SWF: Generation Supreme

James Casey · August 11, 2012

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Supreme Wrestling Federation presents: Supreme TV

Tuesday, 9th<sup></sup> August 2011

Your announcers:

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Duane Fry – Sara Silver

Duane:

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show. As you can see, we have an impatient number one contender tonight, so let’s go straight to the ring.

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Money:

Good evening, and welcome to Supreme TV. Last year I lost the SWF World title to Christian Faith, and regained it one month later .This year I lost the SWF World title to Tom Gilmore. One month later, here we are, forty-eight hours away from my rematch.

Money:

Gilmore... is a fighter, a tough competitor, a

worthy opponent

. I don’t say that lightly.

Money:

Brandon James, on the other hand, is a piece of crap. He’s big, he’s strong, he’s smart, and he’s faster than someone that size has any right being. He can take the sort of punishment that would leave a normal man in hospital, and he can just shrug that off and keep coming at you. He’s been one of my toughest opponents, and my two victories over him are among my proudest moments. I’m even prepared to admit that he could have beaten me, if the chips had fallen a little differently on either night.

Money:

Right now, though, he’s let that Call of Destiny briefcase go to his head. Lounging around, being hand-fed quails’ eggs by Emma Chase, or whatever it is he does when he should be preparing to fight... No, he’s a piece of crap, and it burns me that I could go sixty minutes against Gilmore on Thursday night, come out on top and then have him come out and snatch it all away in seconds.

Money:

I considered hurting him. I could do that. Let’s face it, if I decided to keep my hands clean, I could hire anyone on this roster to do it. For a one-off payment I could have half the roster going after him...

He smirked.

Money:

That would be

smart

, but it wouldn’t be

money

. I trust that I’m good enough to handle Brandon James. I don’t think I’m going to be in the best of shape after an hour with the

second

best wrestler in the world, but I believe I can handle the so-called Big Money, not least because I plan on beating him so badly tonight that he’ll need crutches to get down to the ring on Thursday.

Money:

To that end I need a partner for the triangle tag match. Being so very money I could have had anyone in this company by my side. The Wrath of God perhaps, or one of the Machines, or even the Dark Destroyer himself... but if there’s one thing I know how to do it’s make waves. And making waves right now is Generation Supreme, so I think I need to see for myself how good some of these kids are. So my partner tonight isn’t as established a name as some, but based on his showing last week against Gilmore he seems like he has talent... and he’s not just getting by on his family connections, which I like. Joining me in the main event tonight will be Matt Gauge!

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Duane:

Huge choice by the number one contender – and a huge chance for the Shooting Star champion!

Gauge entered the ring, and shook hands with his partner for the night. Money passed him the microphone.

Matt:

Thank you, Rich, and thank you for this chance.

He turned to address the crowd.

Matt:

My name is Matthew Gauge, and I am the Shooting Star champion here in the SWF. I don’t talk much – yet. My aim is to let my work in the ring do the talking and then, when I’ve proven myself,

then

I can start to mouth off. But tonight’s special – it’s not my first main event, but it’s the first time I’ve been chosen to partner someone like Rich Money, one of the best wrestlers in the world.

He turned back to Money.

Matt:

No offence, Rich, but I still think my dad could kick your ass.

Money laughed, and waved Gauge on.

Matt:

But Rich Money has proven himself at the top level. For most of the last eighteen months he’s been the World champion, a goal I’m certainly aiming for, and I have to consider his endorsement of me something worth celebrating. Tonight I’m going up against some of the best wrestlers in the world. I’ve been trained by one of the best of all time... and this is my chance to step out of whatever comfort zone I might have, and see how I measure up.

Matt:

This is what Generation Supreme is about – mixing it up with the best of the best, and seeing how we measure up. I don’t think I’ll be the last of us to make the step up, but I intend to make sure tonight that if Rich or anyone is looking for someone to stand tall in the main event... Well, I want my name to be at the top of that list.

The two men shook hands and left the ring together, Gauge listening closely as Money apparently passed on some tips.

Matt:

Could Matt Gauge be ready to make the step up? Generation Supreme may have its first breakout star.

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Jack Bruce vs. William Hayes

Sara:

Bruce and Hayes have been crossing paths for some weeks now. This is Hayes’ chance to prove that he belongs.

Hayes didn’t get much of a chance to prove anything at first. Bruce exploded out of the blocks, pounding on his opponent with fists and feet and knees, before upending Hayes with a clothesline. Hayes slithered out of the ring and paced at ringside as Bruce played to the crowd.

Duane:

Bruce should keep the pressure up. Hayes has shown he shouldn’t be underestimated.

Hayes re-entered slowly, eyeing up Bruce warily. The two men closed, Hayes economical in his movement, Bruce bouncing on his toes and trying to immediately hiptoss Hayes as they tied up. Hayes blocked, and countered with a hard kick to Bruce’s gut, holding onto one arm and delivering a hook kick to the face. Hayes pressed his advantage, delivering kicks and forearms to drive Bruce back into the corner before a roundhouse elbow snapped Bruce’s head around, leaving him hanging on the turnbuckles.

Sara:

Hayes could pull off a shock here...

Hayes backed off, taking a short run up to launch himself at Bruce. The Long Island Angel ducked low, and got his shoulder under Hayes, hoisting himself up and over the top rope. Hayes grabbed the top rope, holding on and stopping himself from hitting the floor – but leaving him hanging from the rope. Bruce reached over to grab Hayes, but-

Sara:

Green mist!

Bruce yanked his head back just in time to avoid a faceful of mist as Hayes released the top rope and dropped down to ringside, and the referee called for the bell.

Sara:

Bruce wins – but that’s not how he would have wanted to do it.

Duane:

Hayes was holding his own, but maybe right now he’s not looking for wins. Maybe...

Hayes backed up the ramp, wiping his mouth as he and Bruce glared at one another.

Duane:

...maybe he just wants people to know that he can mist them from anywhere, at any time.

Winner: Jack Bruce (B)

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Backstage, and Hannah was glaring at the two Machines.

Hannah:

I don’t know what the hell happened last week, but you two need to sharpen up your ideas, boys. Wrestle like that against Morrisette, and

neither

of you will get to leave on Thursday with the North American title.

Hill and Anderson glared at her.

Anderson:

You were hired to look pretty on camera and deal with the paperwork crap.

Don’t

try and tell us what to do. What are you, twenty?

Hannah:

Twenty-two.

Hill:

That’s right – we hired you to fetch us beer in bars as well.

Hannah glowered.

Morrisette:

Trouble in paradise?

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Morrisette smirked at the trio.

Morrisette:

Too bad. Guess the tables have turned. See you on Thursday.

He walked off, a spring in his step, as Hannah, Hill and Anderson resumed sniping at one another.

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The California Fly Boys vs. Supply & Demand

Grandmaster Bling and Freddy Garcia bumped and grinded their way to the ring, accompanied by a half-dozen beautiful women who acted as their personal cheer squad as they tangled with the laid-back Californian duo. James Prudence and Donnie Jackson showed real skill in applying their speed and agility advantages against their stronger opponents, leading the women to shriek and groan as their patrons did their best to fight back. The bigger duo tried to isolate Jackson, but the Fly Boys showed great understanding, and Prudence was able to disrupt their rhythm, allowing Jackson to make the tag and setting Bling up for a West Coast Pop to pick up the win.

Winners: California Fly Boys (B, 1pt)

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In Sean McFly’s locker room, the Canadian contingent (and the honorary Canadian whose locker room it was) were gathered around a television, watching the end of the match closely.

McFly:

The Fly Boys are tight. They’ve got the look of champions around them. If Bling and Garcia could get their heads on business for ten minutes, they could turn into a great team as well. Now, Joey...

The group turned to DeColt, who was dressed for his match.

McFly:

Héroe.

Joey nodded.

McFly:

He’s fast, and agile, but he’s not a luchador – he’s got a lot more to his game than that. For his age – at least, what I

think

is his age – he’s got as good an all-round game as anyone I’ve seen.

DeColt:

Yeah. I’ve been watching him. Edd, Davis, any tips?

Newton:

You want us to dish the dirt on him just because he’s a part of Generation Supreme?

DeColt:

Does it break the sacred vow you’ve taken?

Joey smiled, but it didn’t entirely reach his eyes.

Newton:

It’s not like that. We’re not a stable, we don’t train together – there’s no inside track-

Edd:

His breath smells of dim sun.

They turned to look at Edd.

Edd:

It does! I faced him for the Shooting Star title, remember? I think he ate at Dim Sun Danny’s before the match.

Duane:

Right. Well-

All I’m saying is, if he did that before a title match, maybe he’s not as committed as you might think.

McFly:

That’s-

Edd:

In the House of Edd, we treat our bodies like temples.

Duane:

Okay, so-

Edd:

Virgin sacrifices are ceremonial... until after the service, of course.

DeColt:

Edd.

Edd:

Right.

McFly:

He might just like Chinese food occasionally. Anyway, what can you tell me about Matthew Gauge?

Duane:

Looking at tapes of Sam and him, he’s better than Sam was at that age – no surprise, I suppose. Don’t underestimate him, Sean. He’ll be out to take you down. Eisen, Money and James will probably all be after Gilmore – or Money.

McFly nodded.

McFly:

I know he’s good. I guess I get to see tonight if he’s as good as he looks.

Edd:

He is. He beat me last month.

McFly:

I know, Edd. Even with Edd-Fu, he beat you. I’m taking him seriously.

He shared an amused look with Duane as DeColt checked his bootlaces one last time.

DeColt:

Right. Bell time. I’ll report back on tonight – we need to know more about anyone and everyone in Generation Supreme if they’re coming after us.

He left the room. Newton looked troubled.

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Joey DeColt vs. Héroe

Sara:

Matches like this are great experience for youngsters like Héroe – an international star like Joey DeColt doesn’t often travel south of the border.

Duane:

The Canadian contingent here in the SWF is pretty tight. I find it interesting that the Mexicans – Héroe, Montero and Marquez – aren’t so supportive of each other.

Sara:

All three men are members of Generation Supreme, and they team up occasionally on Uprising, but there’s no regular allegiance there. Maybe it’s because they’re all around the same level, and competing for the same goals right now.

Héroe was obviously set and determined to use DeColt as a step up from his current status. DeColt, equally as obviously, had no interest in becoming a stepping stone for the masked man. The two fought like cat and dog, Héroe eschewing the typical luchador aerial attacks for a stand-up brawl that spilled out of the ring and around ringside.

Sara:

Héroe is a real talent. This could be another upset, just like Jay Chord going over DeColt a couple of weeks’ back.

Héroe managed to stun DeColt by the announcers’ desk. Jumping onto the ring apron, he grabbed the top rope and hopped up onto the second rope, before moonsaulting backwards onto DeColt, sandwiching him against the announcers’ desk.

Duane:

Wow!

The masked man rolled DeColt back into the ring and stepped onto the back of his legs. Grabbing DeColt’s arms, he pulled him back, lifting his torso off the mat.

Duane:

That’s the End of Days – DeColt’s own move!

Héroe struggled with the hold, trying to lock it in on DeColt, who fought ferociously to avoid being trapped in his own hold. DeColt’s familiarity with the move allowed him to hold Héroe off until he was able to break free, at which point he was able to score with a high belly to belly suplex and, before Héroe could counter, roll him into the End of Days to force the submission.

Sara:

An impressive effort from both men – if Héroe hadn’t tried to be clever, that could have gone the other way. DeColt stuck to what works, and it worked here tonight.

Winner: Joey DeColt (B)

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In the doctors’ room, Jack Bruce was being checked over.

Doctor:

No, Mr Bruce, I think you’re okay. You may have got a little spray in your eyes, but just wash them out a couple of times before bed and-

He stopped cold as a meaty hand dropped on his shoulder.

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Khoklov:

Run away. Now.

Released from Khoklov’s grasp, the doctor did as instructed. Bruce looked up at the big Russian.

Bruce:

Can I do something for you, Drago?

Khoklov:

Dolph Lundgren was not Russian. If a true Russian had been in that role, there would have been no Rocky V.

Bruce:

That might have been for the best.

Khoklov:

I did not come here to discuss movies with you, Jack. I came here to make sure that you are ready for Thursday.

Bruce:

Tuned up and warmed up.

He hopped off the couch and stood toe to toe with Khoklov. His head came up to somewhere short of Khoklov’s collar bone. The Russian Giant bent forward slightly to meet Bruce’s gaze, a broad, self-satisfied smile on his face.

Khoklov:

On Thursday, you will not be warmed up. You will be...

out cold

.

Nemesis:

You have to love that Russian sense of humour.

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Nemesis:

I spent a few weeks in Moscow once, back in the days with the Wall in Germany, and Gorbachev with the big red button nearby at all times. The vodka was good, and the guy I played chess against was first rate.

Nemesis:

But things change. The vodka’s still good, but the Wall came down and there’s no big button anymore – well, so they say.

Nemesis:

Things change, Jack. Last time I was here, a guy who put music before fighting would have been first on my list...

He smiled, and behind him Jack Giedroyc looked eager.

Nemesis:

...but that was in the past. Time change, and-

Johnson:

Problem in here?

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Christian Faith and Ricky Dale Johnson stood in the doorway, taking in the sight of Bruce surrounded by Khoklov, Nemesis and Giedroyc.

Bruce:

None, thanks.

Nemesis:

No. Just a friendly discussion about change. It doesn’t come quickly, Christian. You know that.

Faith:

I know a lot about change. I’ve seen a lot of it over the years. I’m the last man here who remembers how things were last time you got your foot in the door.

Faith stepped into the room, and stared down at the shorter man.

Faith:

You ran roughshod over anyone who got in your way. I suppose you could say it was your right – you had gold, and everyone and their mother came after to you. As for what you did to them, that didn’t sit well with me. I wanted you in the ring back then, but I was young.

Nemesis:

You hadn’t put in your time.

Faith:

No, I hadn’t. Nowadays, Generation Supreme would say that being good enough is all that matters. Maybe that’s a change I should have pushed for.

Nemesis:

You weren’t good enough back then, and I got chased out of here before you came close. Nowadays I’m retired. Going over old ground...

He took a deep breath, and squared his shoulders.

Nemesis:

...that’s not why I’m here.

Faith:

Really? You come here, and Jack jumps to your side-

Nemesis:

That’s not old ground. Jack and I butted heads a lot in Philly, but it’s only recently that we’ve started to see eye to eye. He knows the way this world works, same as I do.

Faith:

And how’s that, Jack?

He turned to look at Giedroyc.

Faith:

It used to be that there was no-one I trusted more to have my back. Against Vengeance, you were slugging until the end – the last one to get taken down. Then you went after Greed, and I knew you were fighting the good fight. Now you and Greed seem to have switched sides.

Giedroyc flushed red.

Giedroyc:

I switched

nothing

. What I did, what I

believe

, is the same as always. The world changed – that’s the only excuse for people out there

cheering

for Greed. Nemesis knows how this world works, and when I realised that, I realised that this business needed the God of Hardcore more then it ever had.

Faith:

Why?

Nemesis:

For

change

, Christian. For change.

Faith:

What

change?

Nemesis smiled.

Nemesis:

The only change that matters – the sort that comes with a cost that makes sure people know how valuable it is. Now, come on, Jack. Time to go.

The two men walked off. Khoklov glared at the trio of crowd favourites.

Khoklov:

I like Nemesis. The man speaks sense. Russian vodka

is

good, is the

best

.

He shoved past the others and left the room.

Faith:

Nemesis... That man is bad news, even in a smart suit.

Bruce:

Yeah, I know. It’s hard to know who isn’t right now. I’ll say something I never thought I’d say – I’m glad I’m not World champion right now. Money for an hour, Brandon James and Steve Frehley in waiting, and you know that Nemesis has his eyes on the top spot for Giedroyc...

Johnson:

I hear you, partner. That man’s an ill wind, and whatever change he’s blowing, it’s going to do no-one any good.

To be continued...

James Casey · August 11, 2012

SWF Chaos title

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Bali vs. Spencer Spade © in a submission match

Sara:

This is an interesting challenge for Spade. Bali has spent a lot of time in Japan, and knows all kinds of moves that Spade won’t have had much exposure to.

Duane:

I wonder if Sam Keith has taught Spade the Proton Lock?

If he has, Spade didn’t break it out in this match. An early attempt at going after Bali’s legs earned him a thrust kick for his troubles leaving the Chaos champion down and out – but Bali’s instinctive cover got him nothing. Belatedly trying to lock Spade into a triangle choke, the champion recovered just enough to get his foot on the rope. Bali slammed his hands into the mat in frustration at his own lack of attention. Spade bailed out of the ring and took a few pointers from Keith, before rejoining the fight and working over Bali’s right shoulder to the best of his ability – although the Samoan was able to counter a shoulderbreaker into a powerslam. Spade kept plugging away, however, and with no disqualifications possible he was able to uncover a turnbuckle and send Bali crashing shoulder-first into it, before clamping on a spinning arm bar in the centre of the ring to force the submission.

Winner: Spencer Spade (B)

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Chase:

Ahem.

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Chase:

Well done, Spencer. Your commitment to defending your title is truly admirable – and will be a fitting testament in the wake of the Inner Circle’s victory on Thursday night. Do make sure you polish the belt before you come out. Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend, but in this business gold is the most valuable commodity.

With a smile on her lips Chase turned away and disappeared backstage before Spade had a chance to respond. Sam Keith seemed amused by her impromptu appearance, but the younger man appeared more irritated.

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SWF North American title

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Chris Morrisette © vs. Troy Tornado

Duane:

Troy Tornado is right in what he said last week – he has been a champion elsewhere. Even so, this is a step up for him, competing for a title in the SWF.

Nonetheless, Tornado looked comfortable from the off, taking it to Morrisette with a flurry of punches from the bell. The two men traded shots, finding counters to many of each other’s moves before Morrisette took control with an armdrag into an armbar. Grounded, Tornado tried to find leverage to escape, but Morrisette held him tight, wrenching on Tornado’s arm. Tornado tried everything, only escaping when Morrisette released the hold, only to wrap Tornado’s arm around the top rope for added leverage – until the referee forced the break. Before Tornado could pull his arm free, however, Morrisette kicked it, further bending it around the rope to Tornado’s clear discomfort.

Tornado, however, fought back hard. Even with a weakened arm he was still able to land some big hits on the North American champion, including a madman clothesline that took both men over the top rope to a hard landing on the arena floor.

Duane:

It was a big risk by Tornado, and I don’t think it paid off. Morrisette looks to have landed on top of Tornado – and that’s a lucky break for the champion.

Morrisette rolled the challenger back into the ring, and went straight after the arm once more. Tornado was able to hold him at bay for a time, but when Morrisette shifted tack and suddenly dived in to tie Tornado up with the Lobster Trap, the challenger was just too worn down to kick out.

Duane:

A great match – and Tornado still looks dangerous.

Sara:

But Chris Morrisette is right on form as he heads into the triangle match on Thursday night.

Winner: Chris Morrisette (A)

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Backstage, and the Inner Circle were holding a celebration – even without any wins on the board. A large picture of Brandon James dominated the back wall of the room, Big Money holding the World title aloft. As a nervous-looking waiter filled champagne glasses and handed them out, Swoop nodded approvingly.

McCarthy:

It’s a good picture. Photoshop?

James:

A prediction. Forty-eight hours, perhaps a few minutes longer, but I can afford to be patient.

He handed McCarthy a glass and put an arm around Swoop’s shoulders. Swoop looked a little surprised, and when Eric moved to stand on his other side the Australian’s expression turned guarded.

McCarthy:

Problem, mates?

Eric:

A word of advice, Swoop. Your role in this group is a junior one. You have talent, but as your Generation Supreme associates are so keen to point out, you are not alone in being young and prodigiously gifted. If Rich Money thinks so highly of Matthew Gauge, perhaps he would be a good recruit. Of course, with Marat here our numbers are pretty high already...

Swoop looked at Eric, his expression speaking volumes.

McCarthy:

Yeah, you’ve made your point. Question is, why?

James:

Last week you put yourself forward, Swoop. You interfered in my education of Davis Wayne Newton. Now, you justified your actions... except you brought with you an outsider. James Hernandez had no business coming to Davis Wayne Newton’s rescue. This was Inner Circle business.

McCarthy:

He was on his way. He’s Newton’s buddy.

Eric:

Really.

McCarthy shrugged off James’ arm and turned to face the others.

McCarthy:

You think I’m stupid enough to turn on you guys? What does Davis Newton get me? What can James Hernandez do for me?

James:

Nothing and nothing. Remember that – and just to be sure, you will be stepping up in Eric’s place tonight. The reason I wanted you in on last week’s ambush was to make sure you were for us. With Gauge on the other side, I want to make sure you’re ready to go against your other buddies when the pressure mounts.

Swoop gunned his glass of champagne.

McCarthy:

Sounds good. You want to play games, go ahead boys. Where I’m from, we play a straight bat. You’ve got my word that I’m in this for the Inner Circle – because I’m in this for me. Do I want to be number one? Yeah, damn right I do. Is the Inner Circle the best way to get there? I don’t see anything better. So as long as you do right by me, you get me doing right by you. And Swoop McCarthy’s best is pretty bloody good.

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Sara:

And we go from the Inner Circle to two of their opponents this Thursday night – the Triumphant Wolfsons, who’ve been on the road these last few days. Let’s catch up with them!

Since their last appearance on Supreme TV, it’s clear that the Wolfsons have been having fun – travelling cross-country, meeting fans, partying with a countless number of women, hitting bars, clubs, parties and premieres, showing their title belts everywhere they went.

Sara:

Maybe it’s just me, but the Wolfsons seem to living the Inner Circle lifestyle right now.

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Suzanne Brazzle and Joanne Rodriguez vs. Lauren Easter and Tamara McFly

Sara:

I wonder what Grace Harper is doing right now?

Duane:

Watching, planning, learning. She wants that title shot, and with all four rivals in this match, it gives her the perfect opportunity to pick up some hints. What about Cherry Bomb?

Sara:

She’s probably DVRing this while she watches tapes of her own matches.

The match was an interesting one, with Easter and McFly on opposite pages – but for all that, able to trap Brazzle and Rodriguez as though in a pincer movement. Brazzle and Rodriguez fought hard, and even managed some clever double-team moves, but Easter in particular seemed bound and determined to hit Welcome to the Jungle at top speed. Accepting McFly’s help where it suited her, she went all out to take down their opponents, and was able to take Brazzle down and lock her in a Figure Four Leglock for the win.

Duane:

Easter’s in form – but what about Brazzle? The number one contender just can’t seem to get going since her return from injury.

Winners: Easter and McFly (B-)

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Sara:

Oh, here comes trouble...

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Cherry Bomb and Melody Cuthill stood at the top of the ramp.

Bomb:

Don’t worry, Suzanne. Performance anxiety is a problem for everyone when you know what awaits you. You see, I understand. I’ve seen it happen before. Great wrestlers – and you

are

a great wrestler – always struggle when they come up against me. They’re so used to being at the head of the pack. To find that there’s yet another leap forward, well, that’s galling for anyone.

Bomb:

But don’t worry. Come Thursday, it’ll all be over. We’ll fight, you’ll see just how far you can push yourself and, if past results are anything to go by, you won’t have a title to console you. But you

will

know that you can push yourself far, far further then you ever imagined. And hopefully you can come back in the future and push me even harder than you ever have.

Sara:

Bomb is confident.

Duane:

And why not? Since she came to the SWF, has

anyone

troubled her?

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Tom Gilmore and Jessie were watching the previous exchange backstage on a monitor. Gilmore shook his head.

Gilmore:

See, that’s just what I don’t want to be. If you assume superiority, all that happens is someone blindsides you.

Jessie:

I’m not about to let that happen. You still have to do the dishes at home while I scout your opponents.

Gilmore laughed, and put his arm around his wife’s shoulders. They turned away from the monitor, but stopped short.

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Steve Frehley stood immediately before them. He stared down at the World champion.

Frehley:

Good luck tonight. And good luck on Thursday. Tyler’s more likely to sanction a match for me against you then he is Money or James.

He reached out and tapped the World title hanging on Gilmore’s shoulder.

Frehley:

Keep it warm for me.

He turned and walked off, leaving the Gilmores exchanging concerned looks.

Duane:

Everyone’s getting in line for the World champion.

Sara:

If you can’t take the heat...

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Liberty vs. Jay Chord

Duane:

Jay Chord looks pumped up here. I wonder if Liberty is as ready?

Sara:

Liberty doesn’t do ‘pumped up’. He’s a much more laid back person, but he’s been everywhere and seen everything in his career. He’s ready.

Jay was in no mood to show respect to the veteran Liberty. He kicked and punched and clotheslined, harrying and harassing the older man, and showing no mercy or patience as he seemed to be trying to get the match over and done with in the opening minutes.

Liberty was on the defensive for much of the match, with Jay looking sharp and avoiding and countering attempts at reversing the flow. He did manage to dive out of the way of a corner splash, but Jay was quick enough to get his feet up and land on the second rope. Leaping over Liberty’s head he rolled him up with a sunset flip to get two. Quick to his feet, Jay was ready for Liberty as the veteran rose from the mat, and caught him with a kick to the gut, doubling him over. Before Liberty had a chance to react, Jay grabbed him and drove his head into the mat with a Cradle Piledriver to score the pin.

Duane:

Wow! What a dominant performance from Jay Chord! At least one member of Generation Supreme seems ready to take on the big boys right now!

Winner: Jay Chord (B+)

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Before Liberty had any chance of recovering, Jay kicked and stamped on him, forcing him out onto the arena floor. Jay followed him, for the first time looking almost relaxed as he picked up a microphone.

Chord:

I’m not my father. He was already past thirty when he came to the SWF. I’m twenty-one, and already I’m better than he was when he came here.

Chord:

As for Uncle Sam... Well, you came here from the old folks’ home he runs now. You’ll have to do.

Duane:

What does he-

Sara:

Oh no, no!

Liberty was struggling to get to his feet as Chord dropped the mic. The youngster grabbed the ringside mats and pulled them back, revealing the bare concrete beneath.

Sara:

He wouldn’t...

Duane:

Why not? His father did!

Chord laughed as he slapped Liberty on the side of the head, before grabbing the veteran by the head. The second-generation star smirked as he looked around at the baying crowd, before-

Duane:

DDT!

The crowd fell silent for a moment, before launching into an avalanche of boos and jeers as Chord sat up, a wide smirk on his face.

Duane:

Dear Lord almighty. Liberty isn’t moving...

Sara:

But Chord could be in for some hard time!

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Rick Law charged down the aisle, targeting Chord before he could do any more damage to Liberty. Before he could tackle Chord, however, a fourth man sprung over the crowd barrier and tackled him to the floor.

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Sara:

Darryl Devine! He and Chord had all this planned out!

As medics rushed down to ringside to tend to Liberty, Devine and Chord hurled Law into the crowd barriers, before rolling him into the ring. Devine followed him in, signalling for the referee to ring the bell. The official checked with Law, who took a couple of heavy breaths before nodding.

Duane:

We have a match – but how well can Law concentrate with Liberty still being treated at ringside?

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Rick Law vs. Darryl Devine

Capitalising on the assault, Devine dominated the early minutes of this contest. With the trainers still checking on Liberty at ringside, Law was sufficiently distracted that Devine was able to unload with some of his biggest strikes and moves, showing no patience or mercy in assaulting the more experienced fighter.

Sara:

Devine learned about the slightness of margins in his loss to McFly last week. He won’t want Law to have a chance of making up the lost ground.

But Devine made one mistake – and against Law, it proved fatal. Seeking to bring a quick end to the match, Devine goaded Law into following him into the corner. As the referee got between them, Devine reached over his shoulder and jammed his thumb into Law’s eye. Law reeled in pain, but shrugged off Devine’s follow-up strike, before hurling Devine into the far corner with an almighty throw. His face set like stone, Law hammered the shocked Devine with a charging clothesline in the corner before drawing roars from the crowd by gorilla pressing the smaller man over his head, holding him up in the lights for several seconds before dropping him face-first to the mat. Running the ropes, Law launched himself up into the air, delivering a big splash to Devine for two. Devine escaped defeat, but he was rocked by another huge clothesline before a gutwrench suplex left the smaller man reeling. Law regarded the offender coldly as he stumbled to his feet, before charging across the ring and throwing himself at Devine, turning him inside out with a Long Arm of the Law that left him down for the count.

Sara:

Devine did everything he could, but Law wasn’t going to be denied.

Duane:

A measure of justice for Rick Law, but you have to wonder if we’ll see Liberty in an SWF ring ever again.

Winner: Rick Law (B+)

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With Devine down and out, Law turned his attentions to Liberty. The medics had the veteran bound to a backboard, his neck stabilised as they mounted him onto a stretcher. Law followed the procession up the ramp, stopping at the top to allow the medics to go through the curtain. As the stretcher carrying Liberty disappeared backstage, Law turned away in disgust, slamming his hand into the base of the Supremescreen. He glared down the aisle, but Chord and Devine were long gone.

Duane:

Rick Law is not having a good time of it lately...

Law turned back and walked to the curtain. Pulling it back-

Duane:

Oh!

Law staggered back, clawing at his eyes before crashing to a heap on the stage, writhing in pain, his face stained red.

Sara:

Red mist!

Law rocked back and forth on the ground as William Hayes emerged from backstage, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

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Hayes:

What you’re feeling now, Rick, is a burning sensation similar to the one I’ve felt for the last month. A burning sensation of injustice, as children try and take the place of men who’ve given their lives and got nothing in return.

He crouched down over Law, and grabbed him by the throat, holding him in place.

Hayes:

What kind of law are you enforcing, letting these young lions run around unchecked and unordered? When are you going to do the right thing, Law, and put these arrogant youngsters in their place? Because I can make every one of them burn. I can blind them all. I can make them regret their arrogance... Save them. Make them understand the natural order of this business. Teach them the right way, Law, or prepare to watch a lot of people suffer...

Hayes shoved Law back to the ground as he stood up, ignoring the jeers and catcalls of the crowd as he walked backstage.

Duane:

No empathy, no mercy, no warning. At least we know what’s driving William Hayes – but if he’s targeting each and every member of Generation Supreme, how can anyone hope to stop him getting at least some of them?

Duane:

Folks, we need to get some more help out here to tend to Rick Law. We’ll be back with the main event.

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Tom Gilmore and Sean McFly vs. Rich Money and Matt Gauge vs. Brandon James and Swoop McCarthy

The Iowa crowd were white-hot for this match, and the competitors responded by contesting a match every bit as heated – once Matt Gauge and Swoop McCarthy had exchanged handshakes under the watchful eyes of Chase, Keith and James – and the impassive gaze of Rich Money.

Sara:

Very much the junior members of their team, but do you think Money or the Inner Circle will settle for anything less than a hundred percent commitment from Swoop or Matt tonight?

Duane:

Not hardly – especially not with Gilmore and McFly on the opposite side of the ring. Say it quietly, but the two men have developed a great respect for each other since McFly’s return. We could be looking at a two-man power axis that could dominate the SWF for the next decade.

Gauge was quick to show that he had no problems with commitment. As Swoop conferred with his team-mate and manager, Matt quickly wrapped him up and launched him in an overhead back suplex. Before Gauge could capitalise, McFly hit him with a hard clothesline, before hiptossing McCarthy onto him on the floor.

That set the pace for a match contested at high speed from the start, but which moved up through the gears at rapid pace until the competitors were all-but flying through the air. Only Brandon James moved at less than lightning speed, playing the role of the oft-immovable object – except in his case he did move, abruptly and with great impact, against his onrushing opponents. Gilmore was the first to taste a Big Money Move, only for Gauge and McFly to make the save with a double dropkick to either side of James’ head as he made the cover. As the referee ushered McFly from the ring, Gauge tried to turn Gilmore over into a Proton Lock, only for Gauge to make the save with a Stunner From Down Under.

All six men showed great form, but with so many top-class competitors in the ring getting a victory proved to be difficult. At one point, Money caught Brandon James with a Bank Roll. Before he could capitalise Money was felled with an Anger Management by Gilmore. Gilmore in turn was caught by a Stunner from Down Under by Swoop, who then turned into a DeLorean Driver. Sean McFly seemed to have the match won, but Matthew Gauge snared him from behind and upended him with a Neutron Plex before being nearly broken in two by a Big Money Move. Before Big Money could make the cover, though, Sam Keith leapt up on the ring apron and taunted him, hurling vulgarities at him and implying crudely that Emma Chase was taking advantage of him. The raging super heavyweight charged at the veteran with a roar, but Keith was a step ahead and dropped off the apron, snapping the top rope as he went so that it snapped back into James’ throat, stopping him momentarily in his tracks.

Such was the pace and intensity of the match that it became increasingly clear over time that deciding a winner was going to be more than difficult, it would be nearly impossible, and so it proved as all six men spilled into the ring, brawling wildly and ignoring the bell as it rang.

Duane:

We’ve reached the time limit – not that anyone here seems to care!

Winners: No-one (A*)

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With all six men in the ring, fists were flying as Money tangled with McFly, Gilmore with Swoop and James with Gauge. Big Money grabbed Gauge and laid him out with chokebomb. Rising quickly, he went after Gilmore, only for McFly to stagger Money momentarily with a clubbing backhand blow and tackle James.

Sara:

This is pure chaos – and once again we’re left missing the presence of Rick Law!

Money returned to the fray by grabbing Swoop and pulling him off Gilmore. He shoved him aside, and McCarthy slammed into the back of McFly as James launched himself at the American Tiger with a Big Money Move, wiping out both men at once.

Duane:

And we’re down to three. The champion, the number one contender, and the man who believes he’s going to be World champion in two days’ time!

Gilmore was the first to move, launching a high kick at Big Money as Money went low, trying to tackle the big man. James hit the mat, clawing and punching at his two rivals as the crowd roared.

Duane:

Folks, we’re outta time! Join us for Uprising tomorrow, and we’ll see you live on pay-per-view this Wednesday night!

Overall: B+ (12.17 on WGN America)

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James Casey · August 12, 2012

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Supreme Wrestling Federation presents: Uprising

Wednesday, 10th<sup></sup> August 2011

In a thrilling opening match, Team Gauge picked up their fourth straight win when they overcame the California Fly Boys after Matt caught Donnie Jackson in a Proton Lock (A, 4 pts)

Fellow Proving Ground member Spencer Spade then put his Chaos title on the line in four corners action against Marc DuBois, Adam Matravers and Steven Parker. Spade retained when he put down DuBois with a Supreme Stunner (B-)

Before Spade could celebrate his win Eric Eisen charged out of the crowd and took him down with a shot to the back of his head with the Billion Dollar Belt. Eisen smirked as he made tracks, while Sam Keith tended to his charge.

In ten-Vixxen tag action Harper, Rodriguez, York, Ammis and Croft clashed with Easter, Cuthill, McFly, Snow and Allen. Ahead of the big four corners match on Thursday night, it was Cuthill who surprisingly picked up the win as she put Croft down with a Melody Maker for the pin ©

Six-man action followed as the Triumphant Wolfsons teamed with James Hernandez to warm up for Thursday against Devine, Chord and Glenn. The Wolfsons were in especially fine form, and it was Randy who got the win with a Leader of the Pack on Glenn (B)

The American Tiger Sean McFly next clashed with youngster Kirk Jameson. Jameson, dubbed the ‘Marksman’, was on target with a series of elbows but when he went up top for a flying elbow McFly moved quickly out of the way, and finished Jameson off with a DeLorean Driver (B)

William Hayes then teamed with Steve Flash to take on two members of Generation Supreme, Valiant and Gregory Black. The younger men came out on top when Valiant scored with a V-Split on Flash for the win (B)

With one eye on the night’s battle royal, Christian Faith lined up against Jared Johnson. Faith picked up the comfortable win after a Reach of Faith (B)

Wall of Muscle might also have one eye elsewhere – the tag title match on Thursday night. The team seemed oddly disjointed against the Flying Stones, and Emma Chase’s attempts to interfere on their behalf backfired as she was disqualified instead (B)

In the night’s battle royal, the final four Donnie Jackson, Greg Gauge, Darryl Devine and Aaron Andrews. Gauge was thrown out by Jackson, but Jackson was then trapped on the ropes by Devine. As the two men tussled Andrews got involved as well. All three seemed to tumble over the top rope as it buckled under them, but Andrews managed to hold himself and send the others out to score the win – and a match against Christian Faith on Thursday night! (C+)

After the bell Faith appeared at the top of the ramp. He said that Andrews had been lucky – but every great wrestler has their lucky moments, so it was nothing to be ashamed of. He asked that they have their match as friends – competitive ones, but that the match be fought fairly and cleanly. Andrews was quick to agree, saying that the Win wouldn’t be the Win unless it was fairly earned.

The night’s main event saw the arrogant and self-satisfied Eric Eisen cheat to win over Joey DeColt, rolling him up with a handful of tights to take the victory to the disgust of DeColt – and the Irvine Hall faithful (B)

Overall: B

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James Casey · August 13, 2012

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The three of us faced one another across the desk. It felt like a staring contest, or a high-stakes poker game... and I didn’t want to blink first. Blinking first would be expensive – and the World title that was metaphorically lying on the table between us was already going to make this negotiation cost a lot.

I wondered how to start. Bluster and thunder was tempting – throwing out the reminder of Brandon James’ Call of Destiny shot would remind everyone that the company had options... but we’d done that quite enough on live, international, TV in recent weeks.

The velvet glove, then.

“Thank you for coming in. I’m hopeful we won’t have to spend too long on this – can I assume that you’re happy with the way things have been going, recently?”

I smiled. Tom half-smiled. Jessie didn’t smile.

“Of course we’re happy, James – but you have to understand that we’ve had a lot of offers,” she said.

“’We’?” I asked.

“I’m not planning on walking out on my contract, but at the same time wherever Tom goes I’ll follow when I can.”

“We should look into tying your contracts together.”

“I’d be pleased if you did.”

“James, being the World champion is what I’ve aimed for all of my career, and I do feel an obligation to remain here, of course I do,” Tom said. “But at the same time I’m a much bigger name then the last time I re-upped. I need to earn more money.”

“That’s a given, Tom. We won’t be lowballing you, and if you feel like the offer is too low, well, we can talk.”

“And I’ll need assurances about the future – where my career is going.”

“That’s why we came to talk to you first, before any talk of money,” Jessie said. “It’s a short career, James, and if the plan is to give Tom a token title reign before dropping him down the ranks, then we need to know now. This could be the last big payday for him.”

For us

, she didn’t say. Jessie would never earn as much as her husband, at least partly because she didn’t bring a huge amount to his overall act. She was a good talker, and a great looking woman, but she was Gilmore’s wife – she’d flopped as Big Time’s manage because people only cared about her as Gilmore’s manager, and even then only a little. If I was honest, I’d rather she wasn’t on the roster, as finding something for her to do to justify her wage was a pain. Gilmore’s too good a performer on the mic to

need

a manager, and we’d tended to use her as a damsel in distress when we used her much at all. She earned a few thousand a month – a tiny fraction of what her husband would be offered, and which probably covered some (but not all) of their travel costs.

“So, where am I going?”

I outlined the detailed plans that had been prepared for the next six months, as well as some ideas to take him through to Supreme Challenge. He nodded.

“Okay, I can get behind a lot of that. If I’m going to be active and involved in storylines, then that’s what I’m looking for.”

I nodded.

“No neglect. So long as you keep bringing it, we’ll keep pushing you. You won’t always have the title, but I’m not going to let someone with your ability go to waste. Equally, though, there’ll be times that you won’t be right in the centre all of the time. Sean’s probably the best in the world – top two or three, certainly – and we haven’t moved him right into the middle of the storylines. Not yet, anyway.”

“I know you’ve had me helping him on the microphone. Emma and Jack, too.”

“Plenty of others, as well. He didn’t do much of it when he was here before, oddly, and fell out of practise up north, but my impression is that he’s coming along.”

“He is. He probably won’t ever be at the same level as a Christian or Jack, but he’ll be able to carry a top-line feud soon enough.”

I nodded. One of the feuds I wanted to run – for a month, at least – was between Gilmore and McFly. For the crowd to buy into that, both men would need to work the mic. If not, then even in an SWF where I’ve worked hard to have the fans appreciate the matches more, the PPV main event wouldn’t sell the show.

“So, you’re happy to work here, you’re enjoying your push, you like developing other workers, we all agree you deserve a raise and you’re satisfied with the direction that your career is heading in.”

I risked a smile.

“That seems to be all the key points. Now, is there anything else that I can help you with?”

They exchanged a look, reading each other’s expressions in the way that long-term couples do. Slowly, Tom pulled out a thick sheet of folded papers from inside his jacket.

“You can tell me if you think that the SWF will be able to match this offer from TCW,” he said, his voice barely raised above a whisper, as though he were embarrassed by what the papers contained.

I glanced through it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary – dental, chiropractor on site, nothing that the SWF didn’t provide as a matter of course. Then I got to the last page and stopped cold.

“...”

I stopped, swallowed, and tried again.

“Two

million

dollars a year.”

I looked at them incredulously.

“Tom, that’s...”

Impossible.

Impossible

.

“...a lot of money.”

“I know.”

My mind raced. A hundred-and-seventy thousand dollars a month. No-one came close to that in the SWF. No-one. It was five times what we were paying Christian Faith. More than twice what we were paying Sean McFly – and he’d had the Stones and Tommy chasing him at one point. Tommy clearly wasn’t willing to play nice. He’d already taken Remo off us, and though we’d fought like dogs over the contract, I knew full well that Remo had turned down a contract worth in excess of $1.5 million a year from us to head west. That TCW were prepared to top that for Gilmore was understandable. That $1.5 million was the absolute upper limit that Mr Eisen had been prepared to offer (“And your job’s on the line over this” he’d added as a casual afterthought that had left me rather glad when Remo walked) was pinwheeeling around my head. Gilmore was worth more than Remo – but would Mr Eisen see that?

“I... can’t make any guarantees. When do you talk to Jerry?”

“After lunch.”

“Make it a long one, okay? I want to let them know what’s coming down the line.”

Tom blanched, and Jessie squeezed his hand. “James...” she began. I held up a hand.

“I have to. If it were up to me, I’d give you the money. I see the figures, and we can afford it... but we can’t afford everyone looking for six figure monthly salaries. Neither can Total, which makes me wonder how they can offer you this. I guess that Tommy’s the owner, and he can always wave his own contract around to show that he’ll be on a third what he’s offering you to keep the dressing room in line. We don’t have that luxury.

“No, I need to prepare Richard and Jerry for this. Tom, Jessie, I don’t think we’ll be able to match it, but I hope I’m wrong.”

We chatted for a couple more minutes about what working out west might be like, and they took their leave. I phoned down to the concierge and asked that he make sure that the Gilmores’ lunch was on the house – with lots of wine, if at all possible.

Then I walked out of my office, turned left, and headed into Mr Eisen’s office.

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“Well?” he asked, his back to me. His arms were folded behind him as he peered out over Central Park.

“Two million a year.”

A slow, deep intake of air.

“Cornell really hates us, doesn’t he?”

“He doesn’t seem to like that we’ve been getting better ratings than him lately, that’s for sure. We’ve swapped places in the war – they’re pulling bigger numbers-“

“-and we’re getting the critical praise. Given that’s all he had to crow about for years, it must stick in his throat.”

“Can we go that high?”

“Two million? No. We have a wage structure, and that’s so far beyond it – even for Gilmore – that it can’t see it on a clear day. Give Brandon James a ring, and tell him the good news. Then get working with the props crew about how we’re going to retire Gilmore.”

I nodded, and left the office. I called the props guys first and we discussed how it might happen. Khoklov using a ladder and table for an ultra-chokeslam quickly gained momentum. I left them kicking ideas around and scrolled through my contacts list to try and find Brandon James’ number. My finger hovered over the button, but I set the phone aside. I needed a few moments to think it through – something I hadn’t done since seeing the mind-boggling figure on the TCW contract.

I settled back in my chair, put my feet up on the desktop, and sank into thought.

Two million dollars a year. We can’t pay that – the money’s not there. Our roster is so big, it’s like seeing piranhas strip a side of meat. So many mouths, they get it all and none to spare...

Hashasheen · August 13, 2012

No...

James Casey · August 14, 2012

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Welcome to the Jungle Preview

I’m not on this show. You know why – the World title is mine, and why risk any chance of that not happening?

But by allies are. Marat Khoklov will destroy Jack Bruce. Wall of Muscle will regain their titles from the Wolfsons, and destroy their team while they’re at it. Eric Eisen has a surprise for Spencer Spade...

But of course, all this is merely prologue. After one hour, either Tom Gilmore or Rich Money will hold the World title... for a few moments. Then I take it from them, and the Inner Circle will dominate – exactly the way things should be.

SWF Welcome to the Jungle

Tom Gilmore © vs. Rich Money – SWF World title – Iron Man

Chris Morrisette © vs. John Anderson vs. Brent Hill – SWF North American title

Sean McFly vs. Sam Keith

The Triumphant Wolfsons © vs. Wall of Muscle – SWF World Tag Team titles

Suzanne Brazzle vs. Cherry Bomb © – SWF Vixxens title

Joanne Rodriguez vs. Grace Harper vs. Tamara McFly vs. Lauren Easter - #1 contender to Vixxens title – no disqualification

Spencer Spade © vs. Eric Eisen – SWF Chaos title

John Greed vs. Jack Giedroyc

Aaron Andrews vs. Christian Faith

Jack Bruce vs. Marat Khoklov

smwilliams · August 14, 2012

Tom Gilmore © vs. Rich Money – SWF World title – Iron Man

Chris Morrisette © vs. John Anderson vs. Brent Hill – SWF North American title

Sean McFly vs. Sam Keith

The Triumphant Wolfsons © vs. Wall of Muscle – SWF World Tag Team titles

Suzanne Brazzle vs. Cherry Bomb © – SWF Vixxens title

Joanne Rodriguez vs. Grace Harper vs. Tamara McFly vs. Lauren Easter - #1 contender to Vixxens title – no disqualification

Spencer Spade © vs. Eric Eisen – SWF Chaos title

John Greed vs. Jack Giedroyc

Aaron Andrews vs. Christian Faith

Jack Bruce vs. Marat Khoklov

TakerNGN74 · August 14, 2012

Tom Gilmore © vs. Rich Money – SWF World title – Iron Man

If Tom is leaving then this is the perfect way for him to lose the title IMO

Chris Morrisette © vs. John Anderson vs. Brent Hill – SWF North American title

Sean McFly vs. Sam Keith

Should be an awesome match no matter who wins If Sean wins I wont be upset.

The Triumphant Wolfsons © vs. Wall of Muscle – SWF World Tag Team titles

Suzanne Brazzle vs. Cherry Bomb © – SWF Vixxens title

Joanne Rodriguez vs. Grace Harper vs. Tamara McFly vs. Lauren Easter - #1 contender to Vixxens title – no disqualification

Tough call but I will go with Tamara

Spencer Spade © vs. Eric Eisen – SWF Chaos title

John Greed vs. Jack Giedroyc

Aaron Andrews vs. Christian Faith

Jack Bruce vs. Marat Khoklov

Zergon · August 15, 2012

Tom Gilmore © vs. Rich Money – SWF World title – Iron Man

Tom might be leaving but with Brandon likely challenging the winner anyway I think that it´s better to have Gilmore beat Money than have Money be a champion for about two minutes. Besides Money had his time with the belt already so it´s time to give someone else a change to be on top (or chase the top belt).

Chris Morrisette © vs. John Anderson vs. Brent Hill – SWF North American title

Morrisette might have become little bit too sure about his win here but I don´t see Hill getting the title back and though I like Anderson I would like to see someone else holding the title next.

Sean McFly vs. Sam Keith

A coin flip. I go with McFly simply because he seems little more likely to be inserted in a title feud than what Keith would.

The Triumphant Wolfsons © vs. Wall of Muscle – SWF World Tag Team titles

Muscle aren´t getting their titles back.

Suzanne Brazzle vs. Cherry Bomb © – SWF Vixxens title

Bomb has clearly hold the upper hand so far in this way so it´s time for Brazzle to get something done.

Joanne Rodriguez vs. Grace Harper vs. Tamara McFly vs. Lauren Easter - #1 contender to Vixxens title – no disqualification

Harper seemed to be the one who had most beef with Brazzle so she picks the win here in order to set-up Brazzle vs. Harper.

Spencer Spade © vs. Eric Eisen – SWF Chaos title

Chaos title seems to change hands quite often and Eric could use this win since he haven´t been that strong lately.

John Greed vs. Jack Giedroyc

Coin flip, but I go with Jack since he´s doing more at the moment with Nemesis being on his corner.

Aaron Andrews vs. Christian Faith

Too much too soon for Aaron. The real question is will this trigger his heel turn?

Jack Bruce vs. Marat Khoklov

I just don´t see Marat being skilled enough to go over, plus he haven´t yet established himself as main eventer now that he has been long time away from the spotlight so loss here would liekly hurt Bruce a little bit.

Qwertykid · August 15, 2012

Tom Gilmore © vs. Rich Money – SWF World title – Iron Man

Though I'm really dissappointed that Gilmore ain't staying, I'm psyched that Brandon James will get what he really deserved after being an after though in the McFly v Gilmore v Money saga. Gilmore will keep the belt in this match but James will come out... And the Inner Circle will rule!

Chris Morrisette © vs. John Anderson vs. Brent Hill – SWF North American title

Seems early to take the belt off... and with Hill and Anderson clear being off beat, no way Morrisette doesn't hold on.

Sean McFly vs. Sam Keith

Again? Same result.

The Triumphant Wolfsons © vs. Wall of Muscle – SWF World Tag Team titles

Too early. Swoop gets fired?

Suzanne Brazzle vs. Cherry Bomb © – SWF Vixxens title

Duh. Brazzle is a hasbeen and Bomb is still fresh.

Joanne Rodriguez vs. Grace Harper vs. Tamara McFly vs. Lauren Easter - #1 contender to Vixxens title – no disqualification

The face complement to Bomb's heel.

Spencer Spade © vs. Eric Eisen – SWF Chaos title

Too early for reasonable change. Spade survives.

John Greed vs. Jack Giedroyc

Greed + Ash Campbell 4 tag team!

Aaron Andrews vs. Christian Faith

Double A is a nowhere near over to touch Faith.

Jack Bruce vs. Marat Khoklov

Khoklov brutalitzes Bruce and DQ is called.

James Casey · August 18, 2012

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One hour. Sixty minutes. Three-thousand, six hundred seconds.

Time enough to swim six miles

Time enough to run thirteen miles

Time enough to cycle thirty-five miles

Time enough to drive seventy miles – legally

Or, time enough to compete in the most gruelling test of endurance in all of professional sport...

The Iron Man match

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Tornado:

Sixty minutes in the ring with either of those men would leave you broken. Right now, they’re in a class of their own. I don’t say that lightly, but no-one else could survive an hour against either of them.

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Golden:

It’s going to be definitive. One match, to one fall, always leaves the chance of luck. Sixty minutes, though, will settle things. Whoever wins is the best.

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Johnson:

Been there, done it, hope you don’t mind if I don’t throw my hat in the ring again. It takes it out of you, and I don’t think it’s too surprising that anyone who wins an Iron Man match with the title on the line... well, they don’t tend to hold onto it for long.

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Hayes:

A true test of skill and endurance. An honourable form of combat, between two men who have earned the right to compete for the most valuable and coveted prize in wrestling.

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Black:

Rather them than me. It’s not just the punishment your opponent deals you, but it’s what you have to take to give back to your opponent in turn. And no matter how fit you are, your body will

not

react well to being pushed hard for an hour.

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Keith:

I’ve been in a few of these matches. I never enjoyed it. Pain you take from your opponents, well, that’s one thing. Pain from your own body turning against you, trying to get you to lie down and give up, that’s another thing all together.

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McFly:

The drive you need to keep going, to push past the pain barrier, is incredible. It drains you – mentally and physically. The high you get from winning is incredible, and it can keep you going while your body recovers over the days and weeks afterwards. Lose, though, and you know that you just put your body through torture... for nothing.

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Frehley:

Win, lose, get jumped by Brandon James... Who cares? I’ve been breaking bones and beating fools, and whoever comes out of tonight with the title has got to contend with me. Sixty minutes is a long time, but they’ll think back gladly on that when they get in the ring with the Dark Destroyer. I’ll be nice, though. I’ll beat them quick.

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Supreme Wrestling Federation presents: Welcome to the Jungle

Thursday, 11th<sup></sup> August 2011

Your announcers:

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Duane Fry – Sara Silver

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Eric:

Turn that crap off!

The music died away as Eric smirked. Beside him stood Marat Khoklov, a heavy burlap sack hanging from one hand.

Eric:

Now, Spencer Spade, I have a surprise for you so come on down.

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Spade emerged from the back, a cautious expression on his face. Sam Keith was close behind, regarding the Inner Circle warily as they approached the ring.

Spade:

What do you want, Eric?

Eric:

A lot, boy. I want Generation Supreme to know their place – which is

not

where they seem to think it is. I want Christy Turlington to have returned my calls back when I was nineteen. I want Brandon James to win the World title tonight, and Wall of Muscle to take back their Tag Team titles as well. Some of those things I

am

going to get, and Christy? It’s not too late.

Eric:

As for you, all I want is for you to come down here and lie down so that we can get this over with – or Marat will be unleashed.

Spade:

Marat’s got no place in this match.

Eric:

Oh, you think? Tell him, Sam.

Keith:

Tell him what?

Eric:

Oh dear. Do you mean in your long, long career you’ve never come across a Chaos Rules match before?

Keith:

You only invented the match a few days ago, Eric. We know nothing about it.

Eric smiled. Beside him, Marat’s shoulders twitched slightly as though deep down inside the giant a laugh was happening.

Eric:

Oh dear. If I was the type to get embarrassed, my face would be red... But a Chaos Rules match is simple – anything goes.

Anything

. In this case, this match is a tag team match for your title. Myself and Khoklov against you and... Sam?

Keith cocked his head to one side, and smirked.

Keith:

To wipe that smug grin off your face, Eric? Temping as all get out – but no. I’ve got McFly later, and taking you and the Russian on didn’t factor into my match preparations. Spencer can team with one of the Proving Ground. They’re here to get experience and learn and, hell, my own sons know what conniving bastards there are in this business. We’ll put KC Glenn in. He’s still idealistic. This should help him sharpen up.

Eric:

Always glad to teach the next generation how the real stars get things done, Sam. Now, bring that title here. Right now you’re just keeping it warm for me – for

us

. Let’s make it official.

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SWF Chaos title

Chaos Rules

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Spencer Spade © and KC Glenn vs. Eric Eisen and Marat Khoklov

Sara:

This is hardly fair for Spade – or Glenn!

Duane:

Fair nothing. This is a brilliant move on the part of Eric Eisen and the Inner Circle!

Spade and Glenn seemed to have no answer to the many – massive – questions that Marat Khoklov posed. They threw themselves at him together and apart, but bounced off him like rubber balls hitting the Empire State Building. Eric Eisen smirked on the apron, enjoying the sight of the Russian Monster slamming his fist into Glenn’s face, sending an arc of blood spraying from his nose. Spade managed to force Khoklov back with a dropkick from the second rope that caught him over the heart. Khoklov was staggered, and knocked away from Glenn, but as Spade ran the ropes Eisen swung the black sack at the back of his head, sending him stumbling into a Russian Lariat. Eisen then tagged in, covering Spade lazily as the referee counted to three.

Sara:

Just sickening. What does

that

prove?

Duane:

That Eric Eisen is smarter and more experienced than Spencer Spade, for a start... and would you look at that!

As Eisen received the Chaos title from the referee, Khoklov picked up the sack and pulled a second Chaos title belt from it.

Sara:

Ugh.

Two

of them now?

Duane:

You have to admit, they look good as a team.

Sara:

I don’t have to admit anything.

Winners: Eisen and Khoklov (B+)

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Backstage, and Grace Harper stared flatly into the camera.

Harper:

People are asking if I’m ‘that girl’ now, the one who gets jealous of her friends’ success, who stabs people in the back.

Harper:

No.

Harper:

What I

am

is someone who’s gone her whole life giving everything to this business, and I’m sick and tired of taking a step back for people who don’t deserve success as much as I do. That ends now – I win tonight, and whether it’s Brazzle or Bomb this Tuesday I take the Vixxens title. Count on it.

She walked off towards the ring.

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No Disqualification

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Joanne Rodriguez vs. Grace Harper vs. Tamara McFly vs. Lauren Easter

With no restrictions in place, this match started before all four women were in the ring. Joanne Rodriguez, the third entrant, was met by a dive off the top turnbuckle from Lauren Easter as she stood at ringside awaiting Grace Harper’s entry. McFly joined the action as Easter recovered from the dive, with the Canadian-trained woman nearly pulling Rodriguez’ leg apart at the knee with a spinning toe hold emphasised by locking the leg around the ring post. Rodriguez was only saved by Harper’s arrival, but before the bell had even rung she was in trouble.

Harper freed Rodriguez, but made no move to help her beyond that as she focused on McFly, hiptossing her against the crowd barrier before turning to meet Easter. The former Vixxens champion seemed to be favouring her ribs a little, but went after Harper with overt aggression. The two locked horns in the ring, with Easter winning out with an eye gouge, followed by a handful of Harper’s hair to drive her face-first into the mat.

The three women went after one another with little restraint. Rodriguez was joined at ringside by James Hernandez, who tended to his girlfriend and tried to keeper her from joining the fray. For McFly, Harper and Easter, however, the battle continued apace. Harper found herself the focus of a spell of teamwork from her opponents, and took her lumps without much in the way of chance to fight back. However, when she was knocked through the ropes to ringside she was able to hobble McFly by throwing a chair at her legs. When Easter charged at her, Harper nailed an instinctive spinebuster, spinning Easter around and driving her into the unforgiving steel of the chair.

Sara:

J-Ro down and out, and I think that Easter has met the same fate. The strong might survive this, as Cherry Bomb says, but anyone who doesn’t win here will probably regret the chances they’ve taken tonight.

Harper re-entered the ring in search of a breather, but was met by a hurting McFly who tried for a big roundhouse kick. Harper was able to duck the kick, and a legsweep took McFly down. Harper paused a few seconds to gather herself, before pouncing on McFly and dragging her off the mat to deliver a vertical suplex. McFly was quick off the mat, but seemed a little punch drunk after the punishment she’d taken. As Harper got to her feet McFly moved in, but left herself open to a big uppercut that snapped her teeth shut. Staggering backwards, she lost her footing and crashed hard against the turnbuckles. Needing no further invitation, Harper moved in and lifted her stunned opponent onto the top rope, before mounting the second rope and delivering a Grace Under Fire to put McFly down for the pin.

Duane:

Harper wins – just as she said she would! Harper goes on to face the Vixxens champion in the near future.

Sara:

The

very

near future, I suspect.

Winner: Grace Harper (B)

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Sam Keith stood in the centre of the ring.

Keith:

Look around me – no tricks, nothing up my sleeves...

He gestured at himself, clad in trunks, kneepads and boots.

Keith:

...no

sleeves

, in fact...

Keith:

Just me. See, I never met a shortcut that I didn’t like. I fight hard, and I can throw down with the best of the best. I’ve proved that, time and again. But the truth is, these days I have to fight smarter and meaner, because fighting harder just ain’t cutting it. Sean McFly knows that – hell, the amount of crap we’ve been through over the years he probably knows more of my tricks than anyone, and he still keeps coming back.

Keith:

I’ve always had talent, but more than that I’ve known better than pretty much anyone how to use that talent, and how to use my brains. That’s not something you get out of a book, or in a classroom, or by doing moonsaults and four-fifty splashes for a year on the indies.

Keith:

It’s what you get when you take aim at the best of the best, and won’t stop ‘til you find a way to beat them, and another way for when they figure out the first way, and another way for when they figure

that

out, and...

Keith:

You get the idea. Sean and I, we’ve put on some classics. We’ll probably have another one tonight. I might win, but even if I don’t you all know it won’t be for want of trying. I’ve still got a lot of tricks up here-

He tapped his temple.

Keith:

-that most folks have never seen. Maybe it’s time I concentrated on passing those tricks on more than using them, but I figure if I can still keep up with Sean McFly, I can keep up with damn near anyone. The Proving Ground is important to me, but I can teach them best if I’m still in the ring, and learning more myself.

He smirked.

Keith:

And Davis, Sean’ll admit it himself. He can’t teach you what I can. Class is in session, whenever you want.

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Sean McFly vs. Sam Keith

Sara:

Last month we saw a classic battle between these two, but the drama relating to Generation Supreme overshadowed that somewhat. This time there’s no-one at ringside... and these two have no-one to focus on but one another.

That focus produced another classic match in the long list of such encounters between these two men. Keith applied all his guile and considerable skill to hurting McFly, who at first was focused solely on holding his more-experienced foe at bay. However, McFly has never been a one-dimensional competitor, and went back to a well-founded practise of going airborne to keep Keith on the back foot. Keith countered by bringing McFly to the mat off a turnbuckle dive into a crossface, but before he could lock it in McFly pulled clear and rolled Keith up for a close two count.

Rattled, Keith tried to put the pressure on McFly with kicks and stamps, but McFly grabbed his leg and upended him. Keith fought from his back, preventing McFly from applying any submission holds, but McFly countered the counters with a double-foot stomp to his chest. As Keith recoiled in pain, McFly climbed the tunbuckles and sized his opponent up, waiting for Keith to rise before delivering a double axehandle from the top rope. Keith staggered backwards, but managed to sidestep as McFly charged him. He went for a back elbow as McFly rebounded off the ropes, but McFly ducked underneath and then slammed on the breaks. Spinning on one foot, McFly kicked out with the other and caught Keith in the gut, before hooking him into a DeLorean Driver to score the pin.

Sara:

McFly proves his point – his way can be just as successful as Sam Keith’s!

Duane:

Keith fought hard, and smart, but come the end it’s the American Tiger who emerges victorious!

Winner: Sean McFly (A)

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In Mr Tyler’s office, Matt and Greg Gauge sat opposite Mr Tyler himself as they watched the end of their father’s match.

Mr Tyler:

Hell of a match, boys... But something tells me that if I was to put either of you up against Sean McFly, you’d give us a hell of a match as well, right?

Matt:

Of course.

Greg:

Yeah.

Mr Tyler:

Yeah, I know you would. I brought you here to apologise, Matt. There wasn’t room on the card tonight to throw you a match for the Shooting Star title. You’ve been patient, and you looked good defending against Roger Cage the other week. Hell, your performance in the main event the other night was as good as I’ve seen from someone your age. You deserve a match, so I’ll make it up to you like this – name an opponent for the title next Tuesday, and I’ll make the match.

Greg:

Anyone?

Mr Tyler:

Anyone who’s put their name down to be in the division, yeah. Brandon James might have other things to think about come Tuesday.

Matt and Greg conversed briefly before turning back to Mr Tyler.

Matt:

Davis Wayne Newton.

Mr Tyler:

The Triple Threat, huh? Well, I can’t fault your ambition – Newton’s impressed a lot of people.

Matt:

Including us. If he’s that good, I want to know.

Mr Tyler:

Good. Respect. I like to see that in a youngster.

He smiled.

Mr Tyler:

The match is booked. Make it a good one, Matt – I don’t make a habit of handing out match contracts, but I had a feeling you’d choose well.

Matt:

And if I hadn’t?

Mr Tyler:

Then I’d still have learned something about you... and I’d be picking your

next

opponent for that belt.

Sara:

He has a way with words, doesn’t he?

Duane:

Mr Tyler... Well, I think it’s fair to say that he expects everyone to respect each other backstage. Not

like

each other, maybe not even treat each other

fairly

... But definitely respect.

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John Greed vs. Jack Giedroyc

Sara:

They may share initials, but that’s about all these two men have in common.

Duane:

That... and they want to beat the hell out of each other right now.

That much was obvious from before the referee could ring the bell as Giedroyc launched himself at Greed as the latter climbed through the ropes. The referee had just about enough time to call for the bell before the two men spilled through the ropes, kicking and clawing at each other as they bounced off the apron and landed hard on the arena floor.

Such a rough landing barely seemed to phase them, however, as both men were quickly to their feet – if a little unsteady on them – and punching and kicking once more. There was little finesse to their battle as the two men simply brawled up the ramp, trailed by a referee who was giving the two men a very slow ten count – one ignored by both men.

It seemed that the referee might have to throw the match out, but before his count could reach ten Giedroyc and Greed took the matter out of his hands as they spilled off the top of the ramp to a second hard landing, this time on the bare concrete of the arena floor. With neither man moving the referee, watched closely by an impassive Nemesis, called for medical attention.

Sara:

Well, I think this goes in the books as a draw.

Duane:

Mr Tyler won’t like that kind of finish on a pay-per-view – I hope it doesn’t happen in the main event!

Winner: No-one (B)

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James Hernandez and Joanne Rodriguez were backstage, with Hernandez manipulating his girlfriend’s knee as she winced and hissed in pain.

Hernandez:

Sorry.

Rodriguez:

It’s okay...

Hernandez:

I don’t think anything’s broken. A bad sprain, yes, but not broken. You should still get it checked by the doctor, though.

Rodriguez:

I will – but between KC, Spencer and now Greed and Giedroyc, they’re pretty busy.

Hernandez:

Yeah... The Inner Circle have a lot to answer for.

Mr Tyler:

Glad you think so.

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Hernandez:

Oh, hey Mr Tyler.

Mr Tyler:

Hey kids. How’s the knee, Joanne?

Rodriguez:

Sore, but I’ll be good to go by Tuesday.

Mr Tyler:

Yeah, well, I’ll wait on the doc’s opinion on that. No offence, Joanne, but I fought injured enough to know it’s a

really

stupid thing to do. Take your time, get fully healed, and chances are there’ll be title opportunities coming up. As for you, James... There’s a possible World title opportunity with your name on it.

Hernandez:

Mine?

Mr Tyler nodded, his expression blank.

Hernandez:

Against who?

Mr Tyler:

Brandon James. Apparently he didn’t think much of your involvement in his beatdown of Davis Newton the other night.

Hernandez and Rodriguez exchanged looks.

Hernandez:

Okay... I guess I’m in. A World title shot... I

can’t

turn that down. But you know what? Even if somehow he doesn’t win tonight, I’m ready to do this. Someone needs to stand up to bullies.

Mr Tyler:

I admire your guts, kid. You want Law at ringside for the match?

Hernandez smiled.

Hernandez:

I probably should, right? I won’t lie to you, Mr Tyler, Brandon James is a lot bigger and stronger than I’m used to facing... but I’m going to go it alone.

Rodriguez:

No, you’ll have me at ringside. I can take Emma Chase out of the equation, at least.

He smiled at her.

Hernandez:

Well, I was hoping you’d say that.

Mr Tyler:

Okay. Just... fight smart, kid. You Generation Supreme kids have brought this on yourself, and I just don’t know that you’re all ready for it...

Shaking his head, he walked on.

Duane:

I do know – James Hernandez isn’t ready for Brandon James. There’s not more than a handful of people

in the world

who can go toe-to-toe with him... and I can’t pretend that I’d count Hernandez among them.

Sara:

Then on Tuesday night he has a hell of a chance to show that he belongs.

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Chris Morrisette © vs. John Anderson vs. Brent Hill

Sara:

The Machines came down to the ring together. They look pretty united, but as Chris Morrisette comes down the ramp you wonder how much of that is just for show.

Duane:

When the bell rings, we’ll see for sure.

At first Hill and Anderson worked together, either taking it in turns to work over Morrisette or uniting for a series of double team moves. Morrisette offered token resistance, but after a few minutes he scrambled from the ring.

Duane:

Morrisette gambled on a lack of unity among the Machines. Is it going to bite him?

When Anderson tried to follow Morrisette out of the ring, however, Hill stopped him. The two men had a short discussion as Morrisette regained his bearings. Anderson then followed him outside, where Morrisette unloaded on him with a barrage of chops before sending him crashing into the ringside steps.

Sara:

Maybe not.

Morrisette returned to the ring, and met Hill in the middle of the mat. The two exchanged punches, before Hill tried to take control with a headbutt. Staggered, Morrisette fell against the ropes. Hill charged at him, but at the last second Anderson climbed up on the ring apron as Morrisette dropped down, and the Machines clashed heads. Anderson was sent flying to a hard landing against the ring barriers as Morrisette rolled Hill up for a two-count. The Machine escaped, but as he scrambled to his feet Morrisette sprang forward to nail him with a swinging neckbreaker. Jarred by the impact, this time it was Hill who rolled out of the ring to seek solace from Hannah. The former champion’s partner was struggling to his feet as Hill rolled out, and the two nearly collided. Anderson barked at Hill, who snapped back, and the two exchanged sharp words while Morrisette watched on. Eventually Anderson waved Hill off and climbed up on the apron, but Morrisette took advantage of his distraction and yanked him into the ring to deliver a rope-hung DDT. As Hill and Hannah watched on, Morrisette dragged Anderson off the mat and spun him up and over with a Lobster Trap to score the win.

Sara:

So Morrisette retains – and the Machines seem to be on opposite pages.

Duane:

Wait a second...

Winner: Chris Morrisette (B+)

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Hill re-entered the ring. He glared at Morrisette, who looked back impassively. Hill helped Anderson to his feet, and the two partners walked out of the ring and up the ramp together.

Duane:

Apparently the bond between the two remains a strong one... but maybe they won’t both go after the same title again.

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Before Chris Morrisette could leave the ring, Jay Chord walked out onto the stage.

Chord:

Good win. You beat some guys twice my age, which by my reckoning makes them about half as good as me. I guess you’re ready to face me.

Morrisette:

Ready

to face you? I’m the North American champion and you’re a punk with ideas above his station – and Liberty’s blood on his hands.

Jay smirked.

Chord:

Yeah, about that...

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Chord:

Looks good, doesn’t it? Oh, some members of Generation Supreme will talk about earning their way up the ranks between the ropes. To hell with that. I’m ready, and I’m taking out anyone in my way, anyway that I have to. My father taught me that – even if nothing else.

Morrisette:

I shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose. Fine,

boy

. You haven’t done anything that impressive, though. You beat Joey DeColt by cheating, and injured Liberty. That doesn’t earn you a title shot.

Chord:

Maybe not, but here’s the thing: Under Control is coming up. The fans will vote for your opponent, and all I have to do is get my name on the ballot. After that, even these morons who cheer for you will recognise my talent.

Morrisette:

Maybe they will. Maybe they’ll vote for you so I can teach you a lesson your father should have taught you a long time ago. Or maybe they’ll vote for someone who

truly

deserves the shot, and leave you kicking your heels backstage like a child on the naughty step. Either one will be fine by me.

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Christian Faith vs. Aaron Andrews

Duane:

Mentor against protégé, teacher against student, master against acolyte... It’s a story as old as time, and even if Aaron Andrews has overcome his jealousy and got his career back on track, you have to know this doesn’t sit well with Christian Faith.

Sara:

It all comes down to the Win, the target that members of Generation Supreme have put on Christian Faith. The first man to beat him could well jump right into the mix for a World title shot.

Christian Faith has never made beating him an easy task. After a respectful handshake to open the match, Faith nearly catapulted Andrews out of the ring with a monkey flip.

Sara:

An unusual move for Faith – but Andrews will be ready for ‘the usual’ – and the smile on Faith’s face suggests that he’s enjoying switching things up a little.

Indeed, Faith’s approach to the match was very different from his usual tactics. Although he couldn’t move as fast as Andrews, he focused on hit-and-move tactics, using his greater experience to evade Andrews’ attacks as much as possible. Although he took some lumps, he was more than holding his own before suddenly reverting to normal with a thunderous clothesline that he threw everything into.

Andrews reeled, but when Faith closed in the younger man swiftly snared him with a small package that came a hairs-breadth short of a three count.

Duane:

Andrews was ready for that clothesline – even after taking a beating from Faith, he was sharp enough to nearly pin the Supreme Legend.

Faith looked pleased when the two men stood up and faced each other. Andrews expression was less happy – clearly annoyed that his ambush hadn’t been enough to get the win. He attacked aggressively, forcing Faith back into the corner where he mounted the second rope to deliver three punches, but no more as Faith was able to shove him off. Andrews charged at the older man, but Faith sidestepped and Andrews ran chest-first into the turnbuckles. He stumbled backwards, and Faith grabbed his arm to Irish whip him into the far corner, following in with a Leap of Faith to put Andrews down for the pin.

Sara:

Faith wins – but that was a mighty close call.

Duane:

Faith knows that he’s not invincible, but he

is

the Gatekeeper to the main event.

Winner: Christian Faith (A)

To be continued once I finish writing up a sixty minute match

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The Triumphant Wolfsons emerged for their match with their title belts held aloft, playing to the crowd and stopping to kiss women and sign shirts, posters and signs as they walked down the aisle.

Sara:

The fans love the Wolfsons – and they know that this could be last time they see them together.

Duane:

After seven years you have to wonder what the tag division would look like without the Wolfsons. Could they possibly be as successful apart as together?

Sara:

Normally one member of a team is the breakout success – the Enforcer to their partner’s Bailey, if you like. The Wolfsons might buck that trend.

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The Triumphant Wolfsons © vs. Wall of Muscle

The Wolfsons received a huge ovation from the crowd as they walked down the ramp, saluting their fans as they held their title belts aloft. In the ring Swoop and Train stared stonily at their opponents, before Train cracked his knuckles.

Sara:

Wall of Muscle have one chance to regain their titles. The Wolfsons have – justifiably – taken some time to themselves since regaining the belts. For their sakes, I hope that doesn’t mean they’re at all rusty.

Swoop and Randy opened the contest, circling one another before Zimmy stopped and held up a finger, as though remembering something. He held out his hand to Swoop, who glanced at Emma Chase, and then with reluctance evident on his face gave Zimmy’s hand a quick shake.

Duane:

It’s becoming a tradition among the members of Generation Supreme to shake hands before a match, but I don’t think that the Inner Circle approve.

Swoop wasted no time in pulling Zimmy in close to belly-to-belly suplex him into the Wall of Muscle corner. Train grabbed Zimmy, allowing Swoop to deliver a hard dropkick to his chest. Train was rocked backwards by the impact, and allowed himself to drop to the arena floor, but as he went he held onto Zimmy’s head and dragged him over the top rope. He landed on Train’s shoulders, and with a shrug the big man pitched him into the ringpost. Zimmy cried out in pain, before dropping more than six feet to the ground.

Randy entered the ring and charged at Swoop, but the referee stopped him in his tracks. Outside the ring Train pulled Zimmy up by the neck before pitching him into the crowd barrier. Still holding him around the throat, Train lifted him up and threw him easily into the ring, where Swoop neatly dropped an elbow across the back of his head for a close two-count. Swoop looked annoyed that Zimmy wouldn’t stay down, and kicked him in the gut as he struggled to rise. That was too much for Randy, who once again entered the ring to try and protect his brother, but had to pull up short once again. As the referee backed him away, Emma Chase pushed her clipboard into the ring. Swoop McCarthy stared at it for a moment, then shook his head and kicked it back to Emma. The distraction allowed Zimmy to shove him across the ring and into Train as he climbed back on the apron. Zimmy used the time to dive into his corner and make a tag, while Wall of Muscle tried to disentangle themselves as Emma berated Swoop.

Randy was able to make up some of the lost ground on the Inner Circle duo, flipping Swoop across the ring and nearly scoring with a Leader of the Pack. McCarthy scrambled clear to tag Train in, but the big man’s mean expression seemed targeted nearly as much at Swoop as it did the Wolfsons. He charged at Randy, but the smaller man went low with a dropkick to Train’s knee that flipped Train upside down and inside out.

Duane:

That was flawless precision by Randy Wolfson. How often do you see Train do acrobatics?

Randy and Zimmy made fast tags to keep Train isolated, working at top speed to try and neutralise the big man’s strength. On one knee and pinned in the corner he caught Zimmy with a shovel-sized hand that sent him sprawling across the ring. But Randy was the legal man and nailed a beautiful dropkick to the side of Train’s head that dropped Train to the mat, clearly quite out of it. Swoop charged into the ring, blowing past the referee to try and take Randy down, but Zimmy latched onto his ankle and held on tight, not releasing his hold as Randy blasted Swoop with a clothesline. The Australian landed in his corner as the brothers went back to work on Train. Shaking his head, he realised that Emma Chase had once again passed him the clipboard. Swoop picked it up, weighing it in his hands...

...and quite failed to see Train being whipped at him by the combined effort of the Wolfsons. Train, Swoop and the clipboard collided. Train staggered backwards as Swoop collapsed in his team’s corner. Randy ducked low behind Train as Zimmy ran the ropes to blast him with a variant on the Wolfson Tandem Finale, sending Train toppling over Randy as Zimmy dived on top to score the pin.

Duane:

It’s over! The champions retain!

Sara:

The last month has been a big party for the Wolfsons – the next one can only be bigger!

Duane:

When Swoop McCarthy wakes up, I can’t help but feel that he’s in for a chewing out from the Inner Circle. Folks, we’ll be back to you after a word from out sponsors!

Winners: The Triumphant Wolfsons (B)

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In the Inner Circle locker room Eric Eisen stood by angrily as Train and McCarthy limped into the room, somehow managing to support each other in spite of both men seemingly still halfway out of it.

Eric:

Nice. Really, really nice. The two of you just cost this group a big win bonus through your incompetence. Fortunately winners like myself and Marat are here to pick up your slack. Now, Marat...

Khoklov unfolded himself from a recliner. He grabbed Swoop by the scruff of his neck and shoved him in the direction of a sofa onto which the young Australian collapsed. Train was held upright by Khoklov’s other hand spread across his chest. Khoklov released the hold, and cuffed Train gently – for him – across the back of his head, sending the veteran stumbling across the room and dropping him face-first into the recliner.

Eric:

...it’s time to go and hurt Jack Bruce.

Khoklov smiled as he followed Eric out of the room.

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Jack Bruce vs. Marat Khoklov

Bruce was wary of his opponent’s greater size at the opening bell. Within minutes it became clear that he had other worries on hand as well.

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Eric Eisen yanked the top rope down as Bruce tried to run off it. The rock star went tumbling over, although he caught himself well enough to land on his feet. Spotting Eisen as he fell, he popped up quickly to land a right hook on Eric’s jaw. Before he could go any further, though, Khoklov reached over the top rope and clamped one huge hand on Bruce’s head, lifting him up by his scalp as Bruce kicked and grimaced. With Bruce perched on the apron, Khoklov released him for a moment to try for a chokeslam, but as Khoklov lifted him again Bruce broke free. He grabbed Khoklov’s arm as he fell, pulling Khoklov to the mat and trying to wrap him up into a crossface. Khoklov was able to hook the ropes with his foot, but Bruce released quickly and jumped to his feet, kicking Khoklov in the head to keep him on the defensive.

Before Bruce could go any further, he was distracted by Eric climbing up on the apron. Bruce turned his attention to the Supremacist, and the two men traded barbed words with one another. Another distraction arrived on the scene in the form of...

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...Runaway Train, who marched down the aisle in a slightly weaving fashion, clearly still feeling the effects of his earlier match. His presence was scarcely less intimidating for it, and he joined Eric on the apron as Khoklov recovered to grab Bruce in a huge bear hug from behind. Khoklov lifted Bruce high up in the air, hurling him from side to side, twisting and wrenching at his core as he tried to force the submission. Bruce retaliated with kicks and punches, but even after just a few seconds it was clear that the violence of Khoklov’s assault was taking its toll as his movements grew less aggressive, and he concentrated on trying to break the hold rather than trying to hurt the Russian Monster.

Eric and Train entered the ring as Khoklov twisted from side to side. Eric hurled abuse at the Long Island Angel as Train roared his support for Khoklov.

Sara:

The referee can’t disqualify Khoklov – not until one of them lays a hand on Bruce... can he?

Duane:

That’s the letter of the law, but I think the referee would be within his rights.

Sara:

Here’s the man to ask if you want to discuss the law!

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Rick Law sprinted down the aisle, twin nightsticks in his hands. He slid under the bottom rope, and as he rose to his feet the nightsticks snapped out to their full length. Getting between the competitors and Train and Eisen, Law warded the duo off with the ends of the clubs. But as he moved his attention from one man to another, they split far enough apart that he could only see one at a time, and as he watched Eric Train lashed out with a clothesline that clubbed Law across the back of his head.

Duane:

This is getting out of hand!

Sara:

Law must still be hurting from that red mist the other night – what was he thinking, trying to take on the Inner Circle on his own?

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Davis Wayne Newton raced down the ramp, a chair in his hands. As he entered the ring Khoklov dropped Bruce and lunged at Newton, who retaliated by driving the chair into the Russian Monster’s gut. Newton ducked under Train’s arms as he tried to grab him, but as he span in place to try and hit Train with the chair it was snatched from his hands by Eric – only for he in turn to be tackled by Law. The match having fully spun out of control, the referee called for the bell as the six men continued to brawl, with Bruce jumping onto the giant’s back and trying to clamp on a sleeper as Khoklov tried to buck him off.

Duane:

Here comes security – wasting no time with Rick Law in danger, I see.

Chaos reigned in the ring as Law and the security guards tried to restore some semblance of order, but with Law assaulted by Train as Newton and Eisen tussled over the chair, it was clear that it was going to take some time before cooler heads might prevail.

Sara:

Let’s, ah, let’s go backstage until we can clear the ring.

Winner: No-one (B)

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Suzanne Brazzle was finishing off her stretching routine backstage when Grace Harper approached her.

Brazzle:

I heard you earlier. You’ve made your challenge for Tuesday. If I win, I accept – if not, then good luck. Until then...

She straightened up, and pushed her face into Harper’s.

Brazzle:

...I have enough on my plate without dealing with your petty jealousy, Grace. Get out of my way, or we add something new to my warm-up routine.

Brazzle pushed past Harper, shoulder-barging her out of her way.

Sara:

Tensions are high among the Vixxens. Cherry Bomb seems to have turned the heat up to full on the division – and knowing the champion, this is just what she wants!

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Brazzle showed no intimidation in tackling Bomb, who tasted a barrage of suplexes in the opening moments of the contest. Bomb rolled out of the ring to regoup, and smiled as she looked into the ring, where Brazzle was waiting in a ready stance, beckoning her back into the fight.

Duane:

Looks like Brazzle is bringing the fight to Bomb – and why not? This is her last chance to get the title back.

Brazzle decided not to wait for Bomb to return, and instead fired off a baseball slide that sent Bomb crashing back into the announcers’ table. Brazzle pursued Bomb to the outside, punching and kicking the champion and sending her stumbling around the ring. As Bomb rounded the ringsteps Brazzle jumped on top of them and launched herself onto Bomb’s back flattening her with a bulldog.

Duane:

That could win it right there! A bulldog on the arena floor – Bomb must be down and out!

Brazzle dragged Bomb back into the ring, the champion little more than dead weight. Dropping her in the centre of the ring, Brazzle made the cover...

...but Bomb kicked out on two-and-a-half.

Sara:

Oh! But if Brazzle can keep the pressure on...

The challenger tried. Bomb seemed disoriented, and unable to offer much offence, but whether by experience, luck, instinct or all three she absorbed Brazzle’s weaker strikes while evading or blocking her efforts to land a bigger move that might have ended the match outright. Gathering her wits, Bomb blocked an axe kick attempt and trapped Brazzle in an exploder suplex that sent Brazzle crashing, upside down, to the mat.

Duane:

That could be the turning point right there. Bomb has

such

power, she’s just unmatched among the Vixxens.

Bomb wasn’t able to capitalise immediately, but after several moments in which Brazzle was seeing stars and Bomb was finding her bearings, the flame-haired champion went on the attack again. She hammered Brazzle with a short clothesline, before climbing to the second rope for a rare aerial attack, dropping an elbow onto Brazzle.

The two women continued to trade blows and moves, with both scoring several near falls, and both showing a real will to win that had the fans on their feet, applauding and groaning. Brazzle scored with a Brazzle Dazzle, but let out a yell of frustration as Bomb landed under the ropes, where she had enough time to recover as Brazzle dragged her away and made the cover – Bomb kicked out at two.

Sara:

Was that it? Was that Brazzle’s chance?

As Bomb staggered upright, Brazzle fired off a back elbow that sent Bomb back into the corner. With a ferocious expression on her face Brazzle charged in, climbing the ropes and unleashing a series of punches to Bomb’s head and face. Swinging one leg up and around Bomb’s head, she sat on the top turnbuckle and grabbed Bomb under the chin.

Sara:

I think this is going to be a victory roll. Impact hasn’t worked so far, but Brazzle is a great technician, and she might be able to hold Bomb down...

Brazzle rolled forward, reaching for Bomb’s legs-

Duane:

No! Bomb’s stopped her! Bomb... is standing up! My God, the strength of Cherry Bomb is just unbelievable!

Brazzle looked shocked as Bomb stood upright, her face contorted with the effort of hoisting Brazzle up, before she managed to wrap her arms around Brazzle’s waist, folding her in two before dropping forwards to the mat.

Duane:

Tombstone piledriver! Sorry, Suzanne...

Brazzle collapsed to the mat as Bomb released her. The cover was slow in coming, but that was almost irrelevant – Brazzle was out cold, and the three count duly followed.

Duane:

What a match! As close as we’ve seen, I’d say, from the Vixxens – and what action!

Sara:

Brazzle came so close,

so

close. I think Bomb knows that she was in a fight... but she still has her title.

Duane:

And Grace Harper is waiting in the wings for Tuesday night...

Winner: Cherry Bomb (B+)

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Duane:

Sixty minutes on the clock, ladies and gentlemen. In one hour’s time we’ll have a definitive answer to the questions we’ve been asking for months now.

Sara:

That’s right: Who’s the best wrestler in the world? Who deserves to hold that World title? Maybe even: Who’s the greatest of all time?

Duane:

That one at least I’ve decided I’m willing to leave open – how can you compare a Corporal Doom even to a Christian Faith, two men whose careers overlapped to some extent. Trying to say that one wrestler is the greatest of all time, just because they’re dominant right at this moment is a hard call. Sam Strong was champion of the SWF for over eight years, all together. Mickey Starr was champion for over six years in one go. Money’s had two long reigns by today’s standards, but only made a total of eighteen months, so far. I don’t think you can compare him to those two greats, for a start.

Sara:

But Money was defending his title much more frequently then those two men. Money seemed to put that title on the line almost every week at times. Strong and Starr had lighter schedules. And while I don’t mean to put down those legends for what they achieved, did they have competition as strong Christian Faith, Sean McFly, Brandon James and Tom Gilmore?

Duane:

Well, no matter what we say it probably won’t stop Money making the claim. I wonder if Gilmore will pick up the mantle, as it were, if he wins tonight?

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SWF World Title

Iron Man Match

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On the Supremescreen a countdown appeared along the bottom of the screen reading 60:00. Along the top was a score counter. As the champion and challenger made their entrances, it read:

Gilmore 0 – 0 Money

Duane:

There’s the clock: 60 minutes to determine just who deserves to hold the SWF World title...

Understandably, the two men started slowly, clearly pacing themselves as they tied up in a tentative test of strength. Money got the better of it, forcing Gilmore down to one knee, only for Gilmore to adroitly sweep Money’s legs from under him. Money dropped to the mat, and Gilmore quickly stepped onto his shoulders, hands still clasped, and pinning Money to the mat.

Sara:

Could it be-

Duane:

No! Money kicks out!

Gilmore rolled forward off Money’s shoulders, but held onto his hands. Moving quickly, he rolled and stood back up, bringing Money with him before monkey-flipping him onto his back. Hands still clasped, Gilmore rolled with the move, tumbling backwards into a kneeling position to once again pin Money to the mat for two, with the challenger just forcing one shoulder off the mat at the last split-second. Money pulled one hand free and poked Gilmore in the eye, buying him a few seconds to leave the ring and regroup.

As Gilmore nursed his injury, Money slid back into the ring, the World title in his hands.

Sara:

Uh, there’s still fifty-eight minutes on the clock. That’s a bit presumptuous.

As Gilmore stood up, Money charged forwards, planting the heavy gold title right between Gilmore’s eyes and dropping him like a stone. The referee immediately called for the bell.

Gilmore 1 – 0 Money

Duane:

With so long left on the clock, Money must thing that he can regain that point – but it’s a bad time to lose your temper.

Sara:

Money has to wait thirty seconds for the match to restart. In the meantime, Jessie is tending to her husband. Gilmore looks out cold.

Duane:

Then this could be a brilliant piece of strategy on Money’s part. Yes he’s down by one, but to have Gilmore hurt – and apparently hurt badly – so early on in this match... Well, Money may have won this right here.

Sara:

Money knows that Gilmore’s stamina is unparalleled here in the SWF – this is the man who’s gone bell to bell not just once, but

twice

in Supreme Respect. An early strike for the challenger does actually make sense.

As the referee signalled for the match to resume, Money dragged Gilmore off the canvas and hit a Bank Roll on him before covering for the easy pin.

Gilmore 1 – 1 Money

Duane:

I have a feeling that will be the first of many pinfalls scored tonight.

After the thirty seconds, Money went straight back after Gilmore, but Jessie had grabbed her husband’s arm and was trying to pull him out of the ring. Money smirked and grabbed Gilmore’s foot. With a hard pull he tore Gilmore from his wife’s grasp and waved an admonishing finger at her. Turning back to Gilmore he aimed a kick at the champion’s head, but Gilmore moved at the last split-second and tripped Money, rolling with him to apply a grapevined ankle lock.

Duane:

We’ve seen this before – I don’t think Gilmore will expect a

submission

here, but he can weaken Money with this hold.

Money gritted his teeth and rolled for the ropes, taking the added punishment from the hold to try and break it quicker. Gilmore held it for a count of three before releasing, and immediately rolling out of the ring. As Money got to his feet, gingerly putting his weight on his wounded ankle, Gilmore walked slowly around the ring, rubbing his temples and nodding slightly as Jessie asked if he was okay.

Duane:

Gilmore’s head must still be ringing. I’d be surprised if we see much from him in the way of offence until and unless he can shake that off.

Gilmore returned to the ring slowly. Once again he tied up cautiously with Money, but the challenger was quick to act, spinning Gilmore over with an armdrag and delivering a dropkick to the back of his head as he tried to stand up. Money kept up the pressure, hitting Gilmore with a series of kicks to the head and chest as he tried to stand up, until eventually the champion was just trying to defend himself.

Sara:

The referee could stop this now – Gilmore’s still suffering the effects of that beltshot.

The referee checked on Gilmore several times, with Jessie looking more and more concerned. Each time Gilmore refused to let the referee call it, and twice he managed to block Money’s kicks and mount a burst of offence of his own. Money, however, quickly shut the rallies down. The second time he tackled Gilmore around the waist and drove him back into the turnbuckles. With Gilmore trapped in the corner, Money changed his tactics slightly to chop Gilmore repeatedly across the chest, driving the wind out of his lungs and leaving him hanging limply from the top rope. Money bared his teeth in a ferocious smile as he dragged Gilmore out of the corner, before turning him around and slamming him chest-first into the turnbuckles. Before Gilmore could do anything, Money snared him with a High Bridging German for a second pinfall.

Gilmore 1 – 2 Money

Before the thirty seconds could begin Money shoved Gilmore under the bottom rope, dropping him at Jessie’s feet.

Money:

You want him? Wake him up. Make him fight. There’s nothing for me to prove against someone who can’t defend himself!

Jessie grabbed a bottle of water from the announcers’ desk and dumped it over Gilmore’s head. He sputtered and shook his head, looking around in some confusion.

Duane:

This could easily be 3-1 in a matter of seconds. Money looks ready to go.

Sara:

But he’ll want to beat a

fighting

Gilmore. He could pin him every 30 seconds and take the title easily... but that’ll mean the beltshot settled matters, rather than just giving Money the edge. I wonder, now, if he regrets it.

Money dragged Gilmore back into the ring and set him up for a piledriver. Gilmore blocked, and nearly countered into a back bodydrop, but after a few moments’ tussling back and forth, Money settled for a gutwrench backbreaker on the World champion. He rolled Gilmore onto his shoulders for two, but the champion kicked out. Money lost his grip on Gilmore as he rolled clear, getting his feet under him and blasting Money with a clothesline as he came forward. Both men were down, and Jessie turned to the crowd, imploring their support for her husband as he got to one knee, standing shakily and aiming a punch at Money.

Champion and challenger traded blows in the centre of the ring, the crowd cheering and booing as the punches landed. Both men were soon on shaky legs, having dealt and taken some heavy shots, but Money had enough in his tank to block an attempt by Gilmore to flip him over with an armdrag, trying instead to manoeuvre the champion into a Money In The Bank. Gilmore countered in turn, locking his leg through Money’s to block the move. Money countered the counter, grabbing Gilmore’s shoulders and spinning him around, turning himself as well to drop Gilmore with a cutter. Getting quickly to his feet, Money climbed to the top rope and dived off with a Dollars From Heaven to score his third pinfall of the night.

Duane:

We don’t often see Money go to the top rope, but he has it in reserve if need be. And at 3-1, the challenger has put daylight between himself and the champion. Money can afford to slip up – Gilmore absolutely cannot afford any more mistakes tonight.

Gilmore 1 – 3 Money

Although down by three falls to one, Gilmore was the aggressor entering the next fall. He drove Money back into the corner, kicking and punching him, leaving Money curled up on the mat as the referee forced the champion back.

Sara:

Gilmore’s hurt – and it’s lit a fire under him. The champion knows he needs to make up ground quickly!

But Money seemed to have been feigning the extent of his pain, as he charged at Gilmore as soon as there was room to do so. The champion was ready for the attack, however, and met Money with a low dropkick to the knee that made the challenger faceplant on the mat. Before he could recover, Gilmore wrapped him up in an ankle lock again, once more grapevining the leg as he applied pressure to the joint. Money struggled briefly, but was far from the ropes and couldn’t get the leverage to turn Gilmore over. Seeing no escape, he instead opted to tap out.

Duane:

That was a tactical submission from Money. He remains in the lead, and he’s made his one mistake. He didn’t want to risk a serious injury hindering him any further.

Gilmore 2 – 3 Money

For the first time Money made full use of the thirty second break, making his way to a corner of the ring and holding the ropes while he checked on his ankle. He grimaced as he applied pressure to it, but seemed to feel that it would take his weight. At last – and after much more than the thirty seconds – he allowed the referee’s summons to bring him back into the middle of the ring.

Duane:

We saw a little gamesmanship from Money there. He made Gilmore wait for him, just in case Gilmore thought he was in control of the match now. Money still has the lead, and the Lone Wolf won’t want to give anything else to the champion.

The two men tied up once more, jostling for advantage, the larger Money forcing Gilmore to his knees. But Gilmore had apparently tired of playing fair, and sunk his teeth into Money’s arm, drawing a snarl of pain from the challenger. As Money recoiled, Gilmore whipped him up and over with a powerslam before covering for two. Money kicked out, and immediately tried for an ankle lock of his own. Gilmore kicked him off, but Money immediately rebounded off the ropes and caught Gilmore with a dropkick to the face. Gilmore rolled backwards, landing in one corner of the ring. As he rolled upright Money charged in and sandwiched him against the turnbuckles. Money backed off, waiting for Gilmore to stand up. When he did, Money closed in quickly and blasted Gilmore with his own Anger Management to score one more pin.

Gilmore 2 – 4 Money

Sara:

Money restores his two-fall lead. I have to say, if it stays like this Money has to be proclaimed the better wrestler – Gilmore’s looked good, but a two-fall advantage is decisive.

Duane:

With his own move, too. Money lands a psychological blow with that – and doesn’t he look pleased.

As Gilmore recovered, Money picked up the mic.

Money:

Twice now I’ve established a two point lead. You’re good – you might make up a point or two over the next half an hour... but face it, I’m not about to let you catch me. You must be feeling terrible, and it’s not going to get any better. I just pinned you with an Anger Management, Tom. I’ll drop a Sky High Elbow on you if I have to – but I think you’re smart enough to realise...

Money:

He tossed the mic across the ring to land at Gilmore’s feet, and gestured for him to pick it up.

Just give up, Tom.

He stopped as Gilmore flipped him off. The champion crossed the ring at speed, slamming into Money and driving him back against the ropes. The two men traded punches and blows before Gilmore landed a knee to Money’s midsection, doubling him over. The champion grabbed Money and hurled him through the ropes to the floor, with Money taking a hard landing by the announcers’ desk as the crowd roared. Gilmore climbed up the turnbuckles to the top rope, standing upright as he stared down at Money on the arena floor.

Duane:

Too much talk from Money – sloppy, sloppy... Oh my God! Move!

Gilmore leapt from the top rope, dropping more than a dozen feet onto Money and smashing him backwards through the announcers’ table, which shattered into firewood beneath them. Both Money and Gilmore hit the ground hard, with Money crushed under Gilmore, and the champion going face-first into the wreckage as well.

Sara:

Dear God... This could be over right now. I don’t know what Gilmore was thinking – how could he possibly imagine that would turn out well?

Gilmore tried to push himself up onto all fours, revealing a stream of blood spilling from his nose and over his mouth and chin. He wobbled on his elbows for a moment, but then slumped to the ground and barely seemed to hear Jessie‘s questions as she checked on him. Money stared glassy-eyed up at the arena lights, seemingly neither hearing nor seeing anything.

Sara:

The referee could stop this now – neither man seems fit to continue.

Indeed, the referee stood over the two men, checking both for any sign of response. He walked over to the ring announcer and had a brief conversation before returning to check on the two men again.

Announcer:

Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has asked me to inform you that if neither competitor is able to answer a ten count then this match will be brought to a halt.

With the score in Money’s favour, all he has to do is lie there!

1

.

2

.

3

.

4

.

The referee’s count seemed drawn out, as though intended to give both men as chance to recover.

5

.

6

.

But neither man showed any sign of moving, even as the count grew steadily higher.

7

.

8

.

Sara:

This could be it.

9

.

Mr Tyler:

Stop the count!

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Mr Tyler appeared at the top of the ramp, mic in hand.

Mr Tyler:

Referee, don’t go any further. I want a decisive finish here – so does everyone in this arena, and everyone watching at home. Fry, you give the referee a hand getting those two back into the ring. Jessie, you want to help your husband, there’ll be no comeback on it – this time, anyway.

Jessie, Duane Fry and the referee managed, between them, to drag Gilmore and Money back to the ring and under the bottom rope. The two men lay unmoving on the mat for several long moments, until:

Sara:

Gilmore is moving! He’s clawing his way over to Money, and he’s got his arm over Money’s chest.

Gilmore collapsed, spent, a stream of blood tracing his route across the mat as the referee dropped to deliver the count.

Sara:

One! Two! Three! Gilmore gets one back!

Gilmore 3 – 4 Money

Gilmore rolled clear of Money and into a corner. He propped himself up on the bottom turnbuckle and lay there, chest rising and falling rapidly as the thirty seconds passed without further movement from either man.

Sara:

Fewer than twenty minutes to go now, and really it’s still open. Wait, Gilmore’s up...

On shaky legs, the left one of which seemed to be working rather better than the right one, Gilmore walked back to Money and dropped down on top of him. The referee dropped down to make the count once more.

Duane:

One... Two... Three? Money’s still out – and now it’s level!

Gilmore 4 – 4 Money

Sara:

You could definitely make a call for the referee to stop this here and now. Money hasn’t moved in several minutes. This isn’t a case of getting your breath back. It’s not a case of clearing his head. I think Rich Money is genuinely unconscious.

Duane:

Do you think Mr Tyler cares? He loves this kind of thing!

Gilmore seemed to be becoming concerned about Money as well, checking on the challenger’s eyes and clearly not liking what he saw. He called the referee over and the two men had a heated discussion, in which it was clear that the referee agreed with Gilmore – but wasn’t about to call the match for Money’s sake.

But with Gilmore’s attention elsewhere, Money struck as quick as a flash, grabbing Gilmore’s legs and rolling him up for a close two count. Gilmore kicked out, but Money was quickly on his case, harrying and harassing Gilmore and not letting him settle into any kind of rhythm.

Duane:

With his lead evaporated, Money has to be desperate to get back in front. He was clearly hurt badly by that dive through our table, and having given up two falls while he was out of it probably hurts even more!

Money’s flurry of offence belied his clear pain – but not for long. As Gilmore retreated, Money wearied quickly, and a wild right hook was ducked by the champion. As Money overbalanced, Gilmore grabbed his head and delivered a neckbreaker. Downed once more, Money struggled to pull himself upright, but Gilmore hit him with a kneedrop before adding a legdrop for good measure. As slowly as Gilmore moved, Money wasn’t able to move before he reached the top turnbuckle and dived off with a Sky High Elbow to score his third consecutive pin.

Gilmore 5 – 4 Money

Duane:

Gilmore leads! The champion’s crazy risk has paid off – even if it must have hurt him nearly as much as it did Money.

Sara:

You can see how much Gilmore is hurting – that Sky High Elbow seems to have aggravated his own injuries from the table dive.

Money was the first to his feet, albeit slowly and unsteadily. Gilmore was still clutching his ribs. Money snarled as realisation seemed to dawn on him that he’d lost three straight falls – and was now trailing to the champion. His frustration manifested itself in a roundhouse kick to Gilmore’s ribs – and a bellow of rage matched by Gilmore’s cry of pain as the kick cracked into his side. He toppled to one side, and Money limped over to him before applying a body scissors, squeezing on Gilmore’s ribs until the champion had no choice but to submit.

Gilmore 5 – 5 Money

Sara:

All square once more, could Money get this done yet?

Releasing the hold, Money looked confident as Gilmore retreated to his corner where Jessie patted him on the arm. Gilmore got to his feet, pulling himself up on the ring ropes as Money charged in. Gilmore dived out of the way as Money aimed another kick at him, and instead Gilmore grabbed Money’s left leg and rolled into an ankle lock once more. Money kicked at the champion, trying to break the hold, but once again he was trapped in the centre of the ring. His hand hovered over the mat, but tightened into a fist and he pounded the mat rather than tapping out.

Duane:

Money knows that he has to break this – with barely ten minutes on the clock any submission could give Gilmore an unassailable lead.

Sara:

But if he can’t escape, he could risk serious injury.

Duane:

At this point it’s all or nothing!

Money levered himself up off the mat, pulling himself across the ring by his fingertips as he reached for the ropes. Gilmore clung on tightly, but the sheer strength of Money meant that he couldn’t maintain the grapevine on the leg, and he found himself being pulled to his feet as he tried to keep hold of the ankle. Money kept kicking with his free leg, trying to force Gilmore to release him even as he clawed for the ropes. Eventually Gilmore lost his grip and Money rolled free, but as he tried to stand it was plain that the damage had been done, his ankle barely able to take his weight.

Forced onto the defensive, Money tried to take the fight to the mat as he went after Gilmore’s legs. Gilmore held his base, however, and forced Money to the mat, twisting Money’s arm behind his back in a hammerlock as he did so.

Sara:

Gilmore’s in the driver’s seat now-

Gilmore spun around the grounded Money, almost floating from his head to his feet as he pivoted on Money’s trapped arm to put himself in place to clamp on the ankle lock once more. Money rolled free as soon as Gilmore released his arm, however, and kicked Gilmore hard in the chest, driving him back. Gilmore clutched at his ribs, and Money sought to press his advantage by getting quickly to his feet. As he did so, though, his ankle gave way under him and he stumbled unevenly forward. Seizing the opportunity, Gilmore grabbed him and drove him into the mat with an Anger Management. Gilmore slumped across Money as the referee dropped to the mat to count yet another pinfall.

Gilmore 6 – 5 Money

Sara:

Gilmore leads – and there’s less than five minutes on the clock!

Money bailed out of the ring as the thirty seconds ran down. Gilmore almost followed as the match resumed, but hesitated, looking first at the Supremescreen with the prominent time and score display, and then at Jessie, who waved for him to stay where he was. Gilmore retreated to the centre of the ring, nursing his wounded ribs and massaging his injured leg.

Sara:

It’s the smart play by the champion...

Duane:

...unless it gives Money the chance to recuperate, that is. What happens if we finish on a draw?

Sara:

Gilmore retains. Money has to score twice – and Gilmore won’t want to throw it away at this point. He’s performed incredibly, especially to make up that two-point deficit.

The referee was counting Money out, and the challenger slowly re-entered the ring. He stood opposite Gilmore, almost all of his weight on his right leg. The two men stared at one another, each favouring their respective injuries, holding one another’s gaze for several seconds.

Slowly they began to advance. Money limped heavily, Gilmore less noticeably, but at the same time clutching his ribs, and with the lower half of his face stained red with his own blood. Money winced with every step he took, but his arms came up to engage Gilmore, who had clear trouble raising his left arm to meet his challenger.

Money lashed out, an arcing kick meeting Gilmore’s ribs as the champion twisted to avoid it, catching Money’s left leg between his arm and his side as he turned. The two men stumbled, tumbling to the mat entangled with one another, Gilmore clasping at Money’s leg.

Duane:

If Money can press the advantage-

Sara:

No! Gilmore’s got his ankle!

Money thrashed frantically, clawing at the mat as Gilmore maintained an iron grip on his tortured ankle, slowly, methodically, turning himself over, wrapping his legs around Money’s leg, grapevining it as he cinched in the ankle lock one more time.

Sara:

Money’s trapped! He can’t make the ropes, he can’t force the break! Gilmore’s got him in the centre of the ring, and there’s nowhere to go!

Gilmore’s expression was set, determined, unrelenting as he countered Money’s movements seemingly on pure instinct, applying more and more pressure to Money’s ankle, contorting and wrenching, until-

Duane:

Money taps! Money taps!

Gilmore 7 – 5 Money

Sara:

Barely more than a minute on the clock, and Gilmore goes up by two!

Gilmore released the hold, and Money rolled clear. He tried to push himself upright, but fell backwards against the turnbuckles, his left leg buckling immediately under him. Gilmore was slower to rise, but his legs held his weight even if he was visibly favouring one. Gilmore shook his head as he looked at Money, telling the challenger to accept the result. Instead, Money lunged forwards, trying to tackle Gilmore, but-

Sara:

Bank Roll! Bank Roll! Gilmore just planted Money with his own move!

Duane:

There’s his revenge for Money doing the same to him earlier.

Money lay on the mat, staring up at the lights. Gilmore sat on his haunches, clearly spent, unable even to make the cover as the clock ticked down to zero.

Duane:

That’s it! Gilmore wins! Gilmore goes the hour – and gets the decisive win to prove that he is Rich Money’s superior!

Sara:

The marathon man wins again. One hour of torture, but now he can celebr-

Winner: Tom Gilmore (A)

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Sara:

Oh, yeah, I forgot...

Duane:

Gilmore won the battle, hell, he’s won the

war

, but he must always have known that this was coming.

Brandon James, Emma Chase and Marat Khoklov walked down the aisle. Emma was smirking like the cat that got the cream. Khoklov’s expression was typically neutral. Brandon James...

...was wild-eyed, beaming widely as he entered the ring and handed the Call of Destiny briefcase to the referee. On the far side of the ring Gilmore climbed wearily to his feet as Rich Money crawled out of the ring and dropped to the floor by the wreckage of the announcers’ table.

Chase took out a mic.

Chase:

That was an

exceptional

match, Tom. Truly, you are a worthy champion. You would do this company proud if you remained in place as its figurehead, and I’m sure that your reign would result in great match after great match.

Chase:

That’s why – as a wrestling fan myself – I’m almost sorry about this. Almost. But as Brandon James’ business adviser, I know what’s best for him, and what’s best for the Inner Circle. Now, you’ve had a chance to get your breath back, but you understand of course that we have no interest in giving you a fair chance. Referee-

Money:

Wait.

Chase:

What?

Everyone turned to look at Money, who’d found a microphone in the remains of the announcers’ table and who’d propped himself up against the crowd barrier.

Money:

Khoklov, do it.

Khoklov’s huge fist connected with the back of James’ skull with a dull thud. James’ face went slack and he teetered for a moment before toppling face-first to the mat.

Duane:

What?!?

Khoklov plucked the microphone from Emma’s unresisting hand as she stared, open-mouthed, at the unmoving Big Money.

Khoklov:

Sorry, but one million dollars is one million dollars. I am, after all, mercenary – not just for you, but anyone who can meet my asking price. To make it up to you, I will cut you in. And you still have the briefcase, after all. Any time you’re not outbid, I’ll help you.

Picking Big Money up easily, Khoklov dropped him on one shoulder, climbed over the top rope, and left the ring, a stunned-into-silence Emma Chase following in his wake. Gilmore, apparently still unsure of what exactly was going on, turned to Money. The defeated challenger stared back at him.

Money:

Don’t get me wrong – I still don’t like you...

He looked around the arena, at the fans on their feet roaring their approval. He turned back to Gilmore.

Money:

...I just had that in reserve for when I won. Turns out it was worth it to see him go down like that. And...

He grimaced.

Money:

...maybe you’ve proved you deserve a chance to try and better what I achieved.

Dropping the mic he pushed himself slowly, achingly upright before limping slowly backstage. Gilmore watched him walk away for a moment, before turning to Jessie as she climbed through the ropes. He scooped her up in his arms and kissed her. As the fans cheered, he set her back down on her feet, the couple sharing a smile, their joined hands resting on the faceplate of the World title hanging on his shoulder.

Duane:

The World champion – now, and it looks likely to be for some time to come after that performance. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight. We’ll see you next Tuesday!

Overall: A

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Rayelek · August 20, 2012

But Gilmore didn't resign! I thought Brandon was gonna win the belt! What happens NOW?!

Phantom Stranger · August 20, 2012

But Gilmore didn't resign! I thought Brandon was gonna win the belt! What happens NOW?!

Actually...

Gilmore hadn't re-signed, and Eisen had given the go-ahead for Brandon to take over.

But at no point was it confirmed that he was leaving.

(Which is not to say he isn't. But it wasn't confirmed.)

unicron · August 21, 2012

Fantastic show - loved every segment. It's great to see the TEW grades matching up with the fantastic stories you're telling.

James Casey · August 21, 2012

But Gilmore didn't resign! I thought Brandon was gonna win the belt! What happens NOW?!

Actually...

Gilmore hadn't re-signed, and Eisen had given the go-ahead for Brandon to take over.

But at no point was it confirmed that he was leaving.

Well spotted, PS. Twisting my audience's tails can be fun - although I have to balance the scales when I, uh, have a talk with Richard about going way, way over budget...

Fantastic show - loved every segment. It's great to see the TEW grades matching up with the fantastic stories you're telling.

Thanks, unicron. Some of the grades are surprising me - but it's nice to have a main event who can reliably turn out A-grade matches at last.

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The post-show party was in full swing. Money and Gilmore were at the centre of events, and Khoklov and Brandon James were getting their fair share of plaudits as well. I sat off to one side, my mind chewing over the next few months.

For a start, the next time Brandon James tried to cash in his Call of Destiny contract would have to be the last time – he and Gilmore needed to fight, and

soon

.

Secondly...

I glanced around and then pulled out my folder of booking notes. Pinned to the inside of the front cover was a list of eleven names – printed in a very, very small font just in case someone saw me working on it at a distance – whose contracts were coming up over the next six months or so. I looked at the names, and then across at Gilmore – and Money, who was due in for negotiations in a couple of weeks as well.

That was the cost: To keep those two, eleven workers would not have their contracts renewed. In the heat of the moment, while the Gilmores were lingering over dessert and I was having a three-way argument with Mr Eisen and Jerry, it had seemed like a fair deal. Now...

“Money won’t be looking for any less than Gilmore. These will just be the start.”

Mr Eisen’s words rung in my ears. He was probably right. The contracts of the eleven actually added up to more than the difference between Gilmore’s old and new contracts – but with Rich due to take a big pay hike as well, we’d need more still. And we couldn’t afford to let Money go, either. World title or not he was the SWF MVP, producing the most talked-about segments in the company’s recent history and becoming the only wrestler

in the entire world

to average above 4 stars in the dirtsheets for his matches this year.

No, Rich might be closer to forty than thirty but he was going nowhere unless he asked for impossible money. Even with Generation Supreme set to receive a boost as a result of the loss of a number of established veterans, we still didn’t have infinite money to throw at workers.

I took out a pen and crossed through the first name on the list –

Liberty

. Brought in on a short-term deal solely to put young talent over, he’d shown enough fire to warrant being kept around for a little bit longer. I’d mused on the idea of putting him in a tag team with Ricky Dale Johnson, and pushing them in a similar role in the tag division as Christian Faith in the singles division. Now it wouldn’t happen – Liberty was gone, and he was just the first of many.

A shadow fell across my folder. I snapped it shut and looked up, smiling at the

other

reason for the belt-tightening.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“I did. I’m looking forward to getting involved.”

“You’re still happy with our plans for you?”

He nodded, and inwardly I sighed with relief. Our new signing came with so many positive recommendations from our roster that I’d hardly had any say in his signing, even though he had an almighty reputation for being trouble backstage. Craig Prince had forwarded the roster’s praise to Mr Eisen and the decision had pretty much been out of my hands. If I was him, I’d have wondered if recommendations from Golden, Tornado, Brandon James and especially Nemesis were worth all that Craig Prince had made them out to be. Notably, Eric Tyler had kept his peace, which spoke volumes to me. Still, it was out of my hands, and together with Gilmore and Money, the cost of our new arrival had been the genesis for a new edict handed down from Mr Eisen. New signings now had to:

- Be cheap, preferably straight from training, or;

- Really hurt TCW or NOTBPW

It wasn’t much of a restriction. Trimming our roster wasn’t a bad idea, as such, and keeping the purse strings tight made sense... But.

Working under restrictions chafed. I found myself with a better understanding of how Peter Michaels and Sam Keith and all my other predecessors had fallen foul of Richard Eisen. Our boss was responsible for more than just putting on a great wrestling show – he had to balance the books and make sure that hundreds of people I’d never meet could feed their families each month.

I supposed that losing ten workers wouldn’t hurt us much – if it was just a matter of numbers then we had plenty of people in development. But the SWF is the biggest company in the business, and it’s not pleasant to remember that even

that

doesn’t guarantee unlimited funds...

Hashasheen · August 21, 2012

... Joey Minnesota?

August 22, 2012

Please let it be Eddie Peak. He's both the monster we need, and the monster we deserve.

unicron · August 22, 2012

... Joey Minnesota?

That looks like a good shout to me. Assuming we're not being swerved again, Gilmore-style, with the backstage attitude comment...

Phantom Stranger · August 22, 2012

That looks like a good shout to me. Assuming we're not being swerved again, Gilmore-style, with the backstage attitude comment...

If anything, this one is adding enough detail that four or five names could qualify, as opposed to carefully not actually saying it...

James Casey · August 22, 2012

Please let it be Eddie Peak. He's both the monster we need, and the monster we deserve.

I'll say this: It's not Peak,

If memory serves he picked up a major injury early in my game, and although he's back I believe the contract negotiations took place while he was out. I just about managed to restrain myself, as I would love to have him around, especially with Nemesis on board as well

Maybe next time.

August 22, 2012

That's a shame. Peak's one of my favorite characters I rarely get to use since I don't usually run bigger promotions. I guess you do already have an intelligent monster in Brandon James, though, even if I'm not his biggest fan.

Hashasheen · August 22, 2012

That's a shame. Peak's one of my favorite characters I rarely get to use since I don't usually run bigger promotions. I guess you do already have an intelligent monster in Brandon James, though, even if I'm not his biggest fan.

James is the intelligent monster, Peak is the cerberal/psychotic one, IMO. The Triple H to his Kane/Cactus Jack?

James Casey · August 22, 2012

I think Cactus is a definite character base for Eddie - should I ever get the chance to write him. Monkeypox' interpretation would be hard to top, too, but WCW-era Cactus would be definitely in the mix:

"Happy birthday to you, bang bang! Happy birthday to you, bang bang! Happy birthday, dear Stinger..."

Qwertykid · August 22, 2012

I wanted James to win so bad... Then again, I do prefer heel characters over faces.

From the hints you dropped over the "new guy" I'm pretty sure of this:

DAVE Connections

TCW/NOTBPW Hurting

Jerk-ish Backstage

Joey Minnesota is the obvious choice and my pick but the dark horse here is really Sammy Bach. Mostly because his character would be such a new dimension to you story. (Reasonable feuds against John Greed, Edd Stone, Jack Bruce, Troy Tornado, pretty much everybody...)

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