Karl_Kitsch Posted July 2, 2008 Share Posted July 2, 2008 On my 15th birthday, I punched my old man square in the face. I looked him square in the eye and threw my hand into his flattened, crooked nose as hard as I could and I watched him stand there, unmoved by the trickle of blood running down his lip. My old man, the alcoholic, waste of a lump of man, he didn't swing back, he didn't yell. That doorknob of a man, he laughed in my face. He laughed longer and harder than I had ever heard him before. He laughed for what seemed like forever before he stopped. Still smirking, he looked at me and said something that would change the course of my life. "You have to do more than that to drop the Masked Strangler." "The Masked Who?", I asked. "The Masked Strangler, former two time All-Midwest Champion from 1968-1975. Master of the Iron Grasp.", he said, standing as tall as possible, his chest forward. I stood before him, shocked and speechless for a few minutes. Then I asked the only thing in my brain. "Can you make ME a wrestler, Dad?" He thought for a moment, smiled wide, and said the two words that would define me for the rest of my life. "Why not?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 2, 2008 Author Share Posted July 2, 2008 Out Of Character: Sorry to everyone who read the original thread, but I needed to restart for two reasons: I suck at running FREEDOM Caribbean Wrestling and my writing was not where I wanted it to be be quality wise. So, this is a new Dynasty with the old back story and a new promotion. Which one? Well, that's up to whoever replies first... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 2, 2008 Author Share Posted July 2, 2008 I spent the next three years of my life training. Not training like you do in some rented building that used to be a TG&Y or the kind you get from some former SWF World Champion in a state of the art facility. No, I got the kind of training you get from a 56 year old former masked jobber. I woke up every day an hour before I needed to get ready for school. I carried sacks of potatoes up and down stadium steps. I did Hindu squats until I couldn't stand. I ran until I threw up. This was my 16th year on Earth: School and working out until it made me sick. On my 17th birthday, he told me to punch him in the face. Again. "Are you sure?", I asked, meekly. "Hah! I think I can take a punch from the likes of y--" I swung a wild haymaker at his cantelope head. Waiting for the squish of my fist slamming into his lump of a nose, I was on my knees and in agony. "That's rasslin', kid. That's how the Masked Strangler before me taught me and that's how the original Masked Strangler taught him." "Argh!" "Oh, yeah, sorry. I forgot to release that knuckle lock." And so it went until my 18th birthday... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 2, 2008 Author Share Posted July 2, 2008 On my 18th birthday, I was awakened at 5:22 am. I remember the precise time because of the look on my mother's face. Her eyes were beyond red and she was shaking me violently. "Karl! Karl! Wake up!" "Wha--" "It's Hank... Your Dad, he's..." "No! He can't be..." My father was dead. Henry "Hank" Kitschko, the third Masked Strangler, the two time All-Midwest Champion, had died in his sleep. I spent my eighteenth birthday helping my Mom tidy up his affairs and box up his clothes. There wasn't any talking or even crying, just quiet work. I am sure we ate at some point, but there was no cake. After spending the whole day sorting out the hole in our house, I walked up stairs to bed. "Honey." "Yeah, Mom." "I almost forgot, here's your birthday present. From Dad." I swallowed hard and opened the box. It was a mask. His mask. The Masked Strangler mask. "What does the card say, Karl?" "From the Masked Strangler to the Masked Strangler..." "What does is say?" "It doesn't say anything, there's this." I showed her the card. All it had on it was a number, in black sharpie. "4" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 2, 2008 Author Share Posted July 2, 2008 Among my father's possessions was a stack of letters, the writers of which were a who's who of pro wrestling. It is quite amazing to find out your father knew Dan Stone and George DeColt. Of course, it is also a little strange to discover how much of his life he chose not to share with me, but I think that's how all fathers are. Like icebergs, we only see ten percent of the man who created us. As I rifle through the duffel bag he left me, I can only hope that someone will ever find me as cool as my dad. Seriously, there is a picture of him and Rip Chord drinking. And I think my dad was winning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 2, 2008 Author Share Posted July 2, 2008 Where should I go? Canada? Japan? Australia? I just don't know where I belong, I just know where I can't go: the SWF... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 2, 2008 Author Share Posted July 2, 2008 It was a Wednesday night in Tupelo, Mississippi. July heat was making everything sticky and disgusting. My stomach was turned and full of fried food from a hotel diner. I was sitting backstage, listening to Slipknot on my headphones, pretending I wasn't so nervous I could throw up at any moment. I had worked a few tryout matches. HGC said I was too young. TCW said I was too old. USPW thought I was too modern. CZCW thought I was too old school. Stomper wanted more than I was willing to give, if you catch my meaning. Japan, not interested in the Masked Strangler. Mexico, not interested in Karl Kitsch. After all that time of being let down, I was in the SWF. Richard told me he was packaging me with a new gimmick. He didn't want to popularize a gimmick I own and he didn't think I was marketable as 'Karl the Old School Guy.' "So, tonight, in this very ring, you get to be Tiktik, the Mongolian Warrior." Eisen threw me the outfit and some makeup. I was less than enthused, but I was in the SWF. My pop never got this far. Two hours later, and it was show time. I was sharing a locker room with the Warlords and Runaway Train. The Warlords were polite enough, but aloof. Until I mentioned my father. Pain actually worked against him a few times. That was cool. Train was cool, but a little intense, a little jittery. "Look, Karl, I want to make sure this is what you want. Do you really want to be Richard Eisen's boy? I mean, is it worth your soul?" I stopped fiddling with my costume and I looked up at him for a long time. I didn't know how to respond. "I just want you to think this out Karl. He signed you to a one day contract and put you into a match with Christian Faith. Do you think he has your best interests in heart?" I didn't understand. Runaway Train had a reputation for being kind of a prick, but not the type to play mind games. What was he getting at? It didn't matter, because the gorilla called me up. This was my moment. A match at a house show against Christian Faith. This was my shot at the big time. I didn't want to blow it. I didn't realize Richard Eisen had screwed me before I walked out the curtain. By Thursday morning, my wrestling career in the U.S. would be over and I would be exiled. That moment was almost worth it all, anyway. I step out of the curtain and into the light. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 2, 2008 Author Share Posted July 2, 2008 I step into the light and a thunderhead of boos envelops me. A blanket of negativity wrapped around me and made me feel at home. The red, angry faces stared with unblinking eyes and made my heart swell. It was hard not to swoon. I was sticky and wet with $5 pops and $8 beers, popcorn and peanut shells stuck in my hair and cape. I savored each slow step forward. Faith was in the ring, shaking his head. I thought he was expressing his fear of me, Tiktik the Mongolian Warrior. I thought it was all kayfabe. I spread my arms out, and with them my cape, and spun in a slow circle. The crowd was a several thousand think choir of hate. Faith was red and shaking with rage. I climbed the steps and wiped my feet on the apron. I took my time and mugged for the crowd. Faith's head was down and he was trembling with energy. I put one foot in the ring... and it all went black. It was the next day on the Internet that I saw the next five seconds. Faith had rushed me, spearing me off the apron. My foot was still in the ropes and twisted at a disgusting angle. My head hit the padded floor. It wasn't padded enough. Christian Faith, to the great joy of the crowd, top mounted me and began laying down a torrent of fists. I come to. Faith is swearing oaths of my soon demise, punching my face until it is a bloody mess. My nose cracks.All I see is his face, contorted and demonic. My arms are wrapped in my cape. I am going to die on the floor of some arena in Tupelo. Then I see the light. Christian is lifted off of me, still flailing and spitting vitriol. Runaway Train has saved my life. The gnarled claw of Warlord Agony reaches down to pull me up. He and Pain scoop me up and push me up the ramp, broken ankle and concussion not slowing them down. Ever the veterans, they play the crowd as they save me. Somehow, Train kept Faith at bay until the Lords had me halfway up the ramp. I looked to Anger and spit out a bloody "Why?" before having a coughing fit. He pointed to the SupremeTron and snickered. I collapsed in realization of what I had done. There I was, posing and making faces in my costume and makeup, intercut with footage of special needs people and my name flashing up on the screen. Only, it wasn't the name Richard Eisen told me. The screen said my name was Tiktik the Mongoloid Warrior in ten foot letters. I could still remember the old vignettes of Christian Faith training, from years back. He was swimming and sparring and lifting weights with Special Olympians. He was smiling and uplifting music played. Then, at the end, it showed him holding his son in his arms. His little boy. His special little boy. I was openly weeping now. Train put Faith back on his feet. Faith didn't try to charge up the ramp and kill me, much to my surprise. No, he exchanged words with Train and Train laughed. Faith tackled Train to the ground. The Lords of War took me to the locker room and kept the other boys from attacking me while I got dressed. Agony put on my cape and Pain put on the shirt I had worn in. All three of us left and went our separate ways. I got on a bus and took off for home, the adrenaline drowning out the agony. A week later, and the buzz died down. A few fan cams, with amazing video quality, popped up on the Internet. Faith gained a new reputation as a bad ass defender of all things good. Train, who took credit for the whole thing, gained a reputation for being kind of a jackass. I was just a stupid yokel indie worker who did it for the money. I framed the check Richard Eisen wrote me for ten thousand dollars. It reminds me that nothing is worth my soul. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rathen4 Posted July 2, 2008 Share Posted July 2, 2008 It took me 3 reads to figure out why Faith reacted like he did - but that's because I wasn't paying proper attention. It all makes more sense now. Keep it up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 2, 2008 Author Share Posted July 2, 2008 Yeah, I didn't want to bludgeon people over the head with it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 3, 2008 Author Share Posted July 3, 2008 There are few things more embarrassing than cold calling someone to ask for a job, although cold calling a man who knew your father before you were born in order to ask for a job is probably worse. After dialing the number, it felt like an hour before the first ring. My mouth tastes like bile and acid. The other end rings again. My stomach roils like sea sickness. It rings again. I'm dizzy. [COLOR="Blue"]"George DeColt, Canadian Golden Combat. What can I do you for?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]"Umm, hello Mr. DeColt. This is Karl Kitsch. You don't know me but you..."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]"Are you Strangler's boy?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]"Yes, Stanley Kitsch was my Dad."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]"Horrible shame about your old man. I always thought he deserved better than he got. How's business?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]"Well, that's what I was calling you about. I'm sure you know about the incident I was involved in with the SWF. I've been wanting to get out of the States for a while and I was wondering if you were interested in...[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]"You want a job? Great! I could always use a masked heel. Do you have a passport?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]"Sure... So I'm hired?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]"Your Dad and me, we had some times back in the day. You'll be lucky if I don't just give you the book."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]"The book?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]"You strike a hard bargain! You can be head booker, too. If I had a daughter, you could have her, too. It worked for Stone, but I only got boys."[/COLOR] I had the distinct impression that I had been bamboozled. [COLOR="Blue"]"So, do you still have the picture?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]"What picture?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]"Exactly!"[/COLOR] Canada, here I come... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 7, 2008 Author Share Posted July 7, 2008 After showing me the apartment he had set up for me, George DeColt took me out for a steak and beer meeting. He wanted me to sum up the roster, as I saw it, and sell him on some new acquisitions. [B]Alex DeColt[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/AlexDeColt.jpg[/IMG] Alex is one of the biggest draws the company has. One of the cornerstones. [B]Bobby Thomas[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/BobbyThomas.jpg[/IMG] Bobby is half of the Tag Team Champion Specialists and is a future upper midcard/ main event level worker. One of the Elite. [B]Christian Price[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/ChristianPrice.jpg[/IMG] Honestly, Christian does not impress me. He could, eventually, be a prospect, but he strikes me as a midcarder at best. [B]Dan DaLay[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/DanDaLay.jpg[/IMG] Dan is a very over heel and member of the Elite. A cornerstone and main event staple. [B]Destiny[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/TheInsaneHeat.jpg[/IMG] The former Insane Heat is doomed to midcard hell. Too good to fire, too old to develop. Ice Cold. [B]Ed Monton[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/EdMonton.jpg[/IMG] Ed is an aging star destined to put over future stars. Ice Cold. [B]Eddie Chandler[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/EddieChandler.jpg[/IMG] Eddie is a cornerstone, leader of the Elite, oh, and a constant main event draw. Could be used for something huge... Super hot. [B]Eric Tyler[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/EricTyler.jpg[/IMG] Eric is another lion in winter, but he is an important stepping stone for non- DeColt faces. Ice Cold. [B]Fate[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/Fate.jpg[/IMG] The other Soldier of Fortune is unfortunately going to stay in midcard hell with his partner. [B]Grimm Quibble[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/GrimmQuibble.jpg[/IMG] Alas, poor Grimm. Unless he lands in a stable or tag team, Gribble is destined to be a lifelong jobber. [B]Jack DeColt[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/JackDeColt.jpg[/IMG] Jack has the hot streak, the hot fiance, and is a cornerstone of the company. [B]Jesse and Joe Gilbert[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/JesseGilbert.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/JoeGilbert.jpg[/IMG] The Gilberts are good hands and will be great for putting over better teams. [B]Lee Rivera[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/LeeRivera.jpg[/IMG] Future CGC World Champion! Seriously, hot, talented, and primed for a big time push. [B]Nate Johnson[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/NateJohnson.jpg[/IMG] A guy that cold go either way. Needs some seasoning. [B]Nathan Black[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/NathanBlack.jpg[/IMG] FIRED! [B]Philippe LaGrenier[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/PhilippeLaGrenier.jpg[/IMG] Needs some serious work to be of any use. [B]Ricky DeColt[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/RickyDeColt.jpg[/IMG] CGC World Champion and cornerstone of the company. Will be huge if he stays healthy. [B]Ryan Powell[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/RyanPowell.jpg[/IMG] On the brink of greatness. Needs the big win to get over. [B]Shane Nelson[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/ShaneNelson.jpg[/IMG] Could be huge or could be left in the dust by his partner Lee. Wait and see. [B]Shooter Sean Deeley[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/ShooterSeanDeeley.jpg[/IMG] I am not sold on the odd man out in the Elite, but I could be wrong. [B]Steve DeColt[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/SteveDecolt.jpg[/IMG] Steve is the champion of champions, cornerstone of cornerstones. Steve is CGC. [B]Trent Shaffer[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/TrentShaffer.jpg[/IMG] Trent is the CGC Canadian Champion and a future main eventer. I hope he lives up to the hype. [B]Whippy the Clown[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/WhippyTheClown.jpg[/IMG] A booker's secret weapon. When you need a face and the DeColts are busy, Whippy is the man. [B]Zeus Maxmillion[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/ZeusMaxmillion.jpg[/IMG] FIRED! Here are my pick ups: [B]Jamie 'Mainstream' Hernandez[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/MainstreamHernandez.jpg[/IMG] An honorary DeColt and a big time player. [B]Brandon Smith[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/BulldozerBrandon.jpg[/IMG] A hoss and a future star. [B]Ox Mastadon[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/OxKreviazuk.jpg[/IMG] Another hoss and Brandon's tag partner. Awesome power. [B]Playboy Jake Sawyer[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/PlayboyJakeSawyer.jpg[/IMG] The best available manager. Can help some minor stars get major. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 8, 2008 Author Share Posted July 8, 2008 CGC Title Bout Quebec City Arena SELL OUT! 2000 Paying Fans! Before the cameras rolled, a few matches took place. [B]Eric Tyler[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/EricTyler.jpg[/IMG] VS. [B]Christian Price[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/ChristianPrice.jpg[/IMG] The youngster Price came on strong, hitting the more traditional Tyler with a few elbows and a quick drop kick. Unfortunately for the rookie, Tyler was able to withstand the onslaught and come back with a few knife edge chops, which the crowd loved. A German suplex wounded Price and a Tradition Lift finished him off. [B]Winner: Eric Tyler[/B] [I]2:58 Submission[/I] [I]D+[/I] [B]The South American Insanity Peppers[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/BulldozerBrandon_alt7.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/OxKreviazuk_alt1.jpg[/IMG] VS. [B]Youth Energy[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/LeeRivera.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/ShaneNelson.jpg[/IMG] Buffalo Brandon Smith and BURNING OX are teaming for the first time and are managed by Saucy Jack Sawyer, the hot sauce magnate and pro wrestling manager. Youth Energy are cautious about approaching the huge men on the other side of the ring, but a stereo drop kick on Smith and an over and under on OX even the odds. Sawyer trips Rivera, but Nelson rolls up Smith. [B]Winners: Youth Energy[/B] [I]2:52 Pin[/I] [I]E+[/I] [B]Ed Monton[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/EdMonton.jpg[/IMG] VS. [B]The New Hotness Ryan Powell[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/RyanPowell_alt3.jpg[/IMG] Hotness is managed by Saucy Jack. Ryan hammers on the veteran Monton. Ed uses his salty veteran skills to slow down the younger Powell, but he can't stop him. Powell lures Monton into the corner and hits a second rope shoulder tackle for the win. [B]Winner: The New Hotness Ryan Powell[/B] [I]3:03 Pin[/I] [I]D+[/I] [B]Philippe LeGrenier[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/PhilippeLaGrenier.jpg[/IMG] VS. [B]Whippy the Clown[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/WhippyTheClown.jpg[/IMG] Whippy and Philippe match up well and the crowd can tell. The two of them go back and forth, with Philippe getting the majority of the offense until Whippy hits a Joke's On You for the pin. [B]Winner: Whippy the Clown[/B] [I]2:51 Pin[/I] [I]D[/I] [B]Title Bout: January, Week One[/B] [B]Saucy Jack Sawyer, Buffalo Brandon Smith, BURNING OX Walk to the Room[/B] [COLOR="Red"]Saucy Jack: "So, this is the CGC, eh? All I see is a bunch of Canadian goofs who THINK they know what pro wrestling is all about. They think it's all about old men like Ed Monton and the DeColt Brothers. Well, I'll tell you this..."[/COLOR] BOOS rain down on the three men in the ring. Jack pauses to soak it all in. [COLOR="Red"]"Pro wrestling is all about one thing: FIRE!The fire that burns in the heart of a true competitor. The fire that burns in my soul. The fire that burns in..."[/COLOR] Jack reaches into his coat and pulls out a bottle. [COLOR="Red"]"In each and every bottle of Sawyer's Inferno Sauce!"[/COLOR] Jack pops off the lid and drinks the whole bottle down. [I]E+[/I] [B]Trent Shaffer Comes To The Ring[/B] [COLOR="Blue"]"Trent: "What's all this about the CGC and Canada? You think you can walk in here with a bottle of hot sauce and some over sized muscle heads and take over the joint? Not bloody likely!"[/COLOR] The crowd cheers. [COLOR="Red"]"Wait one second there, Trent... Have you even tasted Sawyer's Inferno Sauce? It's a hot time!"[/COLOR] Jack pulls another bottle out of his coat pocket and hands it to Trent. [COLOR="Blue"]"I have no intention of drinking hot sauce straight out of the bott---"[/COLOR] Jack jams the bottle into Trent's mouth and only pulls it out when it's empty. Trent looks dizzy... [I]D[/I] [B]Trent Grabs The Microphone[/B] [COLOR="Blue"]"I don't know what's in your pixie drink, but I like it!"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]"I knew you would Trent, I knew you would."[/COLOR] OX, Brandon, and Jack hug the still woozy Trent Shaffer. [I]D+[/I] [COLOR="Purple"]Jerome Turner: "So, folks, I guess that makes Trent Shaffer a member of Jack Sawyer's menagerie of mentally moonstruck monsters. Coming up next is a battle we've been waiting for: Canadian Champ Trent Shaffer vs. Steve DeColt's new prodigy.[/COLOR] [COLOR="Lime"]Adrian Garcia: "I can't wait to see what stiff DeColt is going to parade around..."[/COLOR] [B]"California Love" Jamie Hernandez[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/MainstreamHernandez.jpg[/IMG] VS. [B]Spicy Trent Shaffer[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/TrentShaffer_alt5.jpg[/IMG] [I]CGC Canadian Title Match[/I] [COLOR="Purple"]Jerome: "That's the wrestler called Mainstream Hernandez in MAW. He was trained by Rip Chord, if I'm not mistaken. Any more info Adrian?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Lime"]Adrian: "I hate you so much, Turner."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Purple"]Jerome: "Well, that was informative, Adrian. Onto the match. Steve DeColt is in the corner of young Jamie and the Canadian Champ has that little weirdo Saucy Jack in his corner. Is that hot sauce on Trent's face?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Lime"]Adrian: "That or he was kissing your wife again, Jerome."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Purple"]Jerome: "What does that even mean?"[/COLOR] In a tense match, Jamie tried to take things to the air while Trent tried to ground and pound. Jamie went for his Slide Tackle finisher, but was sprayed in the face with hot sauce before getting a case of Heart Burn. [B]Winner and STILL Canadian Champion: Spicy Trent Shaffer[/B] [I]5:33 Pin[/I] [I]D-[/I] [B]Steve DeColt Has A Mic[/B] And he uses it to build up Jamie's self esteem. The poor kid looks beat, but Steve makes him chin up. [I]B[/I] [B]Training Montage: Steve DeColt[/B] Steve is shown playing golf and hitting a hole in one, making near impossible putts, and driving the ball like it owes him money. [I]B[/I] [B]Steve DeColt[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/SteveDecolt.jpg[/IMG] VS. [B]The Masked Strangler[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/TheMaskedAvatar.jpg[/IMG] [COLOR="Purple"]Jerome: "This should be good. Two multi-generational athletes going at it in the center of the ring with only family pride at stake."[/COLOR] Amazing chemistry between the two young veterans, their styles matching up perfectly. Steve hits his DeColt Stampede and the Strangler does what three other Stranglers before him excelled at. He counted the lights. [B]Winner: Steve DeColt[/B] [I]9:58 Pin[/I] [I]B-[/I] [B]The Elite Are In the Ring...[/B] Running down the DeColts. Shooter Sean Deeley, Dan DaLay, and Eddie Chandler want a match tonight. The DeColts come out to meet them in the ring. [I]B-[/I] [B]Eddie Chandler, Dan DaLay, and Shooter Sean Deeley[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/AlexDeColt.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/JackDeColt.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/RickyDeColt.jpg[/IMG] A who's who of CGC history is in the ring for a six man match. It sadly never really gels and ends when Alex hits Shooter Sean Deeley with a DeColt Driver. [B]Winners: The DeColt Brothers[/B] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/EddieChandler.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/DanDaLay.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd99/chuck_jaywalk/ShooterSeanDeeley.jpg[/IMG] VS. [B]Alex DeColt, Jack DeColt, and Ricky DeColt[/B] [I]11:42 Pin[/I] [I]C-[/I] [B]The DeColts Celebrate In the Ring[/B] The crowd goes nuts for the DeColt boys. Then, the screen goes black. [I]B-[/I] [B]Show Rating:[/B] [I]C[/I] The show got a .39 rating and positive reviews. Yay. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted July 11, 2008 Author Share Posted July 11, 2008 I woke up at 3 am because my phone rang. I barely opened my eyes before picking it up. [COLOR="Red"]"Welcome back to the fold, Mr. Kitsch."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Navy"]"Richard?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"]"Karl, I have quite an offer for you..."[/COLOR] The biggest things always start so small... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karl_Kitsch Posted August 21, 2008 Author Share Posted August 21, 2008 Have you ever said no to Richard Eisen? It ain't easy... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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