLOR] This match was anything but cagey in its early minutes as both men began as though there was a short time limit on the encounter. Ruin found himself caught in a Mood Swing in the opening seconds, but Cattley was unable to put his much larger opponent through the move. Ruin retaliated with a series of hard elbows, clubbing away at Cattley’s head and leaving the former champion groggy and staggering. With Rip Chord looming at ringside, Rock wondered if there was any conflict of interest. As Ruin rocked his opponent with hard blow after hard blow, and Rip’s expression was never less than satisfied, Rock decided that probably there wasn’t. Ruin unleashed his hardest strikes, seeking to crush Cattley decisively. But Cattley would not lie down, rising even after the heaviest blows and showing the same spirit – even if it was clear that his body was feeling the effects. A Ruin mistake left the big man tied up in the corner, his bootlaces snagged on the turnbuckle. As he tried to untie it, Cattley was unable to capitalise on the opportunity to punish his disabled rival, instead using the time to recuperate and try and clear his head. Ruin untied himself with help from Rip, who was castigated by the referee, but who pointed out that as sole owner of MAW, he made the rules. Ruin then turned to Jean and dragged him upright by his hair, only to take a knee to gut for his trouble. He was left doubled over, gasping for air, and in one swift move Jean grabbed the back of his trousers and drilled him with a stump-puller piledriver. Ruin was down, and for the first time in his career he seemed out of it. Jean rolled on top, hooking a leg for a two count. Not letting Ruin have a chance to recover, Jean continued the attack, targeting his opponent’s head with a series of knee drops, bringing his whole weight down across Ruin’s forehead. The champion, it was plain to see, was injured – and struggling hard to avoid taking any further damage. He was kept on the defensive, however, for several long minutes as Jean attacked with a verve and intensity that Rock noted set him above almost everyone else in the business – his ability to step up against any opponent and not look out of place. But Ruin is no slacker, and even as Rock noted that he had been taking a lot of punishment, Reese shrewdly noted that he had been able to avoid some of the worst of it. And then Ruin struck. Jean went for a high-low punch flurry. He had already scored with the six-hit series earlier in the match and the fans had popped as they recognised the sequence as a tribute to Christian Faith, the flurry having been a long-time setup for his finisher. Jean had started using the flurry on odd occasions after Faith had retired, and on this occasion it had earned Jean a valuable breather after Ruin missed a clothesline, leaving him open. On this second attempt, however, Ruin blocked all six punches, his own forearms a blur as they tracked up and down, picking off the blows before they came within six inches of him. The last punch was blocked wide, leaving Jean open, and before he had a chance to react, Ruin grabbed him around the throat and in a whip-quick motion hoisted him into the air and drove him down into the mat with a chokeslam that made the ringposts vibrate. Slowly, deliberately, Ruin stood upright, towering over the prone form, his face contorting into a slight, but unmistakable, smile. Jean struggled onto all fours. Reaching up, he drilled Ruin as hard as he could in the stomach, but the World champion didn’t even flinch. He grabbed Jean’s hand and dragged him upright. In a stunning display of strength, he held the 240lb Cattley inches off the ground by his fist, staring him straight in the face with his cold smile and eerily unemotional eyes. He released his grip and Cattley crashed to the mat, but Ruin moved quickly again, grabbing him before he toppled onto his back and crushing him with a Descent Into Hell. The pinfall was academic, and as the World champion was joined in the ring by the Tag Team champions, the All Action champion and the sole owner of MAW, Rock wondered who could stop them. [COLOR="Blue"]“And maybe more to the point, who can stop a man who manhandles Jean Cattley so easily?”[/COLOR] Winner: Ruin (B-) [B]Overall: C+[/B] [I]Next: Something. Not sure what yet...[/I]
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Great show man. I'll give my self a C for the Mentor angle as I had originally thought it was Jay, until a few shows back when the name was mentioned. Rip crossed my mind as I waited for the show, but I still believed it was Jay. Fantastic as always.
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[I]OOC: Thanks for all the kind words. I've been putting the Mentor storyline together for a while, and it should run for a few months. The climax of the storyline, I should note at this time, may be the end of this diary. I'm in two minds about it. I have this great image of the end of this storyline, and it would fit so well with the diary in general. I'm also conscious of the decreased time I'm likely to have over the coming months. That said, I'm still enjoying writing this. And while baby C has her moments, she's pretty placid most of the time. I don't know if this'll last, but right now she sleeps about eighteen hours out of the day. That gives me a fair amount of time to play and write as I'm on paternity leave. Perversely, going back to work in a couple of weeks may give me [U]more[/U] time to write - but finding the time to play may be tougher... So I guess we'll see. There's some time to go before I make a decision, but it does seem like we could be winding down.[/I] * After the show, Rip and I shook hands before the locker room, a handshake that became a back-slapping hug. [COLOR="Purple"]“Goddamnit, kid, that felt good,”[/COLOR] Rip said, with a belly laugh that was contagious. [COLOR="Purple"]“I guess I’m back, huh?”[/COLOR] [COLOR="Green"]“Yeah, you are,”[/COLOR] I said, grinning. [COLOR="Green"]“Back on the mic, back in charge... Let’s just avoid putting you in the ring too much, okay?”[/COLOR] He nodded, and we shared a grin. We were both still running on adrenaline, and so we felt fine. We both knew, however, that tomorrow would be different. It had taken us each almost twenty ‘matches’ against some of the best and worst MAW had to offer to shake off our ring rust. Towards the end, we’d been able to get in the ring with some of the younger talent and work with them, as much training them as getting ourselves back in shape. Even with all that, we’d still had the weakest match on the show. Our days of headlining were long behind us. I wouldn’t be stepping into the ring again anytime soon unless it was for training purposes. Rip... well, we’d see. We’d have to reserve him for special attractions only, if that. At 64 years of age, he was probably twenty years past the age where he could perform to his best. I spent a long time making my way around the locker room, thanking everyone who’d taken part in the show. We’d had better shows, I knew, but this had been entertaining from bell to bell. We had a solid roster who could manage to put on a strong three hour show – even if the All Action shenanigans had dragged things down a bit. Even there, I thought we’d managed to think outside the box a little. A lot of the ‘matches’ had used the environment to good effect, especially Powell/Speed, and showed that there was some genuine hardcore talent on the roster. It wasn’t something I wanted to play up too much, but it was there. Something that struck me as I looked around was how well the locker room was peopled with genuinely nice people. A lot of the undercard workers who’d likely never see a TV or big card spot had still made their way to the show. The Lawmakers, for example, and Justin Sensitive as well were all workers who were looked up to by their co-workers, even if their in-ring time mostly saw them getting beaten down. Elsewhere, Ruin had galvanised the backstage area. Not the most talented of workers by any means, he worked hard with what he had. He’d been all over the world with the Texas Pete gimmick and had made it work by knowing how to add shades of character to what could have been a generic ‘hoss’ gimmick. Here in MAW, he was seen by many as being a star way above that of someone like Jean Cattley or Eddie Powell. That had inspired our character choice for him – an unstoppable force who was just bigger than life. And while he handed out beatings in the ring, backstage one of the favourite activities was hanging out with the real-life Peter Goldman, listening to his road stories and trying to get him drunk – which we’d learned was impossible. The guy had a capacity for alcohol that would have made Bruce The Giant stand back and applaud. TCW had insisted on a full medical work-up for him before he signed with them, and it had been a shock to discover that his liver was virtually perfect. Goldman had noted that his father and grandfather had drank a lot and lived into their nineties before dying of old age, so it was clear that he just had good genes. That meant that if you wanted to know what any star of the last decade looked like or did when they were five sheets to the wind... well, Pete could probably tell you. And then there was Heroe. Young, gifted, and a star almost from his debut, it would have been easy for Heroe to get a big head. But he was a true professional, and as eager to give back as to take – more, even. Raphael had benefited a lot from his match with the masked man, leaving the ring a bigger threat in defeat than he would have done in beating someone like Bradford Peverall or Kashmir Singh. All in all, I considered the backstage to be perfectly harmonious. Should the day ever come that Jay Chord walked back into the locker room, I figured we had enough good influences to keep him in check. And if not, well, what chance did he have, realistically, of cracking the uppercard with the current roster? He’d work for a shot at the All Action or Traditional titles, and like it. * [QUOTE] [CENTER][I]MAW.com Show Report – On Tour in Puerto Rico Thursday, 24th October 2013[/CENTER] Hello everyone, I’m Reese Paige and this is the MAW.com On Tour report. San Juan High School was the venue today, and we opened the show with Swoop McCarthy, looking very assured about his upcoming Traditional title defence. Swoop took on Justin Sensitive, and his power-based offence was enough to keep Sensitive off balance throughout the course of the match. At one point however, McCarthy stopped to have what can only be described as a heated argument with Sensitive’s chimpanzee. If this was an attempt at mind games, it failed – Sensitive used the opportunity to rally and score several near falls. However, in the end McCarthy caught the challenger with a Running Powerslam to pick up the win. The Second Sons waved their newly-won Tag Team titles at the crowd ahead of their match against The Wilkes Brothers, and claimed that their opponents were a tough challenge. Well, on this evidence, it would seem that their ‘extensive scouting’ led them in the wrong direction. Jorge was distracted by Anne Lee Kubrick at ringside, and Michael was unable to carry the match on his own, eventually falling to a Roman Conquest. Next, Kashmir Singh challenged Raphael to a straight singles match for the All Action title, as vengeance for the ‘deceitful’ way he’d won the belt last Monday. Raphael was happy to oblige, and the two had a thrilling match won by Raphael when he scored with the Turnbuckle Exploder to record his first defence. We next had the tag team match originally scheduled for Monday night, with The Canadian Blondes taking on Team Honor. Whichever team won would receive the next title shot at the Tag Team champions – which is doubtless why the Sons got involved in the finish of the match, attacking the two teams and drawing a double DQ. Before the next match, Jaime Quine and Nadia Snow tried to attack their opponents, Thea Davis and Brooke Tyler. However, Davis’ righteous anger with Snow drove the attackers back and prevented them doing any real damage before the match began. Once more, Snow avoided direct contact with Davis for as long as possible during the match proper. This led to some clever team work from Snow and Quine as they used quick tags to take it to their opponents. However, Tyler and Davis proved to be resilient, and the match ended up as a time limit draw, the issues between the competitors unresolved. Before the main event, Jean Cattley had a stark warning for Rip Chord – he would get what was coming to him, one way or another. Cattley then faced Remmy Honeyman. Even with Haley Buck’s guidance available to him, Honeyman wasn’t able to defeat the former World champion, falling to a Mood Swing after fifteen minutes. Fans, that was this week’s show. Be sure to log on next week to catch it live, or join me afterwards for the show report. Swoop McCarthy def. Justin Sensitive – D- The Second Sons def. The Wilkes Brothers – E+ Raphael def. Kashmir Singh – D The Canadian Blondes drew with Team Honor – D- Thea Davis and Brooke Tyler drew with Nadia Snow and Jaime Quine – E Jean Cattley def. Remmy Honeyman – D Overall: D[/I] [/QUOTE] * [CENTER][B]MAW Nationwide[/B] Suzanne Brazzle vs. Jaime Quine vs. Nadia Snow Remmy Skye vs. Casey Valentine Enygma vs. Rudy Velasquez Cattley, Phoenix & Ota vs. Ruin, Raphael & Antonio[/CENTER]
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[B]MAW Nationwide[/B] [B]Suzanne Brazzle[/B] vs. Jaime Quine vs. Nadia Snow [B]Remmy Skye[/B] vs. Casey Valentine [B]Enygma[/B] vs. Rudy Velasquez Cattley, Phoenix & Ota vs. [B]Ruin, Raphael & Antonio[/B] On the same day, both James Casey and TigerKinney talking about the end of their diaries... I am not shocked in either case, but that does not make me happy. As a demanding reader, I want MOAR!
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[B]Suzanne Brazzle[/B] vs. Jaime Quine vs. Nadia Snow [I]The former champ gets back on the winning track[/I] Remmy Skye vs. [B]Casey Valentine[/B] [I]Second sons related inteference to help Valentine to the win.[/I] [B]Enygma [/B]vs. Rudy Velasquez [I]Enygma follows up his win in the King of the Indies[/I] Cattley, Phoenix & Ota vs. [B]Ruin, Raphael & Antonio[/B] [I]More talent on the face side, but I feel you will keep the heels strong with a cheap win to keep them looking an unstoppable threat. [/I]
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