The Journey of Spencer Spade

December 20, 2012

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“Greatness is not something you receive. It isn’t a gift. Greatness comes from hard work. It comes from blood, and sweat, and more blood. Greatness comes from choosing to get back up after you’ve been knocked on your ass. You earn greatness. You two?” Phil pointed at Lenny and me. “You haven’t come close to earning greatness.”

Lenny and I stood in the center of a gaggle of our peers. We came to the gym under the pretense that that this would be a lesson to us all, but it wound up simply being everyone else—Primus, Patriot, Scythe, Bear, even Avalanche, among others—looking on as Lenny and I received a verbal beat down at the hands of Phil. We had all gotten our fair share of them from him when we were down in SWU, but once we were lucky enough to get moved up to RIPW, they stopped for the most part. Now, though, Phil was spending the better part of fifteen minutes to rip me and Lenny several new assholes. Nothing was sacred. Our bumping was subpar, our signatures lacked impact, we ran the ropes like fresh rookies, and we couldn’t piece together a basic match even if was written step by step on our wrist tape, among many others. We knew it was winding down, though, because Phil always finished his speeches with a greatness-tear-down.

“Someday, though, you might achieve greatness,” he continued. “And that’s why we’re here. Today, you two take your first steps toward greatness.”

My heart skipped beat. Lenny was still wearing his sunglasses, but I knew that somehow his eyes were wide as the Grand Canyon. We knew what was coming. We had dreamed of this moment ever since we stepped off of that plane in Honolulu.

“Spencer, Lenny,” Phil said, nodding to each of us in turn. “Today you are officially members of the Supreme Wrestling Federation. Let’s give them a hand, everyone!”

I felt around tend pairs of hands clap me on the back as the voices they belonged to whooped and hollered. This was really happening. My dream was coming true. I looked at Lenny just as Avalanche slapped him across the back, whipping him forward and knocking the glasses right off of his face. He wore a blank stare and his jaw was slack. The men around his applauded, and he didn’t even seem to notice. He was in shock. I suppose I was, as well, but I like to think that I didn’t show it so much as he did.

Phil laughed. “Lenny, you got anything to say?”

Lenny didn’t reply. He ran his hand over his bald head and let it rest on the back.

“Lenny?” Phil asked.

“I guess…” Lenny finally said. “I guess I just want to say thank you. To everyone, really. This is my dream, you know? It’s all of our’s. And I made it. I—“

“What he’s trying to say is that he always knew he would make it,” I interrupted. “I did, at least.”

Lenny looked at me and smiled. “Thanks, man. I really app—“

“Just like I knew I would always make it,” I continued. “A lot of you guys in this room, this is your dream. But this? This is my destiny. I never doubted that I would make it.” I turned toward my peers. “Maybe if a few more of you had the same mentality as I did, you would graduate to the big leagues as well. I only hope that I leave you all with that lesson.”

“You ain’t cutting a promo here,” Phil growled.

I turned back around and met his eyes. The look within them had turned from pride to anger. “Sorry, sir.”

“Damn right you are. I want you to know this, Spencer. Here, you’re the top dog. No one’s higher on the pile than you. We all know that. But in the SWF, you’re the low man on the totem pole. You are nothing until you pay your dues there. Until you then, you get your ego in check. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Good. Now I want you all to go out tonight and have a good time. This is the last time you’re going to be in Rhode Island for a while, and I want you to enjoy it. You boys treat them right now, it’s their going away after all.”

The rest of the RIPW crew wasted no time in grabbing us and rushing us toward out of the gym and to the nearest cabs, and Lenny was loving it. I, on the other hand, was forced to put on a mask and show them smiling Spencer Spade. Inside, though, I was fuming. Phil had embarrassed me. In just a few sentences he had cut me down. Me! The future of the business! And he spoke to me like a child. Who was he to tell me I was nothing? I had already proven myself to be the future of this business. I may have had to start at the bottom of the totem pole, but I damn sure wasn’t going to allow myself to be treated like something I wasn’t. I was a star, and I would be treated as such.

3rdStringPG · December 20, 2012

If it's SWF, I'm in.

Nice touch with Spade's characterization...young and talented, but cocky and in for a rude awakening when he realizes he and Lenny will be doing jobs for most of 2013.

December 21, 2012

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The call up was near-immediate. Lenny and I had a week to get our affairs in order before we flew out to join the travelling circus known as the Supreme Wrestling Federation. We each took a hit by ending our apartment leases early, but I knew that I at least didn’t care; I was headed to the SWF now, and the big money was about to start rolling in. I didn’t need a hole in the wall apartment like that anymore. I was, quite frankly, above that.</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Our plane left Rhode Island and touched down in Tennessee quick enough. I really have no idea how long the flight was since I slept the entire way. I tried asking Lenny but he was shaking so bad that he couldn’t answer me. Apparently he was terrified of flying and never told me. After our safe arrival, Lenny nearly sprinted through the terminal. I caught up to him at the baggage check. He had his hands on his knees and was sucking wind, but he was grinning.</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“I can’t believe I made it,” he managed to say between sucking breaths. </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

I just shook my head and waited for my small duffel bag to come around the carousel. We had each only packed our gear and a couple of light changes of clothes. That was, in all reality, all we really owned. Developmental contracts are far from the most lucrative in the world. </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

My bag came around first. I snatched it off the carousel and waited for Lenny’s to wind its way toward us. It soon did, and we made our way to the front of the airport to wait for our ride. Phil told us that they were sending some production guy with the keys to a rental car. My head swam with ideas of what kind of car they were going to provide us. This was the Supreme Wrestling Federation, after all. Everything they did was big.</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

We stepped out into the chilly air, and I immediately unzipped my bag and pulled out my hoodie. I puled it over my head and then looked around for our pick up. He wasn’t easy to find—it was the middle of the afternoon and the airport was churning people out just as rapidly as it was taking them in—but we found him soon enough. He was a little guy with greasy hair and glasses, holding a cheap cardboard sign that read Spencer Jameson and Lenny Lawal. When we approached him, he was too busy playing bubble pop or something equally as stupid on his phone to see us.</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

I cleared my throat and he looked up at us. It took a moment for him to register who we were. “Oh,” he said, finally. “You’re the guys.”</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“Yeah,” Lenny said. “That’s us.”</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The production guy put his phone back in his pocket and motioned to us to follow him. “Car’s right in the garage.” </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

We got in an elevator and rode it to the top of the parking garage. No one talked on the ride, and the production guy never introduced himself. It was weird, honestly. I didn’t care if I knew his name or not, but didn’t this guy want to be friends with a super star like myself? Fraternization must be against company policy or something like that.</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The elevator doors slid open and we stepped out into the open air. There were only a few cars parked this high, and I didn’t like the look of any of them. </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“Car’s right over there,” the production guy said. </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“Where?” I asked. He pointed, and my eyes followed the invisible trail his finger marked for me. </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“A Neon? Are you serious?”</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“Something wrong?” the production guy asked.</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“Yeah. Where’s the Beemer at? Or the Mercedes? I’d rather drive a Ford Focus than that thing!”</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“It’s the newest model.”</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“They stopped making them in two thousand and five!”</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The production guy shook his head and turned to Lenny. He pulled out a folded up packet of paper and car keys and handed them both to Lenny. “Here’s the keys and MapQuest directions to the arena.”</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said. “Who the hell still uses MapQuest?”</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“You do,” he said, not bothering to turn around and look me in the eye. “Be at the arena by five. Try and eat something before you get there, the catering sucks.” </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“Are you coming with us?” Lenny asked.</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The production guy chuckled. “I’ve got more important things than to babysit you two. I don’t need to, do I?” </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

Lenny shook his head from side to side. </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“Nice. Good luck, by the way. The first night’s always the hardest here.”</div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

The production guy left and Lenny and I made our way to our brown Dodge Neon. Lenny held the keys out to me, and I quickly pushed them back toward him. </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;">

“You know damn well that I’m not driving this thing.”</div></div></div></div></div>

Rickymex · December 21, 2012

I'm really interested in how Spencer will interact with Rich or Remo.

Jaded · December 21, 2012

Awesome - you know I'll be reading this!

3rdStringPG · December 21, 2012

Spencer Spade - whatta d---! Sounds more like the Jay Chord or Hollywood Brett Starr story, but again, I like the twist on his offstage character. <img alt="

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December 22, 2012

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Lenny and I arrived at the arena at about a quarter til five, the crumbs from our McDonalds Drive Through meal still on our shirts. We pulled into the arena and a couple of guys directed us to where we assumed we were supposed to park. We got out of the car and stood still, taking in the pandemonium around us. People were rushing around everywhere setting up for the show.

“Hey!” a voice shouted. Lenny and I looked first to each other, then around until we found the voice’s source. It was none other than Marcus McKing, rushing toward us with a clipboard in hand. “I don’t know who you are,” he continued, “but this is a restricted area. You want an autograph, you wait until after the show like everyone else.”

“Um, no, sir, we’re here for the show,” Lenny said.

“You and fifteen thousand other people. Beat it.”

“No, sir,” I said. “We’re the new guys. I’m Spencer Spade and this is Lenny Brown. You’ve probably heard of us.”

McKing raised an eyebrow and checked his clipboard. “Checks out. Get to the locker room and change, you’ve got a dark match in about an hour. You’re jobbing to, let’s see…Robbie Retro and Marshal Dillon tonight.”

“Jobbing?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Jobbing. It’s what you do.”

Not what I do, I thought.

“After that I need you to shower and get dressed. Looks like Phil Roberts used some pull to get you two some promo time.”

That was more like it. Lenny and I exchanged looks, grinning and nodding our heads.

“You two done?” McKing asked.

“Yeah, sorry, sir…” Lenny said.

“Then beat it. I don’t have time to babysit you.”

We didn’t waste any time heading to the locker room, and McKing didn’t waste any time in finding someone else to verbally abuse. I punched Lenny in the arm.

“This is it, man!” I said.

“We get a promo on prime time on our first night here!” Lenny said.

We were excited, and understandably so. It was rare for someone so young to get a spot like that on their debut. As far as we were concerned, we were the second coming of Sean McFly. Unfortunately, our first match would not reflect that. After Robbie and Marshall got done beating the snot out of us in a “showcase” match, all I could think of was how glad I was that it wasn’t aired on national television.

Lenny and I immediately hit the showers after the match, taking great care to ensure that we were as well-groomed as we possibly could be. This was our television debut, and we wanted to leave a mark. Phil came and got us a little bit later, and as we walked to the filming area he walked us through exactly what we were to do and say. I nodded my head and said yes sir a lot, but I never really heard anything he was saying. The only thing that my brain could process was the thought that I could not screw this up, over and over and over again.

Jaded · December 22, 2012

Don't leave it there! Dying to find out whether the promo time is actually something they should be grateful for or whether they're just going to get 30 seconds to talk before Vengeance, Remo or Frehley kills them.

December 22, 2012

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Jaded" data-cite="Jaded" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="35087" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Don't leave it there! Dying to find out whether the promo time is actually something they should be grateful for or whether they're just going to get 30 seconds to talk before Vengeance, Remo or Frehley kills them. <img alt=":)" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/smile.png.142cfa0a1cd2925c0463c1d00f499df2.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> You'll just have to wait for the show, my friend <img alt=":D" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/biggrin.png.929299b4c121f473b0026f3d6e74d189.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p> </p><p> There's a roster review I'm working on coming next, and then the show should be up in a few days.</p>

December 23, 2012

The SWF

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“Captain Atomic” Adam Smash

Moves:
Radiation Blast (Sitout Spinebuster), Fall Out Suplex (Leg Hook Back Suplex)

Quick Bio:
The orange-haired, yellow-eyed Adam Smash is a hard hitting brawler who claims to have received all of his wrestling ability as a result of growing up exposed to radiation in the Nevada desert. Whether that’s true or not is unknown, but he is definitely a strong competitor and one to watch out for.

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American Machine

Moves:
Old Glory (Implant DDT)

Titles:
SWF World Tag Team (With Des Davids)

Quick Bio:
Coming into the SWF in 2009, American Machine had a lot of hype behind prior to his debut, but it wasn’t until 2011, when his tag partner Des Davids debuted, that he really made a splash. The two went on to win the World Tag Team Championship soon after pairing up, and have held the belts for an impressive ten month long reign thus far.

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Bart Biggins

Moves:
B-Dropper (Tornado DDT)

Quick Bio:
Along with his brother Brett, Bart is a four time World Tag Team Champion, tied with the Amazing Bumfholes and The Lords of War for most title reigns in the division. In addition, he is also a former Shooting Star Champion. Recent years have seen The Biggins Brothers slip down the card, but they still remain a threat to any team they face.

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Big Smack Scott

Moves:
Big Smack Shuffle (Dancing Elbow Drop), Ego Trip (Fireman’s Carry Slam)

Quick Bio:
The man that everyone in the SWF loves to hate. Even his long time tag partner Kurt Laramee can’t stand him. The Smacker’s relevance has been questioned in recent years, but he remains a massive thorn in the side of the entire locker room.

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“Big Money” Brandon James

Moves:
Big Money Move (Flying Shoulder Tackle), Brandon Bomb Drop (Sitout Powerbomb)

Quick Bio:
The SWF’s resident superstar athlete, Brandon James was the first member of Emma Chase’s now-infamous Chase Agency. With almost-unmatched size, speed, and power, James is almost a lock to win the World Championship someday, but recently his stock has dropped in the eyes of Emma Chase as she grows to favor one of her other superstar clients, Rogue.

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Brett Biggins

Moves:
B-Dropper (Tornado DDT)

Quick Bio:
Along with his brother Bart, Brett is a four time World Tag Team Champion, tied with the Amazing Bumfholes and The Lords of War for most title reigns in the division. In addition, he is also a former Shooting Star Champion. Recent years have seen The Biggins Brothers slip down the card, but they still remain a threat to any team they face.

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“The Iron Man” Christian Faith

Moves:
Faith Hammer (Bionic Elbow), Leap of Faith (Avalanche), Test of Faith (Main Event Sleeper)

Quick Bio:
Some would argue that Christian Faith IS the SWF. The Iron Man has spent his entire career with the SWF, becoming one of its greatest stars in the process. Now, at the age of 46, his career appears to be winding down, but he remains a presence in the main event.

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Des Davids

Moves:
Quarterback Sack (Three Point Stance), Touch Down (Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex)

Titles:
SWF World Tag Team (With American Machine)

Quick Bio:
Davids made an immediate splash upon his debut in the SWF. He quickly paired up with the like-minded superstar American Machine and the two have gone on to win the Tag Team Championship, holding it for an impressive ten months thus far.

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Enforcer Roberts

Moves:
RCT (Cobra Clutch)

Quick Bio:
Roberts began his SWF career as the bodyguard of Richard Eisen himself, and continues to associate himself with the Eisen family. He now works closely with Eric Eisen, and the duo have been wreaking havoc in the SWF for some time now.

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“The Supremacist,” “The American Crippler” Eric Eisen

Moves:
The Supremacy (Samoan Driver), Silver Spoon Shock (Corkscrew Moonsault)

Quick Bio:
One of the most dastardly villains in all of the SWF, Eric Eisen also just happens to be the son of the owner. A dangerous combo indeed. Known as The Supremacist ever since devising a plan to mentally and physically break down Jack Bruce from 2009-2010, Eric Eisen has recently added another nickname to his repertoire: The American Crippler. First hospitalizing Robbie Retro and Randy Bumfhole after steel chair attacks, he has most recently put Tom Gilmore on the shelf, a move that could very welcome back to bite him.

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Everest

Moves:
Mountain Mover (Powerbomb), Tidal Wave Splash (Big Splash)

Quick Bio:
Moving mountains is impossible in both nature and wrestling. Breaking them down isn’t, but it’s nearly as hard, and Everest has banked on his reputation as an immovable force to always be considered a challenge to anyone brave enough to step into the ring with him.

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Freddy Garcia

Moves:
Romeo is Bleeding (Seated face plant)

Quick Bio:
Along with his tag partner James Prudence, Freddy Garcia has reemerged as a force in the tag team division. The fabulous duo have been hot on the tails of The All Americans in recent months, and many have them pegged as the next tag champs.

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Huey Cannonball

Moves:
Cannonball Run (Shining Wizard)

Quick Bio:
Huey Cannonball and Jefferson Stardust came into the SWF in 2011 as the tag team known as The Awesomeness, and they have been just that. Both excellent wrestlers, the two fun loving rock stars have the potential to go very, very far in the business.

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Jack Bruce

Moves:
New York Minute (Fameasser), Long Island Trio (Triple Suplexes)

Quick Bio:
Charisma personified, The King of New York himself is a multi-time SWF World Champion, and for good reason. Bruce is a dangerous brawler, but he’s also mentally strong. After enduring a year and a half of mental and physical anguish at the hands of Eric Eisen, Bruce proved his ability by bringing The Supremacist to his knees at The Supreme Challenge XXX.

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James Prudence

Moves:
Prudential Pain Plan (Dragon Sleeper)

Quick Bio:
Prudence is a narcissist if there ever was one. Often taking time in mid match to adjust his hair with assistance from the mirror he carries to the ring, Prudence has proven himself to be a cocky competitor. Along with partner Freddy Garcia, Prudence has his sights set squarely on the Tag Team Championship.

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Jefferson Stardust

Moves:
Stage Dive (Senton Bomb)

Quick Bio:
Huey Cannonball and Jefferson Stardust came into the SWF in 2011 as the tag team known as The Awesomeness, and they have been just that. Both excellent wrestlers, the two fun loving rock stars have the potential to go very, very far in the business.

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Joe Sexy

Moves:
One Night Stand (Snap Neckbreaker (with gyrations!))

Quick Bio:
Always a game fighter, Sexy is definitely a tough challenge for anyone that takes him on, if not for his heavy hands then for his willingness to cheat at every turn. One of the sleaziest stars around, Sexy is often seen with a woman (or two) on his arm.

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John Greed

Moves:
Crash Diet (Double Knee Facebuster)

Quick Bio:
If John Greed could be compared to any creature of legend, it would be the snake in the Garden of Eden. A manipulative, cruel man, Greed is often seen toying with other stars for no other reason than his amusement.

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Jungle Lord

Moves:
Jungle Jack-Hammer (Northern Lights Bomb)

Quick Bio:
Raised in the jungles of Borneo by a family of Orangutan, Jungle Lord transitioned to a life in a travelling circus once he reached adulthood. It was there that he was discovered by a SWF talent scout, and the rest is history. Whether or not that is actually true is unknown, but what is clear is that Jungle Lord is a dangerous, almost animalistic brawler in the ring.

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“The King of the Streets” Kurt Laramee

Moves:
Switchblade Powerslam (Hammerlock Powerslam)

Quick Bio:
Kurt Laramee has always been seen as a wildly unpredictable brawler, but he never truly found success in the SWF until pairing up with Big Smack Scott. Though the two rarely get along, they have combined for two very successful Tag Team Championship reigns.

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“Bad Bad” Lenny Brown

Moves:
Star Treatment (Fireman’s carry face buster), Pop Up Rana, Wicked Flying Avalanche

Quick Bio:
Not much is known about Brown, who has yet to actually debut with the SWF. What is known, though, is that he is a tremendous athlete with the ego to match. He’s certainly one to watch for in the future.

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Lobster Warrior

Moves:
Lobster Pinch (Nerve Pinch), Lobster Trap (Fisherman Suplex), Shell Fish Shock (Spinning Hot Shot)

Quick Bio:
Hailing from the shores of Maine, Lobster Warrior established himself a threat right at his debut. One of the more eccentric personalities in the company, he’s spent his time recently trying to put Brandon James in a bit of a…pinch.

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Marat Khoklov

Moves:
Moscow Lariat, Russian Giant Bearhug, Russian Legend Powerbomb

Quick Bio:
The imposing figure of real life giant is enough to terrify anyone. In his short time with the SWF, Khoklov’s power has become legend. With losses to only Christian Faith, Rich Money, and Jack Bruce blemishing his record, the Russian has taken to only appearing on PPV, where his invitationals have become something of a testing ground for stars both young and old.

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“The Can’t Miss Prospect” Marc DuBois

Moves:
Marc of Excellence (Roll through German Suplex), Model Solution (Full Nelson Camel Clutch)

Quick Bio:
The Can’t Miss Prospect came out of the excellent Supreme Wrestling University class of 2005, and quickly proved himself to be a dangerous competitor. Recent years have seen his career take a downturn, however, and one has to wonder if he can get himself back on track.

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Marshall Dillon

Moves:
Crackdown (Sidewinder Slam)

Quick Bio:
A former bull rider hailing from Dallas, Texas, Dillon has quickly made a name for himself not only for his brawl-heavy style, but also his penchant to never back down from a fight with anyone.

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Paul Huntingdon

Moves:
High Society (Fireman Carry Spinebuster)

Quick Bio:
The charismatic all-rounder Paul Huntingdon has gone from high point to high point during his SWF tenure. A former Tag Team Champion, he now finds himself under the watchful eye of Emma Chase, mixing it up with such stars as Brandon James, Rogue, Jack Bruce, and Valiant.

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Randy Bumfhole

Moves:
Bumfhole Buster (Cradle Piledriver)

Quick Bio:
One of the Amazing Bumfholes, Randy has amassed a record four Tag Team Championship reigns. Currently out with an ankle injury after Eric Eisen smashed it to bits with a steel chair, Randy is eager to get back in the ring.

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Remo

Moves:
Hit and Run (Midsection knees followed with a single arm suplex), Lumbar Puncture (Double underhook backbreaker), The Destroyer (Dominator)

Quick Bio:
One of the most powerful and brutal members of the SWF roster, all Remo cares about is fighting. If you were to ask the young star what holding a championship belt meant, he would answer simply that it only meant that he got more matches. Remo cares little for championships and even less for the glory that comes with them, seeing them only as a means to crack a few more heads.

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Rich Money

Moves:
Dollars From Heaven (Flying Splash), Money in the Bank (High Angle German Suplex)

Quick Bio:
The last SWF champion before Steve Frehley took the title from him, Rich Money has made a career off of being a smarter wrestler than his competition. Not the most skilled in any one aspect of his game, Rich is a master tactician. Formerly a loner in the SWF, Rich has recently re-connected with former ally Remo.

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Robbie Retro

Moves:
Murder on the Dancefloor (Lariat), Disco Ball (Flying butt smash in the corner)

Quick Bio:
Robbie Retro has two loves: Disco and wrestling. He combined the two and has since become a fun part of the SWF undercard, winning over fans everywhere with his slick moves, both in the ring and on the dance floor.

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Rogue

Moves:
Crashing On (Muscle Buster)

Quick Bio:
Formerly known as Jack Geidroyc, Rogue has taken an increasingly violent approach to his in ring work since turning on his partner Valiant to join The Chase Agency. The two have engaged in a blood feud ever since, and it appears to be one that shows no signs of slowing down any time soon.

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“The Supreme Star” Spencer Spade

Moves:
Supreme Stunner (Face Crusher)

Quick Bio:
Spade has yet to officially debut with the SWF, though footage of him training began circulating and creating buzz for him as early as 2010. A bright young star, Spade has the potential to become a major star someday if he can keep his career on track.

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John “Squeeky” McClean

Moves:
Clean Out (Elevated Leg Lock), Stain Removal (Pancake Facebuster)

Quick Bio:
SWF’s resident “almost man,” McClean has seen himself reach the cusp of greatness multiple times only to fall short. A hypocrite who constantly preaches the importance of honor and civility in pro wrestling, McClean will be the first to break the rules when things stop going his way.

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Steve Frehley

Moves:
Dark Destroyer (Spear), Frehley’s Comet (F-5)

Titles:
SWF World Heavyweight
Quick Bio: The current World Heavyweight Champion is in his second reign. At the moment, Frehley finds himself under fire from all directions, not only from Christian Faith and Vengeance, but also Remo, perhaps his greatest rival. Over the years, the rivalry between Frehley and Remo has become more and more aggressive, stemming from their eerily similar and brutal approaches to two very differing philosophies on in ring competition. While Remo cares very little for championship gold or the legacies they carry, Frehley is seen to be incredibly respectful of the title he holds, to the point where he will defend the belt’s honor before his own.

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“Angry” Tom Gilmore

Moves:
Anger Management (Forward Russian Legsweep), Sky High Elbow Drop

Quick Bio:
Quite possibly the most talented wrestler in the SWF, Gilmore has seen his career hampered time and time again by his disappointing inability to control his temper. While normally a very calm individual, Gilmore has displayed a tendency to allow his opponents to get into his head in high stakes moments, permitting them to send him into a rage. While he’s at his most dangerous during his rages, he’s also at his most reckless, and opponents will often capitalize on that. One person who had best hope that he can do just that is Eric Eisen, who Gilmore has vowed to hospitalize, promising an eye for an eye after Eisen sent him to the emergency room.

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Valiant

Moves:
V-Split (Falcon Arrow)

Quick Bio:
Once a very amiable personality, Valiant has forced himself to take on a darker persona in order to battle his nemesis and former friend Rogue. Their feud has seen both men left bloodied. And Valiant has most recently recruited Jack Bruce to help even the odds when it became clear that The Chase Agency was overwhelming him.

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Vengeance

Moves:
Six Feet Under (Top Rope Chokeslam), Skull Krusher (Inverted Piledriver)

Quick Bio:
Vengeance is easily the last man alive that anyone would want to meet in a dark alley. The man claims to be an actual demon, and not many would disagree. A psychotic being with a complete disregard for the safety of anyone around him, Vengeance has left a trail of blood and fire behind him as he tears through the SWF.

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Zimmy Bumfhole

Moves:
Bumfhole in One (Frog Splash)

Quick Bio:
Along with his brother, Zimmy is a record four-time Tag Team Champion, as well as a former Shooting Star Champion. With his brother out of action, Zimmy has been able to strike out on his own, but he has recently issued a challenge to Eric Eisen, attempting to gain vengeance in an honorable fashion.
A Roster in Review

The show is next!

December 23, 2012

<p>Predictions, get your predictions!</p><p> </p><p>

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<span style="font-size:12px;">"Captain Atomic" Adam Smash vs Joe Sexy</span></p><p><span style="font-size:12px;">

American Machine vs James Prudence</span></p><p><span style="font-size:12px;">

Valiant vs Paul Huntingdon</span></p><p><span style="font-size:12px;">

Zimmy Bumfhole vs Eric Eisen</span></p><p><span style="font-size:12px;">

The Almighty Dollar (Remo & Money) vs Steve Frehley & Christian Faith</span></p><p>

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3rdStringPG · December 23, 2012

<p>"Captain Atomic" Adam Smash vs <strong>Joe Sexy</strong> - In a battle of wholesome vs lewd, I go for the latter.</p><p>

American Machine vs <strong>James Prudence</strong> - Nice setup for All-Americans vs Platinum Blondes tag title match.</p><p>

<strong>Valiant</strong> vs Paul Huntingdon - Blue Blood's the weakest of the Chase Agency in terms of skills/push. Valiant by DQ.</p><p>

Zimmy Bumfhole vs <strong>Eric Eisen</strong> - Zimmy's much better in-ring than Double E, but hardly as over.</p><p>

The Almighty Dollar (Remo & Money) vs <strong>Steve Frehley & Christian Faith</strong> - Interesting...The Almighty Dollar returns! I'd say Frehley and Faith win to set up a Frehley-Remo or Frehley-Money title match.</p>

December 25, 2012

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Tuesday, Week 1, January 2013

In front of a crowd of 14,231 in The Dust Bowl (South East)

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Peter Michaels—Duane Fry—Ana Garcia

Michaels:

Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Supreme TV! I’m Peter Michaels, alongside my colleagues Duane Fry and Ana Garcia, and—

Fry:

We’ve got a barn stormer for you tonight!

Garcia:

That’s right, Duane. Not only will we see supreme stars such as Valiant and Adam Smash in action, we’ve also got a grudge match between Zimmy Bumfhole and Eric Eisen planned.

Michaels:

And let’s not forget our main event! The World Heavyweight Champion himself, Steve Frehley, will team up with the Iron Man Christian Faith to take on the team of Remo and Rich Money, The Almighty Dollar.

Fry:

Before you say anything else, Pete, it looks like our first match of the night is about to begin. Joe Sexy himself is on his way to the ring.

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Adam Smash vs Joe Sexy

It was clear from the start that Joe Sexy had no intentions of standing toe to toe with the formidable Adam Smash. The seasoned villain tried every underhanded trick he knew to keep from battling on an even playing field, but Smash continually brushed his attempts off.

Still, Smash looked to be in trouble a couple of times, almost falling victim to Sexy’s One Night Stand neckbreaker at one point. The deliverance of the move wasn’t to be, though, as Smash twisted free and planted Sexy with a Radiation Blast (Sitout Spinebuster) to score the win.

Smash wins, 71.

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After the match, none other than Rich Money stepped out onto the stage, applauding Smash’s efforts.

Money:
Bravo, bravo!

Smash, in mid celebration on the turnbuckle, turned toward money, confused.

Money:
You’ve really stepped up your game lately, Adam. I’m impressed. Truly, I am. So much so that I’d like to formally request an encore performance. Would that be too much trouble to ask of you?

As Smash watched Money speak, still unsure of what he was doing there, Sexy stirred behind him. Snatching Smash from behind, Sexy delivered his One Night Stand neckbreaker from the second rope, dropping Smash.

Money shook his head.

Money:
That’s a shame. It just wasn’t as good the second time around. I really expected more of you, Adam, especially after you expressed such desire for a step up in competition just a few weeks ago. Name dropping myself, specifically. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if you’re really ready to swim with the sharks. Tonight just wasn’t a good showing for you.

Fry:

Money seems to have taken offense the Smash would even dare suggest that he wanted to wrestle him.

Michaels:

As well he should. Smash is a joke of a wrestler, and he doesn’t deserve to even be mentioned in the same light as guys like Money.

Garcia:

Come on, Peter, you can’t really believe that?

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American Machine vs James Prudence

Prudence and his tag partner Freddy Garcia have been hot on the heels of the tag team champions in the past couple of months, with their last meeting resulting in a loss at Christmas Clash. Since then, they’ve once again gotten themselves in the hunt by defeating The Awesomeness in a number one contender match up.

Prudence tried a lot in the early going to bring down the much larger Machine down, but most of his offense was simply shrugged off. When he went to the air to attempt a double axe handle smash, Machine simply caught him and planted him with a spinebuster. Machine’s onslaught went on for some time, as Prudence just barely managed to keep himself alive long enough for reinforcements to arrive.

Freddy Garcia arrived at ringside and hopped up on the apron, distracting Machine. He never swung at the big man, but the distraction was enough to allow Prudence to hop up on his back and latch on a Prudential Pain Plan (Dragon Sleeper). Machine grasped for the ropes, but the weight on his back resulted in him falling forward onto his face. Unable to escape the hold, Machine was forced to tap.

Prudence wins, 60

Michaels:

What a strong showing for Prudence!

Fry:

Strong? He was getting beaten until Freddy Garcia showed up at ringside.

Michaels:

Precisely. Even in the face of adversity, Prudence finds a way to win.

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Backstage, Emma Chase and Brandon James stood conversing with Squeaky McClean. The three were speaking in hushed voices.

McClean:
…So I just do this one thing and I get the money?

Chase:
That’s correct.

McClean:
And you can’t pay me first why?

Chase:
I run a business, John. A successful one. I didn’t get to where I am by just throwing my money to people I don’t trust, and, quite frankly, I don’t trust you.

McClean shrugged.

Mclean:
Fair enough, I guess. I can’t say I trust myself much, either.

McClean laughed and elbowed James in the rib. When James glared down at him, he quickly shut up.

McClean:
Right. Well, I’ll get started on this I guess.

When McClean left, James turned to Chase.

James:
Do you think he’ll pull it off?

Chase:
No. But I’m not paying him to. I’m paying him to send a message, and to piss off a shellfish that’s been in our business for far too long.

Garcia:

What are they up to?

Fry:

I’m not sure, but I know that if any one of those three are involved it’s usually bad news.

Michaels:

Oh, come on, you’re just being cynical now. She could be hiring him to do laundry, for all you know. He is Squeeky McClean, after all.

Garcia:

Really, now?

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Eric Eisen sat lounged backstage, staring up into the ceiling light in his locker room with his arm outstretched while an attractive young lady wrapped his wrists. When she was done, Enforcer Roberts walked into the room with two young men at his side. Eisen shooed the girl away, and when she was gone, he spoke.

Eisen:
What is it?

Roberts:
These are the two I was telling you about.

Eisen eyed the two youngsters, measuring them.

Eisen:
They’re as good as you say?

Enforcer: Probably better.

Eisen:
That remains to be seen. You. What’s your name?

The blonde one pointed to his chest.

Eisen:
Yes, you.

Spade:
I’m Spencer Spade, Mr. Eisen.

Eisen:
Mr. Eisen. I like that. And what about you?

Brown:
Lenny Brown, sir.

Eisen:
Let me ask you two something: Are you prepared to do what it takes to make it in this company?

The two youngsters answered in unison.

Brown & Spade:
Yes, sir.

Eisen:
Good. Now get out of here. If I need you I’ll call.

Fry:

I’ve heard of those two, and I’ve got to be honest, I don’t like that they’ve seemingly aligned with Eric Eisen.

Michaels:

And why not? Eisen and Roberts are two of the greatest wrestlers we’ve got. Why shouldn’t these two young, easily molded kids work with them?

Garcia:

For the exact reasons you just stated, Peter.

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Valiant vs Paul Huntingdon w/ Emma Chase

Valiant didn’t waste time taking the fight directly to Huntingdon, going for the V-Split early. Huntingdon had it scouted, though, and was able to slip out of the back before going on an offensive. He faltered, though, when he taunted the crowd before charging Valiant in the corner. Valiant rolled away and Huntingdon crashed into the turnbuckle, allowing Valiant the opportunity to hit Huntingdon with a flurry of moves before finally planting him with a V-Split (Falcon Arrow) for the three count.

Valiant wins, 77

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Immediately after the match, none other than Rogue hopped the barricade, steel chair in hand, and slid into the ring, where he cracked Valiant across the back with the weapon.

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A split second later, Jack Bruce’s music hit, and the Music City Messiah himself came sprinting down to the ring. Bruce had only just gained his feet when Rogue slammed the char into his midsection, doubling him over and opening him up for a chair shot across his back. With both Bruce and Valiant writhing at his feet, Rogue spiked the chair into the mat and held his arms straight out in his signature pose. Emma Chase stepped gingerly into the ring, first checking on Huntingdon, and then going to calm down the seething Rogue. When she placed a hand on his shoulder, he snapped around, ready to strike, but when he saw her, he was quick to calm himself. Huntingdon gained his feet, and the trio left, but not before Rogue spit on the prone form of Valiant.

Garcia:

Can someone get the medics down here? Bruce and Valiant might really be hurt.

Fry:

Here they come, Ana. But you’ve got to ask yourself, how far is this rivalry between Rogue and Valiant going to go?

Michaels:

Until one of them can’t fight back anymore.

Garcia:

It’s not just Rogue that’s upping the stakes lately, either. Valiant is just as much to blame for the violence here as anyone.

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In the backstage area, Zimmy Bumfhole is seen warming up for his match with Eric Eisen. As he goes through his calisthenics routine, his eyes are closed, and he mutters to himself. When he begins his high knee exercise, Dawn walks into the shot and clears her throat, gaining his attention.

Zimmy:
Oh, hey Dawn. What’s up?

Dawn:
Hey, Zim. I just wanted to check on you, see how you’re doing. A lot of us are a little worried about you.

Zimmy:
Worried about me? Why?

Dawn crossed her arms and hugged herself tight.

Dawn:
Well, you’ve just been acting weird ever since Randy got put in the hospital. And challenging Eric Eisen? Zim, I know you can handle yourself in the ring, but Eisen’s a former World Champion.

Zimmy:
Former’s the key word, Dawn. He wasn’t good enough to keep the title, and he’s not good enough to beat me. Dude put my only bro in the hospital. I’ve got to at least try and get revenge. It’s an Inigo Montoya kind of thing. Besides, I’ve done WAY more dangerous crap than challenging him. Have you ever kicked one of the Queen’s guard?

Dawn laughed.

Dawn:
Can’t say I have.

Zimmy:
Oh. I was hoping you would be able to tell me what happens. I kind of want to know before I do it.

Dawn shook her head.

Dawn:
Good luck, Zimmy.

Zimmy:
I’m the luckiest dude around. Good luck’s the only kind I have.

Michaels:

Does Zimmy know what he’s getting himself into?

Garcia:

I’m pretty sure he does.

Fry:

He’s not lying about doing more dangerous things, either. I once saw him run naked into a frat party, kiss all of the frat boys girlfriends, and run out without a scratch.

Michaels:

You’re saying a bunch of frat boys are more dangerous than The Supremacist, The American Crippler himself, Eric Eisen?

Fry:

I’m saying the frat was celebrating a visit from an alumni: Eric Eisen.

Michaels:

Oh.

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When the broadcast returns from commercial, a shot featuring Lobster Warrior backstage is playing. A small graphic stating “Just Minutes Earlier” is placed in the corner of the screen, and Warrior is shown sitting down in a steel chair. Warrior smiles as he clicks the heavy metal gauntlets he wears on his hands when he perks his head up.

A battle cry comes from somewhere within the building and grows closer by the second. Finally, when it appeared to have gotten as close as it could, Warrior stood up, raised his arm…

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…and brought his metal gauntlet right down on the head Squeeky McClean, who had just charged into the shot with a steel chair held high over his head. McClean hit the deck and the chair clattered to the floor. Lobster looked down at him for a moment, shrugged, and stepped over his prone form and out of the shot.

Garcia :

Laundry, huh, Peter?

Michaels:

I would say that she Emma Chase was asking McClean to do her dirty laundry, yes.

Fry:

You pick your words carefully, don’t you Pete?

Michaels:

You already know the answer to that one.

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Zimmy Bumfhole vs Eric Eisen

Zimmy Bumfhole is very much the type of wrestler Eric Eisen was before he had to surgically repair his knee, and it made Eisen all the more angry when he realized that he couldn’t match Zim’s speed. What Eisen could match, however, was meanness. When Zimmy crashed and burned attempting a corkscrew plancha on Eisen, Eric quickly struck, picking Zimmy up and slamming his head into the announce table. He followed up by driving him into the barrier over and over again, before finally tossing him into the ring post.

Eisen ten lazily slid into the ring, watching as the ref counted to ten. Before he reached that lofty number, though, Zimmy started to stir on the outside, clawing at the ring apron and trying to get back in the ring. Seeing this, Eisen charged forward, hitting a baseball slid on Zimmy and following him to the floor. He hoisted Zimmy up and onto his shoulders, before driving him down to the floor with a Supremacy (Samoan Driver). This time, when Eisen got back in the ring the referee easily reached a ten count, awarding the match to Eisen.

Eric Eisen wins via count-out, 78

Before his name was even read as the victor, Eisen quickly slid to the outside and laid several boots into Zimmy’s side. When he was done, he pushed the timekeeper out of his chair and picked it up, snapping the steel object shut. He walked toward Zimmy and held it high over his…

When the opening chords of The Red began to play, signaling the arrival of Tom Gilmore! Eisen dropped the chair immediately and hopped the barricade, rushing away from the ring through the crowd. When he turned to look back, the only people he saw coming down to the ring were medical personnel checking on Zimmy. Gilmore was nowhere to be found.

Garcia:

Someone else playing mind games with Eisen? I could get used to this.

Fry:

I’d say Eisen’s right to be a little fearful. Glmore promised him an eye for an eye, after all. He’s going to try and hospitalize The Supremacist.

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The camera shot quickly switches focus, going from a shot of Eric Eisen fleeing to one of Steve Frehley riding his chopper through the open backstage area toward the ring. Before he can get there, however, a massive form clad in a black cloak tackles him clear of his bike. When the camera regains focus, it is clear the assailant is Vengeancem and he is pounding away at Frehley. Finally, Vengeance got off of Frehley and unclasped the heavy chain he wears around his waist, wrapping it around his fist. When Frehley gained his feet, Vengeance lunged forward, delivering a thunderous body blow to Frehley, actually lifting the World Champion off of the floor with the punch.

With Frehley left writhing on the ground, Vengeance appeared to be satisfied. The monster quickly disappeared from the shot, leaving Frehley a beaten man.

Fry:

What the hell? What is Vengeance doing?

Michaels:

Working a gameplan. He’s one of the three challengers for Frehley’s belt at When Hell Freezes Over, and beating the champion down is probably the easiest way to win that title.

Garcia:

That may be so, but he may have also just ruined our main event for the night.

Fry:

That’s right. Frehley’s set to take on The Almighty Dollar with Christian Faith after the break!

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Steve Frehley & Christian Faith vs The Almighty Dollar

Frehley made t to the ring under his own were, though the results of the beating Vengance gave him were clear. Remo and Money were quick to work over the midsection of the champ, and his partner Christian Faith could only watch on as he took a beating. Finally, though, Frehley was able to strike back with a Dark Destroyer Spear, crumpling Money.

The two found themselves in the center of the ring, crawling toward their corners. They each tagged out simultaneously, and Faith and Remo hit the ring, throwing heavy strikes at one another. The two exchanged for sometime before Remo finally hit a couple of thudding knee strikes on Faith and pushed him back into his corner. Frehley tagged himself in, and Money hit the ring, clotheslining Faith from the ring and following after. Frehley and Remo stood toe to toe exchanging until Remo went low with some body blows, attacking Frehley’s ribs. Frehley responded with a crunching headbutt followed up with a huge powerslam.

Taking a step back, Frehley began to measure the downed Remo, when the lights suddenly cut out. When they came back on, Vengeance was in the ring, his hand wrapped around Frehley’s throat, lifting him to the top turnbuckle. Seeing this, the ref called for an immediate disqualification, but that didn’t stop Vengeance from finishing off his devastating Six Feet Under chokeslam, driving Frehley to the mat from the top turnbuckle. As the ring announcer began to read off the match results, Remo flipped, charging up to Vengeance and getting right in his face. Before the two could come to blows, however, Rich Money quickly slid into the ring and forcefully pulled his friend away from the demon. Remo resisted at first, but when Money spoke in his ear, he gave in, but not before flipping Vengeance the bird.

The gesture didn’t seem to bother Vengeance, who had mostly been ignoring Remo anyway. His focus was on Frehley the entire time.

Frehley and Faith win by DQ, 79

Total: 78

Rating: 12.42

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mad5226 · December 25, 2012

Great read man. I love the spencer spade character. Can't wait to see what happens next.

December 27, 2012

Great read man. I love the spencer spade character. Can't wait to see what happens next.

Muchos gracias! It's definitely interesting to write about the Jay Chord-type as the main character this time around.

The feeling Lenny and I shared after the show was immense. Sure, we had lost a dark match, but so what? That wasn’t what people were going remember. What they would remember was the highlight of our short careers so far. What they would remember is us, Spencer Spade and Lenny Brown, aligning ourselves with the biggest heel in the company on our debut. We were getting a spot people that had been with the company for years had been passed over for. We had something men that had worked their asses off for their entire careers didn’t have: the booker’s confidence.

Phil took us out for drinks after the show. Lenny, being the kind, young, twenty year old friend he was, volunteered to be our designated driver, an offer we took him up on almost immediately. The bar we went to was apparently a regular haunt of a bunch of the guys whenever the SWF came to town, and there was a crowd of fans waiting outside when we arrived. We pushed our way through the crowd and into the bar, but not before I had the chance to sign a hat or two. And maybe a picture. There might have been a woman’s chest, too. I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to sign my first autographs; those things were going to be worth a fortune in a year or two.

The lighting inside the bar was poor, and it didn’t help that they apparently didn’t abide by smoking laws. A haze of smoke drifted through the bar, and it took a moment for our eyes to adjust. When they did, we headed to the first booth we saw. Lenny and I took our seats, but Phil stayed standing.

“First rounds on me,” he said. “What’ll you have?”

“Just a water,” Lenny answered.

“And I’ll have a whiskey sour,” I said.

Phil just looked at me for a moment, and then spoke. “I ain’t letting you do that to good whiskey,” he said. “You’ll get it on the rocks.” He didn’t let me reply before heading toward the bar.

“Nice,” Lenny said.

“Yeah, whatever. When I’m a star, I’ll order whatever I want to.”

“I’m sure you will,” Lenny said, leaning back and smirking.

“Just wait. You and me, we’re going to be huge. I give it a year at most before we’re both tearing it up in the main event of Supreme TV. Collectively, we’re the next coming of Sean McFly, dude.”

“That’s cute.”

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I looked up and saw Marc DuBois and Kurt Laramee standing at the end of the table.

“Isn’t that cute, Kurt?” Marc asked.

“Damn right,” Kurt answered.

“You two think you’re going to be big? Think you got what it takes?” Marc continued.

“What are you—“ Lenny began before Marc cut him off.

“Don’t talk to me! You two just know that you need to watch your backs. That’s my spot you have, and I’m just waiting until you **** it up. Let’s go, man.” He slapped Kurt’s chest and the two turned and left just as quick as they had appeared.

“What the hell was that?” Lenny asked.

“Hell if I know,” I said, shaking my head.

Phil walked up holding a beer, Lenny’s water, and a tall glass of whiskey that I assumed was for me.

“Making friends?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered, cutting a glance across the bar at DuBois. “I guess.” I took a sip of the whiskey and nearly spit it back into the glass. Phil glared at me.

“Don’t you waste that,” he growled.

“Yes, sir,” I said, forcing down another sip.

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December 30, 2012

Get your picks in!

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Jungle Lord & Robbie Retro vs Eric Eisen & Enforcer Roberts

Adam Smash vs Joe Sexy

The Awesomeness vs Rogue & Paul Huntingdon

Des Davids vs Freddy Garcia

Steve Frehley vs Vengeance

Christian Faith vs Remo

Midnightnick · December 30, 2012

Jungle Lord & Robbie Retro vs Eric Eisen & Enforcer Roberts

Adam Smash vs Joe Sexy

The Awesomeness vs Rogue & Paul Huntingdon

Des Davids vs Freddy Garcia

Steve Frehley vs Vengeance

Christian Faith vs Remo

Qwertykid · December 30, 2012

Hate to break it to you, but Spade is one of the most level headed rookies around... But if you wanted to record the thoughts of another certain cocky youngster (who is from MAW and currently works for TCW )....

I kid! This is brilliant! Love the portrayl of not just Spade (who you do show as the head strong rookie) but Lennie Brown, the more level headed of the two. You've also fleshed out some villains quite nicely, though I'm surprised that Laramee and DuBois would be pals, rather than relying on BBS to be the normal bad guy. Very impressive work.

Jungle Lord & Robbie Retro vs Eric Eisen & Enforcer Roberts

I wonder if we'll see our two protagonists...

Adam Smash vs Joe Sexy

Again? Well, I'm guessing Sexy will win this time, since Captain Atomic(renamed) is what I would call a jobber.

The Awesomeness vs Rogue & Paul Huntingdon

Guessing Chase Corp. will be strong enough to beat The Awesomeness with ease.

Des Davids vs Freddy Garcia

Garcia is gonna get some help from Prudence, as build to the tag title match.

Steve Frehleyvs Vengeance

Frehley is the champion and probably will be kept strong.

Christian Faith vs Remo

Remo seems like Frehley's main competition, though Faith is mighty tempting.

3rdStringPG · December 30, 2012

Jungle Lord & Robbie Retro vs Eric Eisen & Enforcer Roberts - Squash.

Adam Smash vs Joe Sexy - Just recently beginning to appreciate Captain Atomic, so I'm rooting for the younger wrestler...

The Awesomeness vs Rogue & Paul Huntingdon - There is strength in numbers...

Des Davids vs Freddy Garcia - With interference from Jimmy P.

Steve Frehley vs Vengeance - Frehley by DQ. I agree that he needs to remain strong.

Christian Faith vs Remo - A schmozz to end the week's Supreme TV.

Kitarzu · December 30, 2012

Jungle Lord & Robbie Retro vs Eric Eisen & Enforcer Roberts

Adam Smash vs Joe Sexy

The Awesomeness vs Rogue & Paul Huntingdon

Des Davids vs Freddy Garcia

Steve Frehley vs Vengeance

Christian Faith vs Remo

Jaded · December 30, 2012

Jungle Lord & Robbie Retro vs Eric Eisen & Enforcer Roberts

Adam Smash vs Joe Sexy

The Awesomeness vs Rogue & Paul Huntingdon

Des Davids vs Freddy Garcia

Steve Frehley vs Vengeance

Christian Faith vs Remo

January 2, 2013

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Tuesday Week 2, January 2013

In front of a crowd of 15,000 at Plum Park (Tri State)

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Peter Michaels—Duane Fry—Ana Garcia

Garcia:

Welcome to Supreme TV, live from Trenton, New Jersey!

Michaels:

We’ve got a big evening planned for you all, with a pair of main event match ups that will set definitely set the tone for When Hell Freezes Over.

Fry:

That’s right, Pete. Capping off our show tonight we have World Heavyweight Champion Steve Frehley taking on Vengeance AND Remo and Christian Faith clashing. All four of these men are going to be in what’s sure to be a barn stormer Thursday evening, but we’ve got a preview here for free on Supreme TV!

Garcia:

Speaking of Steve Frehley, here he comes to the ring now!

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Steve Frehley rumbled down to the ring on top of his Harley Davidson motorcycle, the World Heavyweight Championship strapped across his chest like a bandolier. He took a lap around the ring before shutting the bike down and stepping into the ring, where he unstrapped the belt and held it aloft for all of Trenton, New Jersey to see. When he beckoned for a microphone, the crowd quieted.

Frehley:
Last week I got in the ring with two of the guys that I’ll face Thursday night, and I ended the night getting my ass kicked. It wasn’t by Christian Faith or Remo, though. Nah, the man that put his hands on me—twice—wasn’t even in the match.

Frehley:
Vengeance, you got the jump on me twice last week. This week, it ain’t going down like that. I get you one on one in the ring, and I’m gonna give you a taste of what you’re gonna get Thursday night.

Almost as if on cue, the lights in the arena cut out. Camera flashes revealed the silhouette of a second, massive man in the ring with Frehley, but it wasn’t until the lights turned back on that Vengeance’s presence in the ring was truly revealed.

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Vengeance:
You’re mistaken if you believe your threats carry any weight with me. I do not fear you, for I see who you really are, and I see you because I have been granted the gift by my dark lord.

Frehley:
Fear me, don’t fear me, it don’t matter. Either way, I’m gonna kick your ass.

Vengeance:
You will do no such thing. My lord will not allow it, for you have angered him by worshipping a false idol of leather and gold.

Frehley held up the title belt again.

Frehley:
This?

Vengeance nodded.

Frehley:
I don’t worship this, I RESPECT it. I respect the men that have held it. Hell, I respect the men that have fought for it and fell short. You’ve held this belt before, and I respect you, but I’ll be damned if I let you put your hands on it again!

Vengeance:
Oh yes, I can see damnation in your future, and I promise you…

The lights cut out.

Vengeance:
…The future is bleak.

When the lights came back on, Vengeance was gone.

Frehley:
Oh yeah, run while you can. Cause later tonight, there ain’t no place to hide from me!

Frehley spiked the microphone into the mat and immediately left the ring. He straddled his bike, started it up, and rode away from the ringside area.

Michaels:

I honestly can’t wait to see these two monsters collide later tonight!

Fry:

I’d be interested in seeing if the ring’s still standing afterward for Christian Faith ad Remo.

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Jungle Lord & Robbie Retro vs Eric Eisen & Enforcer Roberts

Eisen delegated most f the in ring action to Roberts here, a task he did very well at. Roberts was able to keep the two brawlers under control for the most part, but found himself in trouble late in the match when Retro pulled out a desperation Murder on the Dancefloor (Discus Lariat) that sent Roberts reeling. Retro was unable to make the cover, so both he and Roberts found themselves crawling toward their corners to tag out.

Roberts tagged out first, but it didn’t matter. Eisen raced into the ring, but Jungle Lord tagged in as he did so. Lord launched himself over the top rope and blasted Eisen with a massive forearm blow. Lord kept up the pressure, but when he closed Eisen into the corner, The American Crippler responded by raking Lord’s eyes and following up with a Supremacy (Samoan Driver) to take the victory.

Eisen and Roberts win, 66

Eisen looked to once again continue the beating after the match, but before he could even get started, Tom Gilmore’s music erupted through the arena’s loudspeakers, and the North American Champion stepped out onto the stage with his wife, Jessie, at his side!

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Gilmore:
It’s time, Eisen. You put me in the hospital, and now it’s your turn to take a trip.

As Gilmore spoke, Eisen yelled for a microphone.

Gilmore:
Not tonight, though. I’ll wait for two more days for my shot at you. At When Hell Freezes—

Eisen:
No! No, no, no! I beat you! There’s no second chances here. I win, you lose, that’s how it is.

Gilmore:
That’s not how it is!

Gilmore eyes flashed and his nostrils flared, but when Jessie placed her delicate hand on his shoulder, he regained his composure.

Gilmore:
…The match has already been cleared. At When Hell Freezes Over, I get you all to myself…in a stretcher match!

The crowd popped and Eisen hurled his microphone halfway up the ramp at Gilmore. It’s a good thing, too, because most of what he was now saying would drive the censors insane. Gilmore didn’t let any of it affect him.

Gilmore:
And just to sweeten the pot, my North American Championship is on the line. I know how much you like those big paydays, Eric, so here’s your chance. You’ve got two days. I hope you’ll be ready. I know that I will.

Garcia:

Wow, a stretcher match!

Fry:

We haven’t seen one of those since Rich Money and Brandon James fought back in 2010.

Michaels:

And we saw how bad of shape both of them were in after the match. This doesn’t sound good for either Eisen or Gilmore, from what I can tell.

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Adam Smash vs Joe Sexy

This match went much the same as it did last week on Supreme TV. The only real difference here was that Rich Money appeared much earlier than he did last week, not waiting until the end of the match to saunter down to the ring.

Money proved to be something of a distraction for Smash, and Sexy took full advantage of that. After a flurry of heavy handed punches in the corner, Sexy dragged Smash to the center of the ring and set him up for his One Night Stand Neckbreaker, but while he played to the crowd with his trademark hip gyrations, Smash spun around and pushed Sexy away and into the ropes. When he rebounded, Smash planted him with a Radiation Blast (Sitout Spinebuster) to score the win.

Smash wins, 73
.

Just seconds after the referee hit the mat for a third time, Money hit the ring. He began laying boots to Smash, who was desperately attempting to get to his feet. He eventually did, but Money immediately began peppering him with his Movers and Shakers jab combination. But when he threw the final hook punch in the combination, Smash ducked under, and when Money spun around to go after him, Smash planted him with a Radiation Blast! The slam left Money down and out, and Smash backed into the corner, holding his head.

Michaels:

I can honestly say I never thought Smash would ever get the better of Rich Money.

Garcia:

Well, it happened here tonight!

Fry:

Hold up, guys, I’m getting some information from the back right now…Wow!

Garcia:

What is it?

Fry:

At When Hell Freezes Over, we’re going to see Adam Smash and Rich Money settle their differences, one on one!

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Eisen:
This is bull ****!

Eric Eisen swung his locker room door open and stormed into the room, Enforcer Roberts following quickly in his wake. He was already ripping his wrist tape off and slung it into the corner of the room. Spencer Spade and Lenny Brown, already in the room, snapped to attention when Eisen entered.

Eisen:
A stretcher match? Did the board forget who I am? I could get HURT out there!

Roberts:
Eric…

Eisen:
All they’re doing is pandering to those morons in the crowd that want to see Gilmore snap like he always does. It’s ridiculous!

Roberts:
Eric.

Eisen turned on his enforcer.

Eisen:
What is it?

Roberts:
A stretcher match is anything goes. No disqualifications.

Eisen:
Yeah, I get that. That’s why I’m worried.

Roberts:
No. There’s four men in this room right now. How many do you think Gilmore has with him?

Eisen finally realized what Roberts was talking about and let a grin spread across his face.

Eisen:
Just that pretty little wife of his…

Eisen turned to Spade and Brown.

Eisen:
It looks like I might actually have a use for you two after all.

Fry:

I don’t like the sound of that.

Michaels:

It sounds to me like Eisen just outsmarted Gilmore.

Garcia:

You mean Enforcer Roberts outsmarted Gilmore, right?

Fry:

That remains to be seen. Gilmore has to be expecting some sort of foul play from Eric Eisen.

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The Awesomeness vs Rogue & Paul Huntingdon w/ Emma Chase

Huey and Jefferson’s breakneck approach toward tag team wrestling kept them in this match for quite a bit longer than they maybe should have. Their inexperience was evident when they faced Rogue, a nasty brawler with nearly 15 years of experience.

Rogue was furious that he would picked to battle a pair he saw as being so far below him, and he unleashed all of his range on The Awesomeness. The fact that they kept popping back up after he put them down only made him more angry, and that resulted in Rogue crushing Huey with a Crashing On (Muscle Buster) while Huntingdon kept Jefferson busy, giving the win to the two Chase Agency employees.

Rogue & Huntingdon win, 71

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Instead of Rogue’s music playing after the match, Jack Bruce and Valiant appeared on the Supreme Screen. They looked to be standing backstage at a concert. Valiant stood in the foreground, staring intently at the camera, while Bruce lounged on a black leather couch. He held an empty bottle of scotch upside down over his mouth, trying to coax any leftover drops out.

Bruce:
…We’re out of scotch.

Valiant looked over his shoulder at Bruce.

Valiant:
Your manager’s bringing more.

He turned back toward the camera.

Valiant:
Hello, Jackie Boy.

Rogue sneered at the sound of his old nickname.

Valiant:
You did good last week. Bruised our ribs up real nice. The doctors wouldn’t even let us travel to Jersey. But there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, too. See, we’re cleared to travel starting tomorrow, and we’re hopping on a plane and heading straight to The Gardens of North Dakota. We’ll be waiting for you to get there. And if I know you, you will be there. You aren’t going to pass up a chance for a fight.

Bruce forced himself up off of the couch. He staggered over to Valiant, a drunken glaze over his eyes.

Valiant:
Time for you to go on?

A voice coming from on stage said, “Ladies and gentleman, Jack Bruce!” and the crowd, wherever they were, went absolutely nuts. Bruce grinned.

Bruce:
Oh yeah…it’s show time…

Fry:

Looks like we’ve got a fight for Thursday night!

Garcia:

Rogue and Valiant have been going at it for more than a year now. A pay-per-view without some sort of confrontation between them just seems…weird.

Michaels

: The difference here is that this time, Jack Bruce is involved.

Fry:

And his involvement really makes me believe that this one might just go to Valiant.

Garcia:

I wouldn’t take anything away from Rogue, here. That is one nasty man.

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Backstage, the camera followed close to Lobster Warrior as he wove through the bowels of the arena. Warrior stopped at a door and pounded it with his heavy gauntlet. He waited, and a second later a pissed off Brandon James opened the door. Upon seeing Warrior, James smirked.

James:
You wait until they’re all gone. You’re thinking. I like that.

Warrior shook his head.

Warrior:
This has to stop.

James:
You cost me a big paycheck when you stole my spot in the New Year's Eve Battle Royal. When I get that money back, then we call it quits. Until then, this continues.

Lobster stroked his chin with his claw.

Warrior:
Thursday night, then. Neither of us have a match. You’ll get your paycheck and a pay-per-view bonus.

James:
Is that a challenge?

Warrior:
You’re damn…snappy.

Warrior snapped his gauntlet closed.

James:
Then I accept. I’ll see you in the ring.

Garcia:

Another big match for Thursday night!

Fry:

When Hell Freezes Over is shaping up to be a big night.

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Des Davids vs Freddy Garcia

The Fabulous Freddy controlled this match early on, using his obvious edge in experience to his advantage. Davids fell into his traps repeatedly and just managed to stay alive. Des did have a couple of offensive series, though, using his athleticism to deal out damage. On one such offensive, Garcia’s tag partner James Prudence came down to the ring and hopped up onto the apron. Prudence started yapping at Davids, but Des didn’t let it get to him. When Garcia tried to take advantage of the distraction, Davids spun around and threw Garcia into Prudence. Prudence fell to the floor, and Des grabbed Garcia and launched him overhead with a Touch Down (Overhead belly to belly suplex) and scored the win!

Des wins, 63

Fry:

Des gets the win!

Michaels:

Barely.

Garcia:

A win’s a win, Peter. Give Des some credit!

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Steve Frehley vs Vengeance

Frehley and Vengeance waited until the bell rang to begin their brawl, but that doesn’t mean they meant to abide by any rules. The two immediately took their fight to ringside, where they took turns slamming one another into ring post and steps alike. This was nothing but a fight, and it continued even after the ref counted both of them out, declaring the match a draw.

Count out draw, 68.

Before the two could threaten to tear the ring to the ground, security officials and road agents alike poured out from the break to separate them. It took them a few tries, but they were finally able to tear the two apart. Once they were separated, Vengeance seemed to relax, flashing a bloody smile at Frehley.

The gesture made Frehley roar out, and The Dark Destroyer broke free of his detainers and charged forth, ripping Vengeance in half with a Dark Destroyer (Spear)! He managed to take out a couple of road agents along the way, Marcus McKing included. Frehley managed to get a couple more shots in on Vengeance before Runaway Train ripped him off of him, and, along with a full security detail, escorted Frehley to the back.

Michaels:

Wow!

Fry:

I think Frehley just killed Vengeance!

Garcia:

Not quite, Duane. It looks like Vengeance is getting up!

Michaels:

Oh, God, you’re right.

Fry:

Is there anything that can keep Vengeance down?

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Christian Faith vs Remo

Just a physical, physical brawl. Both of these men are well-versed in the way of the fist, and they threw them liberally. For most of the match, they were virtually even, trading offensive and defensive roles back and forth between one another, but Remo eventually took control after locking up Faith’s head and delivering a brutal series of knee strikes to the much older competitor’s midsection.

The body shots really seemed to slow Faith down, but that didn’t stop him from attempting a Leap of Faith (Avalanche) on Remo later on. The move didn’t pay off in the end, and Remo responded violently, brutalizing Faith with a series of high impact slams before mercifully ending it with a Destroyer (Dominator).

Remo wins, 85.

Total: 81

Rating: 12.79

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Lobster Warrior vs Brandon James</p><p>

Adam Smash vs Rich Money</p><p>

Jack Bruce & Valiant vs Rogue & Paul Huntingdon</p><p>

SPECIAL ATTRACTION: Marat Khoklov Open Challenge featuring standard "I Quit" rules</p><p>

Kitarzu · January 7, 2013

Lobster Warrior vs Brandon James

Adam Smash vs Rich Money

Jack Bruce & Valiant vs Rogue & Paul Huntingdon

SPECIAL ATTRACTION: Marat Khoklov Open Challenge featuring standard "I Quit" rules Marat Khoklov

Midnightnick · January 7, 2013

Lobster Warrior vs Brandon James

Adam Smash vs Rich Money

Jack Bruce & Valiant vs Rogue & Paul Huntingdon

SPECIAL ATTRACTION: Marat Khoklov Open Challenge featuring standard "I Quit" rules

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