RTG Wrestling: King Of The Underdogs

NeddyHernandez · June 25, 2016

<p><strong>James Maritato</strong> vs Al Magz Jr</p><p> </p><p>

<strong>JJ Rougeau</strong> vs Stallyn Smith</p><p> </p><p>

Rayman vs <strong>Extreme Tiger</strong></p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Doug Williams</strong> vs Ashley Reed</p><p> </p><p>

Jerrelle Clark vs Nooie Lee vs QT Marshall vs Matt Stryker vs <strong>???</strong></p><p> </p><p>

Josh Daniels vs <strong>Ruben T Garrison</strong></p><p> </p><p>

Aaron Draven vs <strong>???</strong></p><p> </p><p>

Best match of the night: <strong>The one with Doug Williams.</strong></p><p> </p><p>

Who will win the World Cup?: <strong>Doug Williams</strong></p>

dstephe4 · June 25, 2016

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="NeddyHernandez" data-cite="NeddyHernandez" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="41895" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><strong>James Maritato</strong> vs Al Magz Jr<p> </p><p> <strong>JJ Rougeau</strong> vs Stallyn Smith</p><p> </p><p> Rayman vs <strong>Extreme Tiger</strong></p><p> </p><p> <strong>Doug Williams</strong> vs Ashley Reed</p><p> </p><p> Jerrelle Clark vs Nooie Lee vs QT Marshall vs Matt Stryker vs <strong>???</strong></p><p> </p><p> Josh Daniels vs <strong>Ruben T Garrison</strong></p><p> </p><p> Aaron Draven vs <strong>???</strong></p><p> </p><p> Best match of the night: <strong>The one with Doug Williams.</strong></p><p> </p><p> Who will win the World Cup?: <strong>Doug Williams</strong></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Brave. Wise. But I won't tell you what, where or who.</p>

michgcs · June 25, 2016

<p>Predictions Format</p><p> </p><p>

<strong>James Maritato</strong> vs Al Magz Jr. Winner:</p><p>

<em>Kijar will kill me if I don't pick Nunzio!</em></p><p> </p><p>

<strong>JJ Rougeau</strong> vs Stallyn Smith. Winner:</p><p> </p><p>

Rayman vs <strong>Extreme Tiger</strong>. Winner:</p><p> </p><p>

Doug Williams vs <strong>Ashley Reed</strong>. Winner:</p><p>

<em>One well-known vet is enough, Doug can help put guys over</em></p><p> </p><p>

Jerrelle Clark vs Nooie Lee vs QT Marshall vs Matt Stryker vs <strong>???</strong>. Winner:</p><p> </p><p>

Josh Daniels vs<strong> Ruben T Garrison</strong>. Winner:</p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Aaron Draven</strong> vs ???. Winner:</p><p> </p><p>

Best match of the night: <strong>Draven vs ???</strong></p><p> </p><p>

Who will win the World Cup?: <strong>Draven</strong></p>

The Lariat · June 26, 2016

<p>James Maritato vs Al Magz Jr. Winner: James Maritato</p><p> </p><p>

JJ Rougeau vs Stallyn Smith. Winner: JJ Rougeau</p><p> </p><p>

Rayman vs Extreme Tiger. Winner: Extreme Tiger</p><p> </p><p>

Doug Williams vs Ashley Reed. Winner: Ashley Reed</p><p> </p><p>

Jerrelle Clark vs Nooie Lee vs QT Marshall vs Matt Stryker vs ???. Winner: Nooie Lee</p><p> </p><p>

Josh Daniels vs Ruben T Garrison. Winner: Josh Daniels</p><p> </p><p>

Aaron Draven vs ???. Winner: Aaron Draven</p><p> </p><p>

Best match of the night: Doug Williams vs. Ashley Reed</p><p> </p><p>

Who will win the World Cup?: NOOIE LEE!</p>

2Sweet · June 26, 2016

<p>James Maritato vs <strong>Al Magz Jr.</strong></p><p> </p><p>

<strong>JJ Rougeau</strong> vs Stallyn Smith.</p><p> </p><p>

Rayman vs <strong>Extreme Tiger.</strong></p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Doug Williams </strong>vs Ashley Reed.</p><p> </p><p>

Jerrelle Clark vs Nooie Lee vs <strong>QT Marshall</strong> vs Matt Stryker vs ???.</p><p> </p><p>

Josh Daniels vs <strong>Ruben T Garrison.</strong></p><p> </p><p>

Aaron Draven vs <strong>???</strong>.</p><p> </p><p>

Best match of the night: Draven/???</p><p> </p><p>

Who will win the World Cup?: Doug Williams or we riot!</p>

Kijar · June 26, 2016

<p>Little Guido</p><p>

Smith</p><p>

Ex Tiger</p><p>

Williams</p><p>

Clark</p><p>

RTG</p><p>

Draven</p><p>

MOTN: Doug Williams/Ashley Reed</p><p>

World Cup: Williams plz</p>

dstephe4 · June 29, 2016

<p>The one with four guys in an alley making bad decisions</p><p> </p><p>

<div align="center"><table width="95%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="100%"></td></tr><tr><td width="100%" colspan="7"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Alleyway.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Alleyway.jpg"</a> alt="Only the best decisions are made in alleyways like this" width="100%" title="Only the best decisions are made in alleyways like this" /></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="10" cellpadding="0"><tr><td><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>Time To Get Fancy</b></font></div></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana">"Can you guys really afford this?!"</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">asked Ty Hagen with a cynical look of disbelief. After 15 or 16 months of squeezing every penny so hard it screamed, I wasn't surprised at his skepticism. I could hardly believe it myself to tell the truth.</font> <font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana">"The homeless guy I nearly fell over on my way in here has more spare cash than you guys. Suddenly you're organizing some big, flashy tournament, inviting all kinds of stars to wrestle on it, spending all kinds of money. It's like someone kidnapped the Ruben T Garrison we all know and swapped him with a clone!"</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Hagen laughed, giving me a hearty slap on the back so hard it nearly dislodged my spine. I did my best to sound all professional and such with my answer.</font> <font color="#0F0377" size="2" face="Verdana">"It's time to think big. There's a million and one tiny indie feds in the Mid Atlantic region, with every bastard out there fighting for attention. We need an event which will set us apart from the crowd. Something to give us our own identity."</font><br><br><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Hagen was calling bullshit on this, I could see it in his face. There were a few moments of uneasy, dramatic silence. Then he just burst out laughing.</font> <font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana">"Don't get me wrong, it's a fun idea - a Wrestling World Cup - could stir up a fair bit of interest. But you guys can hardly afford to turn on the lights, let alone pay for all the posters, graphics and things you're asking for."</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">He looked at the card we'd set out for the World Cup qualifying round with a mixture of bewilderment and mirth, before adding</font> <font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana">"I'm surprised you guys have enough money to even <i>call</i> Doug Williams, let alone hire him! Look, as your official graphic designer I can make this thing look as fancy as you like. We're clearly going all-out here. And it's a good idea too, there's some talented guys on the roster who never got the shot they deserved. A gig like this could give them some exposure. Hell, it could put RTG Wrestling on the map. I'm just surprised is all. When I got the call about this new event, I thought it was just drunken bullshit or something. But you guys are being all professional now. I like it."</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">I laughed nervously before replying with</font> <font color="#0F0377" size="2" face="Verdana">"Drunken bullshit? Us? Don't be silly. We're for real now! Big time players! VIP!"</font><br><br><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><br><b>12 hours previous...</b></font><br><br><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">It was the night of the big RTG Wrestling: Back In Action after-party / ZZ Hook leaving party. It was dark. It was late. It was... me, Extreme Tiger and Father Milo Augustini in an alleyway, watching Swedish Dave puking his guts out all over the wall. I remember it well. The noises he made while heaving were hilarious and had their own echo. The acoustics in the alleyway were excellent.</font> <font color="#0078A3" size="2" face="Verdana">"This is not what I came to America for"</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">said Tiger.</font> <font color="#0078A3" size="2" face="Verdana">"This is not the glorious land of opportunity, opulence and glory which was taught to me in the school-books as a child. Those illustrious pages whispered of a magical metropolis in which dreams come true and a man can become a demigod. Nothing was mentioned of vomit splashing my shoes. These were expensive shoes, Ruben."</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Highly eloquent words for a man who had been steam-boating Tequila from a stripper's tits just ten minutes ago. I hadn't seen Tiger since then, but from the look of the crusty residue smeared all over his wrestling mask, I'd guess he'd been eating some sort of chicken. He'd clearly had enough to drink to forget that he supposedly didn't speak English, anyhow.</font><br><br><font color="#00a98f" size="2" face="Verdana">"People puke in Mexico too, my child"</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">said Father Milo, pausing only to burp up the industrial quantities of red wine he'd consumed.</font> <font color="#00a98f" size="2" face="Verdana">"This town may be a shithole the likes of which are only found in the darkest corners of the Bible, but that's not true of all of America."</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Tiger was not to be argued with, however.</font> <font color="#0078A3" size="2" face="Verdana">"At least the wrestling in this neolithic nation is of a high standard. One of the few redeeming facets of this cretinous circus of a country. I miss the wrestling back in Mexico, however. It is of a caliber unforeseen anywhere else in the world."</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Swedish Dave clearly heard this, and stopped puking his guts out just long enough to butt in.</font> <font color="#4c01b2" size="2" face="Verdana">"Bullshit. American wrestling is the best in the world. That's why we're the biggest. Sure, Japan and Mexico have good athletes - if you like gimps in leather masks doing somersaults - but America's head and shoulders the best, that's why America's wrestling product is such a global force. You don't see kids in Africa wearing NJPW shirts, do ya?! Yet there's whole families in Botswana wearing John Cena merch!"</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><br><br>Our masked amigo didn't like that. You could see the anger even through his mask. He was about to tear Swedish a new asshole, when our own man of the cloth stepped in.</font> <font color="#00a98f" size="2" face="Verdana">"Gentlemen. I'm sure many nations of this fine Earth have a high standard of wrestling. Arguing the merits of each is something we should do another time, preferably somewhere that doesn't smell like piss."</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">I agreed, adding</font> <font color="#0F0377" size="2" face="Verdana">"he's right. I saw a homeless guy biting a rat in this alley a few days ago. If we stay here any longer we'll get hives. It would be good to find out once and for all which country has the best wrestlers, though. It's something wrestling fans and internet dweebs have been arguing about since forever."</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">The idea got the drunken, beer-fueled mind of Swedish Dave working on overdrive. His words got all giddy and excited.</font> <font color="#4c01b2" size="2" face="Verdana">"So why don't we have a tournament to find out? A World Cup type thing, with wrestlers from around the world competing to find out whose country is the best. It'd be expensive, sure, but it'd put RTG Wrestling on the map!"</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">I could see Father Milo nodding sagely at this, stroking his beard like some kind of professor. He liked what he was hearing.</font> <font color="#00a98f" size="2" face="Verdana">"Let's face it Ruben, there's North Korean death camps with more prestige than this wrestling company of yours. Maybe it's time for an event which will introduce us to the world at large?"</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">It's amazing what good ideas you can have after consuming enough alcohol to kill a yak twice over. From now on, all of RTG Wrestling's big decisions will be made when drunk. Hell, it's worked well for us so far...</font><br><br><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><br><b>Back to the present...</b></font><br><br><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana">"So you guys are serious about this then. There's guys on this list from Brazil, from Japan, Puerto Rico, Italy... all over the place. This is happening, for real?"</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Hagen was still skeptical. I shot him a look that said 'trust me' and he just started laughing again. He was getting a real kick out of this, I could tell.</font> <font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana">"Hell, why not. Let's go for it. I'll prepare the posters, banners, a video package, the works. If we're gonna do this right, we have to do this properly. No more of that small-league, small-time shit we were doing before. If we're aiming for the big time, it's time to get fancy!"</font> </td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><br><b>There's still a little time left to post predictions if you haven't so far. Massive thanks to those who already have, and to all of you for taking the time to read this diary. The World Cup Qualifiers are among the most fun shows I ever booked. Can't wait to get the results out. Stay tuned, there's more juicy, fruity wrestling goodness coming this way soon...</p><p>

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dstephe4 · July 5, 2016

RTG Wrestling: The Wrestling World Cup Qualifiers

<td><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/World_Cup.jpg" alt="Everyone loves a big, shiny, slightly phalic-looking trophy" title="Everyone loves a big, shiny, slightly phalic-looking trophy" width="100%"><br><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="100%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="100%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">The Christiana Fire Hall in Delaware is home to the brave men and women of the Christiana Fire Company, who have been putting out fires, saving lives and wearing (apparently) sexy uniforms since the days of black and white TV. Budget cuts and bureaucratic bullshit meant finances were tight for this heroic fire department, so they began hiring out their hall for events. The idea was "to allow for the community to come together in a spirit of harmony". So quite how they took having 111 of our drunken, rabid, booze-crazed fans turning up on their doorstep is beyond me. We last saw these firefighters at our old venue Mickey D's Scrap Yard last year, after <strong>a full-scale riot with 30ft high flames</strong>. I'm sure us turning up to host a wrestling show right in their HQ was about as welcome as a fart in a space suit.<strong> Let's just say they weren't too happy to see us.</strong></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="100%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Augustini sets the scene</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Our authority <b>Father Milo Augustini</b> kicked things off by explaining the format of tonight's event, saying how the bouts would determine who would have the honor of representing their country at the World Cup Finals in a fortnight. He did a great job, completely improvising his promo and delivering it with the class and elegance of a particularly drunk Dean Martin. There was so much booze in his blood you could light it on fire, but when given the mic he nailed it. The crowd were <i>very</i> excited, making so much noise that the firefighters upstairs thought there'd been some sort of stampede.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 58.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/JJ_Rougeau.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Canada.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Canada2.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Stallyn_Smith.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />J.J. Rougeau vs Stallyn Smith<br>For The Right To Represent Canada</b></font><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">The first match of the World Cup Qualifiers was to decide who'd be fighting for Canada. In contention were our own <b>Stallyn Smith</b> and newcomer <b>J.J. Rougeau</b>. True wrestling fans will recognize that name. This youngster is the latest from the famous fighting Rougeau family, who've been kicking ass on wrestling's TV shows since the days of Davy Crockett. Think the Hart family, but with more anger and less birth control. Smith started strong thanks to immediate shenanigans from his tag partner <b>Al Magz Jr</b> and their mentor Father Milo. Milo said in the build-up that there was no need for a ringside ambulance, that Rougeau would be needing a hearse instead. It wasn't quite so one-sided, but Smith used a surprising amount of speed and agility to stay on top. Whenever J.J. would mount a comeback, Magz or Milo would be there to trip him up (often literally). This momentum couldn't last, however, and the seemingly cursed status of the self-proclaimed 'Super Ultimate Mega Dream Team' looked set to continue. J.J. got the upper hand through sheer no-quit attitude alone, simply outlasting his foe. After countering a Flying Headscissors into a cool-looking Leaping Powerbomb Type Thing, he unearthed an impressive variety of high flying assaults. He used a Sky Twister Press at one point, which was particularly fancy. In the end, only Father Milo was surprised at the result.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />In a decent match, J.J. Rougeau defeated Stallyn Smith in 13:23 by pinfall. During the match we also saw Al Magz Jr distract J.J. Rougeau, and Father Milo Augustini also distract J.J. Rougeau. Stallyn Smith was really off his game. Match rating: 33.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="84%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: ZZ Hook is gone forever</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">The <b>Fighter's Union</b>, with their co-founder <b>ZZ Hook</b> notably absent. They carried with them the air of a funeral. I haven't seen such sad faces since Pet Euthanasia Day at the local vets. The mood was more somber than a Goth's birthday party as <b>Matt Stryker</b> and <b>QT Marshall</b> announced that ZZ Hook would never, ever be coming back. At our last show, the vindictive <b>Chad Collyer</b> took exception to F.U's declaration of war upon him, Powerbombing Hook out the ring to the concrete floor. Turns out his back was smashed into a million tiny, inoperable pieces. He will never be seen in these parts again after doctors performed a series of emergency surgeries on him through the night. It's 50/50 whether he'll even walk again, informed Stryker. The fans were not happy, unleashing a deafening chorus of boos whenever Collyer's name was mentioned. Marshall said they would stop at nothing to avenge Hook and to ensure Collyer is wiped from wrestling for good. They claimed they're taking out Collyer for the good of all wrestling, to ensure he doesn't end any more careers, but it's blatantly just a revenge mission now.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 43</b></font>.</div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="84%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Collyer declares war</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Suddenly Collyer's music filled the air, and he came out with a sick, smug grin on his face. The boos were deafening as the fans saw he was pushing an empty wheelchair with 'Hook' spray-painted on it. Collyer mocked the fallen Hook:</font> <font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana">"Do I feel guilty? Hell no. Do <i>you</i> feel guilty when you flush a turd down the toilet?!"</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">He followed that savory verbal nugget with:</font> <font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana">"I was going to say that destroying that pathetic loser Hook was easy as swatting a fly. But a fly at least tries to get away! I was going to say it was like a lamb to the slaughter. But even the lamb knows what's coming! Hook had no idea. He was too stupid to know what would happen if he messed with my legacy. Now that crippled, has-been son of a bitch has paid the price."</font> <font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">He noted that now F.U.'s numbers are down to just two. Collyer looks forward to taking them out one at a time. When Stryker and Marshall announced they'll be adding new members soon, Collyer just laughed that twisted laugh of his, saying</font> <font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana">"good!"</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 39.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/James_Maritato.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Italy.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Italy.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Al_Magz_Jr.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />James Maritato vs Al Magz Jr<br>For The Right To Represent Italy</b></font><br /></div><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">When it was confirmed we'd booked the famous <strong>James 'Nunzio, Little Guido' Maritato</strong> I couldn't believe our luck. I almost pissed my pants with excitement. I remember back when I was some snot-nosed teenager training under 'The Franchise' Shane Douglas, I'd help set up the ring at smaller ECW shows. I remember looking up to this tiny, talented Italian superstar with admiration and awe. He took literally zero shit, and always offered me help and advice - and as much cheap, nasty red wine as my underage stomach could handle.<strong> I worshiped the guy.</strong> He was amazing, a wrestling machine, seemingly incapable of a bad match. But that was the 1990's. That was a <i>long</i> time ago. The guy who turned up tonight not only didn't remember me, but wasn't even the <em>ghost</em> of the Little Guido I once knew. I saw someone a good decade past their best trying to hang on to the shadow of their past glories like some faded dream from another lifetime.<strong> It sucked. It was painful to watch.</strong> </font></p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Al Magz Jr did his best to make this something other than a funeral piece, but like the old saying goes, you can't polish a turd. A highlight was when Magz hit a top rope Frankensteiner and celebrated by singing and dancing. For nearly a whole minute. Sure, it gave Maritato plenty of time to recover, but he got the crowd singing along to his rendition of<em> <strong>"Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting"</strong></em><strong> by Carl Douglas</strong>, which was worth the price of entry alone. Our color commentator Ty Hagen said <span class="bluetext">"I had a dream that Al Magz Jr won the Wrestling World Cup."</span> Announcer Swedish Dave responded <span class="bluetext">"Christ man, are you high or something?! You gotta be on drugs to even say that!"</span> Hagen replied <span class="bluetext">"Dave my leg broke so bad the bone ripped a hole in my flesh bigger than a whale's pussy. When the doctor saw it he nearly puked into the wound, it was that bad. You bet your blonde ass I'm on drugs. I'm watching this goofy bastard shake his ass instead of being with my wife. I must be high out my mind sitting here watching this shit!"</span> Swedish laughed so hard he had to be helped by medics. </font><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">But when Al shaking his ass is the best bit of a match, you know it was the kind that belongs in a sewer, not a ring. Hell, I don't even wanna talk about it - even writing this is making me depressed. Somehow Maritato got a pin to progress. It was more like a mercy killing when the match ended. It's not the shitty match that depresses me so much, but how much we paid for this crap. No wonder so many bookers hit the bottle.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />In a bout that had a decent reaction from the crowd but sub-par wrestling, James Maritato defeated Al Magz Jr in 12:34 by pinfall with a Legdrop Bulldog. During the match we also saw Stallyn Smith distract James Maritato, and Father Milo Augustini also distract James Maritato. James Maritato was really off his game. Match rating: 27.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="84%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Riggs has the eye of the Tiger</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">When you were a little kid and your folks took you to the zoo, did you ever feel the need to start a fight with a tiger? No? Me neither. Seems a certain <b>Johnny Riggs</b> doesn't feel the same way though. Since he came runner-up at the Tournament Of Kings, Johnny's had a shot at Extreme Tiger's Invitational Title on tap, to use whenever the hell he pleases. Since RTG Wrestling came back last month, he's been in Tiger's face and all over Twitter bragging about how he can win the gold whenever he chooses. Tonight was the same - as Tiger came down the ramp towards the ring for his match, Riggs cut him off, got on the mic and started his cocky bullshit again. He's a fan favorite and the crowd likes his 'cool dude' schtick, but <strong>if he's not careful he's gonna get eaten alive</strong>. Riggs taunted Tiger. Tiger was about to leap at Riggs' throat, but regained composure and decided to laugh at his spiky-haired foe instead. Riggs took a seat ringside to 'scout' his future opponent. Tiger yelled pretty much every single Mexican profanity under the sun, before getting in the ring. Riggs is doing a good job of getting under Tiger's skin, but he'd better be careful what he wishes for.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>

Angle rating: 43.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Rayman.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Mexico.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Mexico.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Extreme_Tiger.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br /><span class="headertext">Rayman vs Extreme Tiger<br>For The Right To Represent Mexico</span></b></font><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Despite being clearly distracted by the mouthy Johnny Riggs at ringside, <strong>Tiger was on great form tonight as always</strong>. Fueled by raw patriotism at the chance to represent the glorious Mexican nation in the World Cup, it seemed as though nothing would stop him. He fought like a man posessed. Rayman - a very high caliber operator himself - could've fired a machine gun at our Invitational Champ and not hit him. Swedish said he was <span class="bluetext">"like Roadrunner on crystal meth"</span>. He wasn't far wrong. The match itself was a spectacular high spot spectacle, with so many sequins and flying about it at times resembled an end-of-the-world battle between two fabulously camp superheroes. At the very least, the laws of gravity meant nothing to these guys. Rayman hit what Swedish informs me is called a <span class="bluetext">"Moonsault Bodyblock Suicida"</span> and nearly got the win. But then Tiger started pulling new moves out his ass again, and flattened his fellow Mexican with an <span class="bluetext">"explosion nuclear pene"</span>. As he glided to the top rope, he thrilled the fans with shouts of <span class="bluetext">"si alguno de ustedes alguna vez aprender espanol voy a estar en un montón de problemas!"</span> He then hit a damn-near perfect 450 Splash and sailed his way into the World Cup Finals. Riggs, sat ringside, didn't look too impressed.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br /><span class="footertext">In a bout that had great wrestling and a decent reaction from the crowd, Extreme Tiger defeated Rayman in 14:43 by pinfall with a 450 Splash. During the match we also had Johnny Riggs distract Extreme Tiger. Match rating: 52.</span></b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="84%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: the contenders</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><strong>Josh Daniels</strong> is riding high right now having won the superb 5 Way Dance against some of the best technical wrestlers on the circuit. Though this win raised him near to the top of the rankings here at RTG, it didn't give him the #1 Contender Spot he's been craving. He called Father Milo to the ring to correct this. Father Milo was reluctant to grant a #1 Contenders match as we technically already have one in <b>Benjamin Bray.</b> But with Bray still AWOL, and with our classy fans chanting<em><strong> "let 'em fight, let 'em fight, you bearded prick"</strong></em>, he relented, setting up a bout between Daniels and RTG's former World Trophy holder (me). <strong>Tom Carter</strong> (aka Reckless Youth) - the former ally turned enemy of Daniels - could be seen among the crowd, watching this with a furious look on his face. Carter has a shot at the World Title up his sleeve, which he can cash-in any time, but clearly didn't like the idea of Daniels crashing the party. I came out, acted like a prize-winning-asshole for a little while, before getting things under way with a devious punch to the throat of Daniels. The fans began throwing junk at me and the opening bell hadn't even sounded. Christ I love this job.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 40.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Josh_Daniels.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Ruben_T_Garrison.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br /><span class="headertext">Josh Daniels vs Ruben T Garrison<br>#1 Contenders Bout</span></b></font><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">You could feel the eyes of Tommy Carter burning holes in Josh Daniels throughout this match. He was a distraction throughout, yelling taunts and even throwing stuff at his former friend. Ever hear the saying 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer?' I'm sure Daniels would agree Carter was a little too close for comfort. Add this constant distraction to my encyclopedic knowledge of asshole cheapshots and shenanigans, and Josh was in for a hard night's work. It was like I harnessed the spirit of every old school heel in wrestling history, using dirty tricks that'd make Flair blush. I choked him on the ropes so often he looked like he'd been lynched. His head was rammed into an exposed turnbuckle so often his eyes spun in his skull like a shitty comic book character. And while the ref was busy putting the turnbuckle cover back on, I was on the outside throwing Daniels face-first into a conveniently placed fire engine. <strong>Yes, really. I actually used a fire engine as a weapon. Take <i>that</i> WWE!</strong>. All this served to just piss off the technical supremo, however, and he soon had me back in the ring, dishing out a good old-fashioned ass kicking. He made me tap with an Ankle Lock that nearly detached half my leg. Rumors spread by Swedish Dave claiming I was later seen backstage crying like a girl are completely untrue, I assure you. Daniels had another big win and was now officially #1 Contender, and was met by cheers from everyone in crowd. Everyone, that is, except for Carter, who looked <i>pissed.</i> </font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br /><span class="footertext">In a superb match, Josh Daniels defeated Ruben T Garrison in 14:58 by submission. During the match we also had Tommy Carter distract Josh Daniels. Match rating: 49.</span></b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="84%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: star gazing</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">The internet dweebs who follow our stinky little company were catapulted into what a drunken Extreme Tiger called<span class="bluetext"> "a parabolic masturbation frenzy"</span> when they heard <strong>Doug Williams</strong> would be competing. I can't quite believe it myself, frankly. Yes he cost more money to hire than a squadron of ninjas, and was harder to track than the god-damned A-Team. But money alone isn't enough to bring top names to your show. I thought it would be years before our tiny, piss-ant fed could even dream of pulling in guys of his caliber. It's like some weird, vivid dream. Also star-struck was <strong>Tommy Kim</strong> who took the time to get some priceless advice from the grizzled veteran, who was more than happy to pass on his experience to a younger generation. RTG champ <strong>Aaron Draven</strong> also got in on the conversation, thrilled to be hanging with a quasi-legend like Williams. His look of awe soon turned to spite, however, when he realized he may be face to face with a future contender for his coveted RTG Title. There's every chance we could see any combination of these three guys locking horns in the near future.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 38.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Doug_Williams.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Britain.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Britain.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Ashley_Reed.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />Doug Williams vs Ashley Reed<br />For The Right To Represent Britain</b></font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><br /><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">We made an online poll which asked our drunken, rabid fans which match they thought would be the best of the night. It was no surprise when the majority picked the one involving probably the greatest pure wrestler on the planet. Doug Williams may be in his 40s now, but he's still head and shoulders over any of the re-fried shit American TV nowadays calls 'wrestling'. Some argue Kurt Angle maybe edges him on technical ability, or maybe one of those guys from Japan, but I think Doug has the edge. Our fans - despite being psychotic, manic and strangely sticky to the touch, gave him one hell of a reception. You'd think The Queen had come to visit given all the fanfare. Compared to that, the lukewarm welcome Ashley Reed received seemed almost mean in comparison. I nearly felt sorry for the guy. The contest itself was actually a much more 50/50 affair than many would've expected. An intelligent chess match of a bout, which saw the faster, more high-flying Reed dominate early on. He utilized speed to stay just out of reach of Williams, who used the opening half to scout his opponent. <strong>As he warmed into the fight, however, it became clear there could be only one winner.</strong> Williams had a counter for every offence and towards the end it was like watching a bear mauling a fish. The finish left nobody surprised, but it was a great bout. Even in defeat, Reed came out with a lot of credit, but this was always going to be the Doug Williams show. Twitter came alive after the bout streamed live on YouTube, with many fans listing him as favorite to win the World Cup. Aaron Draven could be seen peeking through the curtains, looking on nervously at this potential new foe.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />In a bout that had great wrestling and good heat, Doug Williams defeated Ashley Reed in 18:09 by pinfall with a Chaos Theory. Match rating: 50.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="84%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: a fancy video package</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Thanks to our hiring of newly formed design studio HagenClarkDesigns, we can now air fancy video packages at our shows. We're the hot shit now, you see. Next up was a superbly edited, state of the art video segment highlighting the competitors who'd been confirmed in the fight to represent America - <b>Jerrelle Clark, Nooie Lee,</b> Matt Stryker, QT Marshall... and a new addition confirmed only this morning... Tommy Kim. It looked awesome. Professional. But it was wasted on our drunken asshole fans, who instead went to the bar to fuel up on booze. Literally not one of them gave a shit. They were too busy burping, drunkenly hitting on the five or so women in attendance, harassing the fire-fighters, or pissing on a nearby wall. They say you can measure the class of a fed by looking at it's fans. <strong>If that's the case, we're screwed</strong>.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 21.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="84%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: room for one more?</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Our five American competitors hit the ring to warm ovation, ready to kick the living shit out of each other for the sake of our beloved country. It's the American Way, after all. Suddenly the music of <strong>Derek Frazier</strong> hit the air, and the crowd instantly turned hostile. Frazier became a household name in RTG not because of his (very good) wrestling skills, but by being the biggest prick imaginable and by trying to literally cripple people. So his sudden, unexpected arrival was about as welcome as a plague of wasps on a nudist beach. It's been noted by some fans that Derek Frazier shows about as much charisma as Lance Storm having a stroke. And yes, there's porn stars with better acting skills. But he's a damn solid mic guy who stays on message. And his message was simple: he wanted in on the USA qualifier.</font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"> He called the 5 men in the ring <span class="bluetext">"pussy bitch losers"</span> and<span class="bluetext"> "the worst thing to happen to America since that Kardashian bitch started sucking dick on the internet."</span> This whipped up the participants into a frenzy. Father Milo had to interrupt to maintain order. He said nobody wanted to fight Frazier because of his tendency to break necks. He said Frazier was too high risk to be in the ring with anyone. The fans disagreed, chanting<em><strong> "let him in! Let him in!"</strong></em> Followed by<em><strong> "f**k him up, you guys, f**k him up!"</strong></em><strong></strong> Father Milo likes to make the people happy, and likes to make examples of those who choose to be assholes. He was more than happy to make this a 6 way match.</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>Angle rating: 50.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Jerrelle_Clark.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Nooie_Lee.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/QT_Marshall.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Matt_Stryker.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Tommy_Kim.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Derek_Frazier.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />Jerrelle Clark vs Nooie Lee vs QT Marshall vs Matt Stryker vs Tommy Kim <em>(late addition)</em> vs Derek Frazier<em> (very late addition)</em><br>For The Right To Represent America</b></font><br /></div><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">He may be more hated than the Zika virus, but I've got to admit <strong>Derek Frazier has balls</strong>. He threw himself straight at all 5 of his opponents, pelting them with vicious punches and kicks, going at it like a house on fire. The numbers quickly proved to be too much, however. Before long he was being thrown around the ring like a rag doll. Each of the competitors had their turn kicking his ass, hitting their finishing move and stomping Frazier's head into the dirt, before the next would take over, and so on. After a couple of minutes Frazier was visibly seeing stars, and the crowd were loving every second of his comeuppance. He was then dropped head-first out the ring, like how a cat discards a mouse it's bored of torturing. Frazier had just enough left in the tank to climb back onto the ring apron, where he lay un-moving for a <i>very</i> long time.</font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">The next phase of the match saw two teams emerge. QT Marshall and Matt Stryker naturally had each other's backs, both being members of the F.U. Jerrelle and Nooie also worked well once again as a team. Both sides enjoyed a good share of offense in athletic competition involving a good mix of high flying and submission wrestling. Tommy Kim wisely ducked out at this point, watching with a smile as the four men ripped chunks off each other. The F.U guys never looked comfortable in there, as both were constantly on the look-out for Chad Collyer, who did not appear. Soon enough the two teams were hurt and tired, and it was time for 'Funky' Tommy Kim to strike. <strong>He lit up all four guys with the kind of Knife Edge Strikes that would give lesser mortals nightmares for years to come.</strong> It was like watching a Samurai slicing up unarmed victims. When Kim's got his mojo running, he's damn-near invincible. Finally it was just Jerrelle and Kim left standing as the two men gave it their all, using their last reserves of energy to pound each other with hilariously stiff kicks and forearms. But then Clark raised one arm in the air and the crowd was on its feet! Kim walked right into the hottest move in RTG - the dreaded Bitch Slap! <span class="bluetext">"Holy Christ!"</span> Swedish Dave shrieked. <span class="bluetext">"Tommy's lucky he wasn't decapitated by that strike! His jaw may well be broken! He'll be eating through a straw for weeks!"</span></font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Jerrelle went for the pin, which would certainly have spelled victory... <strong>were it not for his mortal enemy referee Bill Clark.</strong> I'm not saying the count was slow, but watching it back on YouTube I had enough time to cut my own hair before he got even close to a 3. Kim kicked out, Jerrelle was furious, and started screaming in the face of RTG's only official. Kim snuck up from behind with a Schoolboy Pin, which almost won him the match via a count so fast it nearly broke the Space / Time Continuum. The crowd was on it's feet as Jerrelle <i>just</i> got the shoulder up. Both men got to their feet, exhausted, barely able to stand. Suddenly Derek Frazier slid back into the ring, having been forgotten about for much of the match. He took both men down with a Springboard Double Clothesline, before tossing Kim out the ring like trash. Jerrelle, having given it his all throughout the match, was no match for the recovered Frazier. The whole venue echoed with boos as Frazier hit a devastating Spinning Brainbuster, followed by a simple pin, which the ref was more than happy to count.</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>In a bout that had great wrestling and a decent reaction from the crowd, Derek Frazier defeated QT Marshall, Jerrelle Clark, Nooie Lee, Tommy Kim and Matt Stryker in 19:33 when Derek Frazier defeated Jerrelle Clark by pinfall. Match rating: 48.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="84%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Fear of the unknown</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><strong>Aaron Draven is proud to be the people's champion.</strong> He's said over and over how it's a dream come true to wear the RTG World Title, that he wants to be an inspiration to others. We had plenty more of that do-gooder bullshit from our pint-sized mainstay in his promo tonight. The fans ate it up like an all you can eat buffet. But his tone changed when he spoke about who his opponent tonight could be. Would it be Zumbi? Possibly<span class="bluetext"> "that random Puerto Rican asshole?"</span> Could it be<span class="bluetext"> "that weird punk rock bitch from Japan?"</span> Suddenly there were shades of doubt and paranoia in his voice. With competitors circling like vultures and RTG's top names ready to strike at any time, the pressure seems to be mounting on the self-proclaimed 'Omega'. He was visibly sweating by the time his opponent's music began to play.</font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Draven may be so small I'm actually convinced he wears children's clothes, but there's no doubting his determination or ability. But anyone would have a hard time scouting multiple potential opponents, each with vastly different styles, backgrounds, cultures and strengths. <strong>You could see the pressure was getting to him as the lights went out</strong>, cheesy 80s style power metal blared over the sound system, and the Japanese wrestling machine <strong>Taichi Ishikari</strong> came flying at him like a God-damned SCUD missile. It was like watching a deer getting flattened by a truck as Ishikari leaped through the ropes with a Suicide Dive, hitting Draven so hard it sent him clean out the ring to the floor below. Milliseconds later Taichi was airborne again, his Twisting Corkscrew Plancha squashing Draven like a bug on a windshield.</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>Angle rating: 46</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<table width="77%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Aaron_Draven.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Taichi_Ishikari.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />'Omega 'Aaron Draven © vs Taichi Ishikari<br />For The RTG World Title</b></font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><br /><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Having trained to fight the ferocious Yoshihiro Taijiri, the relentless Japanese challenger Ishikari was left in limbo when his opponent pulled out due to a knee injury. Suddenly all that focus, all that energy was left with no outlet. Taichi was desperate to fight somebody - anybody - so when given the chance to take on the RTG World Champion he leaped at the chance like a man possessed. This was evident in the unstoppable nature of his offence, as he threw his less experienced opponent around the ring like he was a child. Every hold Draven tried was quickly countered into something twice as painful. Every strike was blocked and countered with one of much greater force. Even Draven's signature High Flying moves were of little effect, with the Japanese challenger always one step ahead. It seemed that Draven's lack of preparation would be his downfall, that this foreign opponent was of a whole other level.<strong> Finally, however, Draven did what all good champions do - he found that extra reserve of energy from deep within.</strong> He leaped to his feet like a corpse resurrected, like there was lightning in his veins. Ishikari flew at him with a Twisting Moonsault, but was caught in mid-air, Draven turning it into a sick Leaping Powerbomb, for a close 2 count. For the briefest moments Ishikari was stunned. The self-proclaimed 'Omega' capitalized, hitting his Draven Deathride finisher for the victory. As the crowd cheered the defending RTG Champion looked more relieved than happy, knowing damn well how close he'd come to losing the title of his dreams. There was no celebration. There were no smiles, just a look of concerned relief on his face. Taichi on the other hand made a huge statement here, and looks a force to be reckoned with at the World Cup Finals.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />In a bout that had great wrestling and good heat, Aaron Draven defeated Taichi Ishikari in 14:33 by pinfall with a Draven Deathride. Aaron Draven makes defence number 3 of his RTG World Title. Match rating: 51.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />

<font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>Overall rating: 50.</b>

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dstephe4 · July 6, 2016

<p>The Predictions League After The World Cup Qualifiers</p><p> </p><p>

<br><div align="center"><table width="97%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><div align="center"><p><font color="#ffffff" size="5" face="Verdana"><b>The Official RTG Wrestling Predictions League</b></font><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"><br /><br />The World Cup Qualifiers are now in the history books. Let's have a look at our scores so far - thank you to all who took the time to write out their predictions. As before, each person's score will be calculated as follows:<br /><b><br />Number Of Matches Correct + Number Of Shows Predicted On.</b></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana">An extra point may be given on some cards for correctly naming the best match of the show, and there'll be other random opportunities to win bonus points too. If the winner of a match is someone other than those listed on the original card, I don't count that match.</font><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"><br><br></font></p></div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="1%" colspan="6"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Current Standings...</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><img src="<a href="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar881105_1.gif" rel="external nofollow">http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar881105_1.gif"</a> width="80" height="80" border="1" /></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>Electric X - 9 points</b></font></td><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><img src="<a href="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar881225_1.gif" rel="external nofollow">http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar881225_1.gif"</a> width="80" height="80" border="1" /></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>The Lariat - 6 points</b></font></td></tr><tr><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="left"><img src="<a href="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar51670_5.gif" rel="external nofollow">http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar51670_5.gif"</a> width="80" height="80" border="1" /></div></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>michgcs - 9 points</b></font></td><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="left"><img src="<a href="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar881206_1.gif" rel="external nofollow">http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar881206_1.gif"</a> width="80" height="80" border="1" /></div></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>NeddyHernandez - 5 points</b></font></td></tr><tr><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="left"><img src="<a href="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar879502_6.gif" rel="external nofollow">http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar879502_6.gif"</a> width="80" height="80" border="1" /></div></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>MisterRomanini - 9 points</b></font></td><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="left"></div></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td></tr><tr><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><img src="<a href="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar67665_8.gif" rel="external nofollow">http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar67665_8.gif"</a> width="80" height="80" border="1" /></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="center"></div></td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>Kijar - 9 points</b></font></td><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="center"></div></td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td></tr><tr><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><img src="<a href="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar880441_3.gif" rel="external nofollow">http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar880441_3.gif"</a> width="80" height="80" border="1" /></td><td align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>2Sweet - 7 points</b></font></td><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td align="left" valign="middle"> </td></tr><tr><td colspan="6"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Pretty much everyone thought Doug Williams vs Ashley Reed would win match of the night (myself included). It was a pleasant surprise when Extreme Tiger's match (only just) stole the show. The World Cup Finals are up next - stay tuned, and thanks for reading!</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></div><br></p>

dstephe4 · July 7, 2016

<p>The one where WWE's team of spies blatantly steal Ruben's clever ideas</p><p> </p><p>

<br><table width="97%" border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/WWE_CWC.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/WWE_CWC.jpg"</a> width="100%"/><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="84%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">"Assholes!" (RTG World Cup Qualifiers Post-Show)</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><span class="bluetext">"ASSHOLES!"</span><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"> I screamed, slamming my fist down on the laptop so hard I nearly broke the damn thing. <span class="bluetext">"WHAT A BUNCH OF SHIT-EATING, IDEA-STEALING, BACK-STABBING, NO-GOOD TWO-TIMING ASSHOLES!"</span> Needless to say I was more than just a little unhappy. My angry screams drew the attention of Swedish Dave, who interrupted his daily hair-bleaching ritual to see what all the commotion was. He saw my face and looked horrified.<span class="othertext"> "Jesus Ruben, what's the matter?"</span> I took a deep breath, doing all I could to stop myself hurling the laptop through the window in frustration. Swedish had seen the look of rage on my face and was clearly concerned for me. He probably thought I was going into some sort of cocaine withdrawal psychosis or something. His grief-stricken expression deserved an answer, so I gave him one. <span class="bluetext">"Those shit-eating pricks at WWE have stolen our idea! The Wrestling World Cup was OUR idea! It was OUR thing! And these opportunistic bastards have ripped off our concept! Look at this shit!"</span><br><br>I pointed at the laptop screen accusingly. Swedish took a peek, then burst out into uncontrollable laughter. This only made me sulk more. After taking a few moments to regain his composure, he said<span class="othertext"> "Jesus Ruben, I thought it was something, you know... serious. You had me scared for a moment there."</span> I was livid. <span class="bluetext">"Serious? SERIOUS?! What could be more serious than this?! I don't know how they've done it, but somehow WWE stole our idea! They must have spies or something! Or hidden cameras maybe?" </span>My anger had morphed into full-blown paranoia, which only made Swedish laugh more. <span class="othertext">"No Ruben this isn't some sort of weird conspiracy. This is the WWE Cruiserweight Classic. It's been in the pipeline for months. Unsigned talent all around the globe have been scrambling like rats to be part of it. Word is that England's Zack Sabre Jr and Scotland's Noam Dar are set to steal the show."</span> His words only confused me further. <span class="bluetext">"But... but..."</span> I stammered like a dateless geek trying in vein to sweet-talk a lady <span class="bluetext">"this was meant to be OUR thing! Look, they've even got flags next to each competitor and everything. Hell, this crap's basically the same thing as ours! Their name's a little different, but those heartless bastards are doing exactly the same thing as us! This... this... it's... IT'S JUST NOT FAIR DAMNIT!"</span> My voice was wobbling like crazy. I looked like I was about to explode into tears like some overly-hormonal teenage girl. Swedish didn't know whether to hug me or slap me. Instead he just stood there in silence with a goofy look on his face, unsure of what to say or do next.<br><br>I read the website further, interrogating it with my eyes, trying to make sense of how this travesty could have happened. Suddenly I saw something that set off my temper again like a God-damn nuke. <span class="bluetext">"That lying bastard! I knew the sneaky little prick wasn't really injured!"</span> I pointed to the screen with fury. Swedish read the words out loud.<span class="othertext"> "Longtime friends and former World Tag Team Champions Tajiri and William Regal reunite as The Japanese Buzzsaw prepares for the Cruiserweight Classic."</span> [ <a href="<a href="http://www.wwe.com/shows/Cruiserweightclassic?gclid=CPyE1J2v4c0CFQccGwod4ncGcA" rel="external nofollow">http://www.wwe.com/shows/Cruiserweightclassic?gclid=CPyE1J2v4c0CFQccGwod4ncGcA"</a> target="_blank"><strong>Link</strong></a> ] He looked amused, saying <span class="othertext">"I kinda expected this. You were honestly expecting a seasoned pro like Taijiri to say no to Vince McMahon and all his millions, in favor of some tiny little fed from nowhere?"</span> I shrugged. Swedish put his arm around me and did his best to console me, using a soothing tone to try and calm me from my temper tantrum.<span class="othertext"> "Look, regardless of whether or not those WWE goons beat you to the World Cup thing is irrelevant. We've still got some amazing talent on our next show, and the fans are very excited to see who's going to win. We should be thankful at being able to put on a show of this magnitude, given we've only been around for about a year, and given all the riots and other random shit we've been through. So what if those bitches have Taijiri? We have Doug Williams. And Taichi Ishikari. And Brazilian superstar Zumbi who's flying in especially for this show. And that Puerto Rican guy that nobody can remember the name of. What I'm trying to say is we should be proud of what we're doing here. Forget those clowns at WWE. Let's just focus on our own thing and have some fun, yeah?"</span> I nodded at him, too emotional to speak. He shot me a smug grin before going back into his room. I stared blankly at the screen once again, my mind awash with every emotion imaginable. <span class="bluetext">"I never liked those assholes anyway"</span> I said under my breath, slamming the laptop shut, and crawling into bed under the safety of my duvet.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana" class="headertext"><b>The card for the RTG Wrestling World Cup Finals will be posted soon. Thank you all for reading, hope you're liking this World Cup thing so far.</b></font></p><p><b><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana">And yes, shame on those WWE assholes for stealing Ruben's idea. Shame, shame, shame...</font></b></p></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></p>

dstephe4 · July 8, 2016

<p>The one where we finally remember what the hell that Puerto Rican guy's name is</p><p> </p><p>

michgcs · July 9, 2016

<p><em>The truth is, WWE stole the World Cup idea from someone else LOL *ahem* But I liked how your guys had to qualify to make it in </em><img alt="" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/tongue.png.ceb643b2956793497cef30b0e944be28.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p> </p><p>

Quarter Final: Extreme Tiger vs <strong>Zumbi</strong></p><p>

<em>Zumbi was the one who got cut from the CWC, right?</em></p><p> </p><p>

Quarter Final: <strong>Doug Williams</strong> vs James Maritato</p><p>

<em>Aw man, why you gotta force Kijar to choose between two of his guys?!</em></p><p> </p><p>

Quarter Final: JJ Rougeau vs <strong>Taichi Ishikari</strong></p><p>

<em>'Coz Japan > a Young Bucks wannabe </em><img alt="" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/biggrin.png.929299b4c121f473b0026f3d6e74d189.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p> </p><p>

Quarter Final: Lince Dorado vs <strong>Derek Frazier</strong></p><p><strong>

</strong></p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Ruben T Garrison</strong> vs Nooie Lee (w/ Jerrelle Clark)</p><p>

<em>He's gotta let the anger out somehow, right? </em><img alt="" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/tongue.png.ceb643b2956793497cef30b0e944be28.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p>

ElectricX · July 9, 2016

<p>Quarter Final: <strong>Extreme Tiger</strong> vs Zumbi</p><p> </p><p>

Quarter Final: <strong>Doug Williams</strong> vs James Maritato</p><p> </p><p>

Quarter Final: JJ Rougeau vs <strong>Taichi Ishikari</strong></p><p> </p><p>

Quarter Final: Lince Dorado vs <strong>Derek Frazier</strong></p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Ruben T Garrison</strong> vs Nooie Lee (w/ Jerrelle Clark)</p>

MisterRomanini · July 9, 2016

<p>Quarter Final: <strong>Extreme Tiger</strong> vs Zumbi</p><p> </p><p>

Quarter Final: <strong>Doug Williams</strong> vs James Maritato</p><p> </p><p>

Quarter Final: JJ Rougeau vs <strong>Taichi Ishikari</strong></p><p> </p><p>

Quarter Final: Lince Dorado vs <strong>Derek Frazier</strong> - <strong>MOTN</strong></p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Ruben T Garrison</strong> vs Nooie Lee (w/ Jerrelle Clark)</p><p>

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Kijar · July 9, 2016

<p>Extreme Tiger</p><p>

Doug Williams-sorry to my boy Guido, Doug is the man</p><p>

Taichi Ishikari</p><p>

Frazier</p><p>

RTG</p><p>

Williams will win it all</p><p>

MOTN: hmm.. Dougy/Guido? wishful thinking</p>

dstephe4 · July 10, 2016

Thanks for the predictions so far. <strong>Remember:</strong> there's an extra point up for grabs for correctly naming the match of the night. There's an extra point for naming who'll win the World Cup - you can change your prediction at this stage if you like.

The Lariat · July 10, 2016

Quarter Final: Extreme Tiger vs Zumbi

Tiger's still gonna kick ass

Quarter Final: Doug Williams vs James Maritato

Sadly Maritato's on the decline while Williams never ages.

Quarter Final: JJ Rougeau vs Taichi Ishikari

I just like Rougeau

Quarter Final: Lince Dorado vs Derek Frazier

With how people have been hyping him (albeit while not remembering his name), I have to think there's some sort of plan for him

Ruben T Garrison vs Nooie Lee (w/ Jerrelle Clark)

I like Nooie and it seems like RTG is kinda on the downswing at the moment.

dstephe4 · July 11, 2016

<p>The one where the universe is not our friend this morning</p><p> </p><p>

<br><table width="97%" border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Answerphone.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Answerphone.jpg"</a> width="100%"/><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="84%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">'Leave A Message After The Beep' (RTG World Cup Finals Pre-Show)</font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p class="bluetext"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">In the months between when Road To Glory Wrestling closed and when it re-opened again, I found an old phone / answering machine combo in a dumpster outside my apartment. A hilariously big, 1987 style beast of a machine with casette storage and wooden decals. It was ridiculous. I had to have it. It was love at first sight. The morning before our World Cup Finals, however, I changed my mind. <strong>Suddenly this ridiculously kitsch old nicknack became the bane of my life.</strong> The best thing about cell phones is you can put them on 'silent' mode and ignore the hundreds of people calling you with questions. But with this big, loud 1980's piece of junk there's no 'off' switch. Plus, thanks to a built-in amplifier sent straight from the gates of Hell itself, you could hear the bastard thing from about 7 miles away. During the night before the show I got about an hour's sleep due to all the people trying to get hold of me. I was on the phone all night, organizing this, sorting out that. Finally I passed out about 6am, only to be woken by the deafening beep of the answer-phone. I had messages. Hoo-f**king-ray.</font></p><p class="bluetext"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">I pressed the 'play' button and pulled the pillow around my head, trying to block out the morning light which seemed to be burning my retinas to ashes. My eyes felt like someone'd put lit cigarettes in them. Every noise was like a rusty buzz-saw chopping through my brain. My entire skull felt like someone had tenderized it with a sledgehammer. I felt about 100 years old that morning. You'd think that after booking 17 full-scale wrestling shows I'd be used to all this, but my cocaine-ravaged, skinny, depleted old husk of a body just couldn't deal with this shit. And what I heard coming out of that ridiculously loud, crackly old speaker didn't make me feel any better.</font></p><p class="bluetext"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="othertext">"You have 6 new messages."</font></p><p class="bluetext"><span class="othertext"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="othertext">"Message 1, sent today at 6:16am."</font><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"></font></span><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="bluetext"> "Ruben, it's Rachel Summerlyn. I know it's early but I got bad news. Our Japanese superstar Taichi Ishikari just caught an emergency, last-minute flight back to the land of the rising sun. I don't know all the details thanks to his panicked phone call and his broken English, but I got the jist that his wife's seriously ill. He sends a million apologies and says he'll make it up to us, but right now his ass is on a plane. We've gotta come up with some sort of plan to replace him, otherwise the fans are gonna shit all over us. We need ideas, Ruben! Call me soon as you hear this."</font></p><p class="bluetext"><span class="othertext"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="othertext">"Message 2, sent today at 6:40am."</font></span><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="bluetext"> "Hey dickhead, it's Troy. Call me you skinny bastard. Bye."</font></p><p class="bluetext"><span class="othertext"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="othertext">"Message 3, sent today at 7:01am."</font></span><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="bluetext"> "Ruben T Garrison, listen to me, this is Franklin, your next door neighbor. I've had it with you. I warned you a thousand times. For Christ's sake will you stop that friend of yours Rickey Shane Page from pissing on my lawn?! It's just... wrong! He was at it again two days ago. The last thing I need with my heart condition is seeing some weird looking guy standing in my bushes, peeing on my flowers, staring me in the eye while he defocates on my roses. It's freaky. You need to sort it out Ruben, or I'm calling the police!"</font> </p><p class="bluetext"><span class="othertext"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="othertext">"Message 4, sent today at 7:17am."</font></span><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="bluetext"> "Ruben, my child, it is Father Milo. I apologise for calling you at this ungodly hour, but Stallyn Smith will not stop complaining at me. Ever since he lost to Rougeau in the World Cup Qualifiers he's been whining like a spoiled child, and harassing me on social media. He's demanding a rematch after the World Cup is done with. I think we should agree, Ruben, otherwise he's just going to keep complaining, and I'll end up breaking his jaw. I think he was proud of being RTG's #1 Canadian. Granted, he was RTG's<em> only</em> Canadian, but ego is a strange thing. Call me when you can, before he nags me any further and I end up showing him my baseball bat. Lord be with you. Milo."</font></p><p class="bluetext"><span class="othertext"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="othertext">"Message 5, sent today at 7:23am."</font></span><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="bluetext"> "Ruben. Troy. Call. Me."</font></p><p class="bluetext"><span class="othertext"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="othertext">"Message 6, sent today at 7:44am."</font></span><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="bluetext"> "Ruben it's Ty Hagen. Sorry to have to do this, buddy, but I can't do color commentary on the World Cup Finals like I promised. My wife just called an ambulance. My ass is headed back to hospital. I woke up this morning and the wound on my leg was smelling like worm shit. Could be nothing, but I'm signing off for a while until those geeky doctor guys fix me back up. Sorry for the short notice, pal."</font></p><p class="bluetext"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana" class="othertext">"End of messages."</font></p><p>I pulled the pillow back over my face and curled up into a little ball, fetal style, refusing to leave the safety of my bed. Bad news in wrestling will haunt you like a ghost. And just recently the bad news was relentless, pounding away at my skull like a jackhammer. I wanted to go back to sleep, to shut out the world and all it's problems, to just hide myself away until everything was okay again. Maybe if I closed my eyes long enough, I'd wake up again and all this would be just a bad dream. But no. This is the real world. And here in real life, you just have to face up to your problems like a man, no matter how much they make your head wanna explode. It's all just part of the weird and wonderful adventure that is Road To Glory Wrestling.</p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana" class="headertext"><b><br />Results the RTG Wrestling World Cup Finals will be posted soon. Stay tuned!</b></font></p></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br></p>

michgcs · July 12, 2016

Oh man, when it rains, it pours sh*t down your pants, huh? What a crappy way to start the day <img alt="

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dstephe4 · July 14, 2016

<p>The one with a big, heart-warming hug at the end</p><p> </p><p>

<br><link href="<a href="http://www.twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/RTGcss.css" rel="external nofollow">http://www.twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/RTGcss.css"</a> rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"><link href="RTGcss.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"><div align="center"><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/World_Cup.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/World_Cup.jpg"</a> alt="Everyone loves a big, shiny, slightly phalic-looking trophy" title="Everyone loves a big, shiny, slightly phalic-looking trophy" width="100%"></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: The devastating power of Taylor Swift</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><br>We've got this thing online where fans of RTG Wrestling can reserve tickets via the strange magic of the internet, then pay on the day. Based on these numbers we were expecting a record crowd of 140+ at our World Cup Finals.<strong> But that was before we reckoned with the devastating power of Taylor Swift.</strong> Turns out that pain in the ass Pop Princess did a show 10 miles down the road and all the cool kids went to that instead. We had to make do with a crowd of 105 - still pretty decent considering our fed is so obscure some people online think it's fictional. Our authority <strong>Father Milo Augustini</strong> explained to the fans that Taichi Ichikari and Ty Hagen wouldn't be with us tonight, and why. The fans thought it was bullshit, and assumed they'd gone to see Taylor Swift too. These sudden absences meant a space was now available in the World Cup Finals. Augustini offered an open challenge to anyone willing to fight for that spot. 3 men accepted. An impromptu match was made.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 56.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Ashley_Reed.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Ashley_Reed.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Tommy_Kim.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Tommy_Kim.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Jerrelle_Clark.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Jerrelle_Clark.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />Ashley Reed vs Tommy Kim vs Jerrelle Clark<br>For A Last Minute Slot In The World Cup Finals</b></font><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><br>These three guys were thrilled at this chance. It's like the old saying goes - 'one man's misfortune is another man's luck' - whatever the reason behind Taichi Ishikari pissing off back to Japan, these guys were more than happy to take his place. It was a high-speed, entertaining (if chaotic) match which really got the fans warmed up. All three guys showed some awesome interaction with the crowd, <strong>Jerrelle Clark</strong> especially having those crazed, drunken bastards in the palm of his hand. The end came when Jerrelle went for his dreaded Bitch Slap maneuver, but<strong> Tommy Kim</strong> ducked, and Clark hit the corner-post full-pelt.<span class="bluetext"> "Christ almighty"</span> squealed our solo announcer Swedish Dave <span class="bluetext">"the ring may be broken after that impact! I'm amazed Jerrelle's arm hasn't fallen off after such a strike!"</span> After taking a moment to laugh at the sight of Jerrelle crying like a baby, Kim went to work on <strong>Ashley Reed</strong>, nearly cutting him in half with some ridiculous Knife Edge Chops. A well-timed Mexican Surfboard submission quickly followed, along with the bell. A fun match considering these guys had basically zero time to prepare. I was surprised to see Ashley looking like a passenger in this bout though - perhaps due to his British style not gelling with the faster-paced American style of the other two.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Ashley Reed was the weak link, struggling to keep up with everyone else's in-ring performance. In a decent match, Tommy Kim defeated Jerrelle Clark and Ashley Reed in 10:26 when Tommy Kim defeated Ashley Reed by submission. Knife Edge Chops: 16. Match rating: 43.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: 'Kick Ass' Nooie Lee intends to once again kick ass.</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><strong><br>Nooie Lee</strong> has been on a mission to prove to the world that him getting to the final of the Tournament Of Kings was no fluke. He asked Father Milo to give him a chance to show what he can do at the World Cup Finals, with the eyes of the world watching. In stepped former RTG World Trophy holder <strong>Ruben T Garrison</strong> (me). Anyone following me on social media knows I've been more than just a little upset at conceding a couple of losses recently. I wanted a win over Nooie to set things right. After some industrial-strength swearing from me, Father Milo relented and set up a match between us for later in the show. The winner would be thrust toward the upper echelons of RTG's rankings. The loser would be... well... screwed, basically...</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 51</b></font>.</div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Zumbi.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Zumbi.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Brazil.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Brazil.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Mexico.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Mexico.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Extreme_Tiger.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Extreme_Tiger.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />Zumbi vs Extreme Tiger<br>Quarter Final Of The Wrestling World Cup</b></font><br /></div><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">When I was a little kid I used to imagine what it would be like if my favorite superheroes ever did battle. I'd picture the high-flying, stratospheric carnage that would ensue. My childhood brain would fizz with ideas of cosmic explosions, seemingly impossible high-speed assaults and space-age costumes. It was like someone sucked those images out my brain with a magic vacuum cleaner then fired them all over the RTG ring. I can't even begin to describe the action to you. It was insane. The comments section of our YouTube live feed was full of words like 'awesome', 'thrilling', 'ridiculous', 'fabulous' and 'mental.' I can also tell you that <strong>Zumbi</strong> wore more sequins than I ever thought it possible to be attached to a human being. In the end, the highly popular <b>Extreme Tiger</b> would get the victory. As he manically screamed<span class="bluetext"> "mi mujer tiene un brasileño en sus pantalones"</span> from the top rope, the crowd was on it's feet. He then unleashed a 450 Splash with a hang-time of about five minutes. High-flying, goofy Lucha style fun at it's very best.</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>In a bout that had good wrestling and a decent reaction from the crowd, Extreme Tiger defeated Zumbi in 12:55 by pinfall with a 450° Splash. Match rating: 50.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Swooning</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><br>Next up was British wrestling legend Doug Williams. He'd been in the ring for barely a nanosecond when suddenly members of our roster were swooning over him. It was like seeing hormonal teenage girls foaming at the mouth at the last ever One Direction gig. It was disgusting. Our fans - despite being drunk, crazy and unpredictable - also share such an affinity for Williams. <strong>Ashley Reed</strong> told Williams he's the best he ever faced. <strong>Tommy Kim</strong> also wished him luck, having his photo taken with him like a total mark. There's a chance those two would meet later in the tournament, but Kim didn't let that stop him acting like a hyperactive kid at Disneyworld. Our world champion <strong>Aaron Draven</strong>, interestingly, was seen watching from behind the curtain, clutching at his title belt nervously. This isn't the first time we've seen him acting weird around the various top contenders here in RTG.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br>Angle rating: 43.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Doug_Williams.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Doug_Williams.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Britain.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Britain.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Italy.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Italy.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/James_Maritato.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/James_Maritato.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br /><span class="headertext">Doug Williams vs James Maritato<br></span>Quarter Final Of The Wrestling World Cup</b></font><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">We were nervous about this match. Last time out, <strong>James 'Nunzio Little Guido' Maritato</strong> sucked so bad he was like an inescapable black hole in the middle of our show, sucking up talent like a tear in the space/time continuum. So we had a Plan A and a Plan B for this one. Plan A would be a long-lasting, slow-paced technical masterclass between two old school veterans. The kind that would make 'true' wrestling fans grab a Kleenex. This would happen if Maritato's poor performance was a one off. Suffice to say we ended up with Plan B, which was to squeeze what we could out of James before the fans realized what was happening. They did their best, but Maritato should've hung his boots up a decade ago. <strong>I genuinely feel sorry for Guido.</strong> Me and him used to be close. But that was a different time, and this was a different Guido. Williams ended it prematurely so as not to bring the crowd down too much, but this meant the match had no story or flow. One good thing to come out of this was an ending which sold Williams as a genuine threat to the other competitors in the World Cup Finals. Semi-finalists beware.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br /><span class="footertext">In an uneven match, Doug Williams defeated James Maritato in 13:11 by submission. This match needed more time in order to achieve the aim and to tell the story it was intended for. Match rating: 36.</span></b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: F.U expand their ranks</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><br>There's been a real online buzz about rumors of a new talent joining the so-called Fighter's Union. This turned to guessing games, with everyone from John Cena to Dragon Kid to Hornswoggle being mentioned. We had to laugh. F.U's two remaining members <strong>Matt Stryker</strong> and <strong>QT Marshall</strong> came out to strong applause to unveil their new signing, <strong>Jerome Daniels!</strong> He got a surprisingly strong pop considering he isn't exactly a household name - maybe our fans are smarter than we give them credit for? F.U cut a promo saying they'll continue the fallen ZZ Hook's dream of making F.U a force in wrestling. They promised they will cleanse the sport of<span class="bluetext"> "vindictive vermin like Chad Collyer"</span>, that they'll<span class="bluetext"> "help the overlooked yet talented people of wrestling get the push they derserve"</span>. They will be <span class="bluetext">"a united front against the politics in wrestling that holds so many deserving talents back"</span>. But first, they said, they must send a message. By eradicating the <span class="bluetext">"cancer"</span> that is Collyer, they say they will create a safer world for every wrestler in RTG. They urged all within the company to unite with them, and that with Jerome by their side they're a step closer to making ZZ Hook's dreams a reality.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 43.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Collyer basks in hatred</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><br>You can't talk smack about a guy like <strong>Chad Collyer</strong> and not expect a reaction. The fans were wild with boos when Collyer brought three wheelchairs to the ring. One with Stryker spray-painted on, one with Marshall painted on, the last one blank. Collyer could barely contain his laughter as he sprayed Jerome Daniels' name on it, laughing like a devious Bond villain as the jeers from the fans grew louder and louder. He didn't need a mic. He didn't need to utter a single word. His message was loud and clear.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 55.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/JJ_Rougeau.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/JJ_Rougeau.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Canada.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Canada.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Tommy_Kim.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Tommy_Kim.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br /><span class="headertext">JJ Rougeau vs Tommy Kim<br></span>Quarter Final Of The Wrestling World Cup</b></font><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Nobody knew what to expect from <strong>JJ Rougeau</strong> when he arrived in RTG. Yes he's from a famous fighting family that's featured in the likes of WWE, WCW and the NWA since the time of the dinosaurs, but that doesn't guarantee greatness. The kid's got big potential, but I've eaten McNuggets that were older than this kid. The internet is arguing over whether the tiny Canadian's even got pubes. But there can be no denying he really held his own here. The pressure was on Tommy Kim, who was visibly tired after already having wrestled tonight, and from having expended so much energy in kissing Doug Williams' ass. He seemed one step behind his younger, fresher opponent, who used this moment in the spotlight to show off many crisp, high-flying moves. Eventually Kim was able to utilize his more muscular frame to out-strength his smaller foe, and that give him the edge in this exciting, surprisingly good match-up.</i> </font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br /><span class="footertext">In a bout that had great wrestling and a decent reaction from the crowd, Tommy Kim defeated J.J. Rougeau in 7:55 by pinfall. Match rating: 53.</span></b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Draven's warning</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><br>There was a time when our world champion 'Omega' Aaron Draven was a laid-back, care-free kinda guy. <strong>But the weight of the title belt is clear, and there are now question marks over whether he can adapt to the extreme pressures involved with being top dog.</strong> He came out to the ring, demanding the mic, and cut a promo to Extreme Tiger, Doug Williams, Tommy Kim, Derek Frazier and Lince Dorado - any of whom could be challenging for his beloved title any time soon. He said they'd<span class="bluetext"> "have to pry the title from his cold, dead hands"</span>. He would never give it up. He ranted that they would never understand all the hard work, pain and bloodshed he'd been through to get to the top. There was no way that winning<span class="bluetext"> "some shitty, gimmick of a tournament" </span>would be enough to get their hands on the gold. He's proud to be the people's champion but carries the weight of every fan on his tiny little shoulders.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 52.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Lince_Dorado.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Lince_Dorado.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Puerto_Rico.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Puerto_Rico.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Derek_Frazier.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Derek_Frazier.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />Lince Dorado vs Derek Frazier<br />Quarter Final Of The Wrestling World Cup</b></font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><br /><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><strong>Derek Frazier</strong> has made it clear throughout his time in RTG Wrestling that he doesn't give a single shit what anybody thinks of him. His single-mindedness and relentless drive for glory have seen him become one of the most hated names on our roster. A fine example of this was at our last show, when he bullied and threatened his way into the USA Qualifier and achieved victory at any cost. The same approach was in play, as right away he was kicking the Puerto Rican<strong> Lince Dorado</strong> right in the spine, punching him (illegally) in the back of the head, and going way beyond the rulebook to stop his opponent. Health and consequences be damned, Frazier was at times<em> scary</em> out there, dropping Dorado right on his head on multiple occasions. He didn't care how the match ended, be it pinfall, submission, or whether the masked competitor across from him was stretchered out in pieces. <br><br>There's a fine line between driven and psychotic, and Frazier danced over it without a care. He'd Suplex Dorado neck-first onto the ropes. He piledrove Lince on the apron - the hardest part of the ring - so hard the medics ran out mid-bout. Dorado is a skilled, talented opponent and got the upper hand on many occasions throughout the match, but Frazier was like a man possessed out there. In the end, many of our fans were relieved the final bell came before any permanent damage was done to our Puerto Rican guest. The crowd then began throwing junk at Frazier, who just shrugged and walked off to the back without a care.</font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br>In a bout that had great wrestling and a decent reaction from the crowd, Derek Frazier defeated Lince Dorado in 12:37 by pinfall. Match rating: 58.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Face off</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><br>Derek Frazier was just inches from the backstage area when he was stopped in his tracks by our golden boy Aaron Draven. The self-proclaimed 'Omega' got right in Frazier's face, trying to psych him out and gain some sort of psychological advantage. Against most people this would've worked, but someone as intense as Frazier wasn't going to budge. <strong>Things got very tense, very fast.</strong> They began shoving each other. Before Father Milo or any of our security could get between them, Frazier grabbed Draven by both his arms and tossed Draven heavily to the floor. Quickly, Frazier grabbed the mic that Draven had been holding, yelling vile obscenities before warning him to<span class="bluetext"> "forget all the other contenders, worry about me!"</span></font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br />Angle rating: 52.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Ruben_T_Garrison.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Ruben_T_Garrison.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Nooie_Lee.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Nooie_Lee.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Jerrelle_Clark.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Jerrelle_Clark.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />Ruben T Garrison vs Nooie Lee (w/ Jerrelle Clark)</b></font><br /></div><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">The story behind this one was that being the company's first ever world champion, I'd expected success to follow me like a shadow. Instead, the fortunes of ol' Garrison have been pretty murky since those glory days, and a series of losses have come as a result. Our lone announcer Swedish Dave played this up big time, doing a great job of making it seem like careers really were on the line here - and to an extent they were. This was Nooie Lee's bridge to the upper half of the RTG hierarchy, his big chance. The winner would rise up the ranks. The loser would be flushed like a floating turd.</font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">With everything to lose, both Nooie and I went at it with a frantic pace, neither man willing to slow down for a second lest their opponent take control. A very open, high-flying spectacle with some very eye-catching pre-planned spots. It was just the right thing to keep the crowd going between the Quarter and Semi Finals. It could even have been an extremely memorable bout - show stealer territory - were it not for the ending. Nearly all RTG Wrestling's matches finish with a clean outcome - pinfall, submission, whatever. There's a refreshing lack of Sports Entertainment bullshit, which our fans appreciate. So this bout's swerve ending where I lost entirely due to the interference of Nooie's buddy Jerrelle went down about as well as a turd on a birthday cake. A shame, and as Booker I take full responsibility. But it did what it had to do, and helped Nooie climb the food chain.</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>In a good match, Nooie Lee defeated Ruben T Garrison in 10:20 by submission after a distraction from Jerrelle Clark. During the match we also had Jerrelle Clark distract RTG. The fans really didn't like the ending to this match. Sports entertainment ending was unpopular, our fans like clean finishes. Match rating: 41.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Garrison goes bezerk</font></b></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">After the final bell rang I was livid, beyond control. I leapt at Nooie and Jerrelle, lashing them with furious punches and kicks. Taken completely by surprise they both dived out the ring to safety, completely shocked at my violent outburst.<strong> This latest loss was just too much - a shattered ego turned to violence.</strong> I grabbed referee Bill Clark by the throat, strangling him, screaming in his face, demanding he restart the match. He looked like he was about to pass out when suddenly Father Milo and a bunch of security guards hit the ring like they were the A-Team. Milo dragged me off the whimpering official, into the arms of the security, who forcibly marched me out the ring. </font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">As they pulled me up the ramp towards the backstage, Augustini got on the mic. <span class="bluetext">"You idiot! There was no call for that! I thought you were better than that, Ruben Garrison! I thought you were a winner, a man of distinction, not some gutter-rat who brawls whenever things don't go his way. I can't have you assaulting our staff. You've crossed the line here. Until further notice, you are suspended indefinitely! I don't want to see you anywhere near a RTG ring!"</span> The crowd cheered loudly as I was carried away in shame, even breaking out into a surprisingly good rendition of the Ray Charles classic<em><strong> "Hit The Road, Jack, And Don't You Come Back No More"</strong></em>. Announcer Swedish Dave was shocked by what he'd seen. <span class="bluetext">"There you have it, ladies and gentlemen - possibly the end of the career of our first ever world champion! What a fall from grace! I doubt we'll ever see him again."</span></font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>Angle rating: 49.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Doug_Williams.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Doug_Williams.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Britain.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Britain.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Mexico.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Mexico.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Extreme_Tiger.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Extreme_Tiger.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />Doug Williams vs Extreme Tiger<br />Semi Final Of The Wrestling World Cup</b></font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Watching this from backstage made me feel genuinely proud. Seeing two fine athletes like this fighting for our tiny little company made all the bullshit, all the craziness and all the hard work of running RTG worthwhile. Until now, Extreme Tiger has had things all his own way here. He's faced some amazingly talented opposition, and despite being in some high-flying wars, never really looked like he was about to lose. His matches are filled with an effortless grace which makes him look like he's winning matches at a canter, even taking the time to scream random gibberish at the fans before big moves. <strong>But not today.</strong></font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Against the veteran Doug Williams he was in with a whole other class of opponent. For the first time, Tiger was on the back foot, taking the lion's share of the punishment. Tiger is a supremely talented Luchadore, but Williams was bigger, stronger, and has fought the likes of Tiger so often he could do it in his sleep. He had Tiger's legs rendered useless in minutes with stiff strikes and brutal submissions like Boston Crabs, Figure Four Leg Locks and Twisting Legbreakers. With the Mexican's vertical base destroyed, Williams could fight the kind of strategy which suited him best, slowing the pace down and delivering clinical, methodical damage. </font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Tiger finally got the upper hand when he kicked Doug through the ropes to the outside, following up with a huge Spinning Plancha over the top rope. This hurt Williams badly, and Tiger enjoyed dishing out some real damage on the outside. The referee nearly counted them out, however, so the action returned to the ring. As soon as it did, the British grappler was back in control. A devastating Chaos Theory spelled the end of a very, very good match - and delivered Tiger his first ever loss in RTG Wrestling!</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>In an exceptional match, Doug Williams defeated Extreme Tiger in 13:28 by pinfall with a Chaos Theory. Match rating: 56.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Frazier threatens violence</font></b></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">As we saw in his match earlier, Frazier's intensity has gone to a whole new level here at the World Cup. He was driven to the point of near-lunacy at times before, but tonight he was just plain<em> scary</em>. You could tell he didn't mind hurting people to get what he wanted. He looked like he enjoyed endangering his opponents. Frazier got on the mic, cutting a vicious promo, saying that winning is his destiny, is inevitable. He said that anyone who gets in his way will have their neck broken.<strong> He likes breaking necks. He's done it before and he'll do it again.</strong> His words weren't sadistic, or wild, or insane. They were cold, lifeless, methodical. He spoke about crippling people and ending careers as if he were ordering a sandwich. It means nothing to him - and that's what's scary about it.</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>Angle rating: 40.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br /><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Tommy_Kim.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Tommy_Kim.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Derek_Frazier.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Derek_Frazier.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />Tommy Kim vs Derek Frazier<br />Semi Final Of The Wrestling World Cup</b></font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>Despite a whole show of World Cup Qualifiers designed to ensure only one person from each nation would compete, we somehow ended up with an all-American semi final.</b> But that didn't stop this from being a fantastic match. The two competitors could not be more different - the fun-loving, disco dancing, ever-smiling Tommy Kim - and the neck-breaking, cold-blooded, vicious-tempered Derek Frazier. This was face versus heel to the Nth degree. Kim started strong, using the cheers of our drunken crowd to fuel him into a supernova of Clotheslines, Knife Edge Chops (of course), Knee Blasts and Spears. It was quick, effective, simple offence designed to knock the wind out of Frazier, to keep him grounded, and to disable his keen high-flying arsenal. It worked too, the crowd growing hotter with every strike, our fans seemingly feeding off Frazier's pain. But this hot start proved ill-advised. This was already the third time Kim had wrestled tonight, and half way through his many battles caught up with him.<br><br>As Kim's strength began to deplete, the vindictive drive of Frazier came to the fore. He found a small opening and capitalized, turning a Spinning Neckbreaker into a Diamond Cutter that shook the ring. From then on we saw a whirlwind of huge Tornado DDTs, Knifeedge DDTs, Leaping Powerbombs, Brainbusters, Piledrivers... all delivered with brutal speed and power, all crushing the head and neck of Kim. After each painful move Frazier went for a flash pinfall, nearly getting the victory, only for Kim's spirited determination to force a kickout. But there is only so much damage a human can take, especially after so many bouts, and after repeated blows to the head. Towards the end, the fans fell silent - the jovial mood had been replaced by a genuine concern for Kim's health. Even our bloodthirsty, crazy fans were shocked at the damage being dished out. Finally Tommy tapped to what I can only describe as the Camel Clutch From Hell. Everyone was just glad it was over before any permanent damage was done.</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>In a bout that had superb wrestling and good heat, Derek Frazier defeated Tommy Kim in 9:33 by submission. Derek Frazier sustained a Bruised Coccyx. Match rating: 58.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Too many contenders</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><strong>Tommy Carter</strong> (formerly Reckless Youth) was in the ring, extremely unhappy that his former friend turned enemy <strong>Josh Daniels</strong> was now #1 Contender. He said it isn't right that he had to work so hard in winning the whole Tournament Of Kings to get his title shot - yet Daniels gets almost the same privilege by running his mouth and beating one guy at our last show. He said if Daniels is half the warrior he claims to be he'll <em>earn</em> his title shot, by defending his #1 Contender status here tonight! Before Daniels could answer Father Milo came to the ring. He then called a confused <strong>Johnny Riggs</strong> to the ring. He said <b>RTG Wrestling has too many contenders.</b> Currently there's 3 people in prime position to fight for championship gold. After tonight that number will rise to 5. Father Milo said it was time to trim things down a little. <strong>Tom Carter, Josh Daniels and Johnny Riggs shall face F.U in a 3vs3 match right now! If any of our 3 contenders gets pinned they lose their contender status!</strong> Riggs, Carter and Daniels were pissed!</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>Angle rating: 45.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Reckless_Youth.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Reckless_Youth.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Josh_Daniels.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Josh_Daniels.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Johnny_Riggs.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Johnny_Riggs.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Matt_Stryker.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Matt_Stryker.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/QT_Marshall.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/QT_Marshall.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Jerome_Daniels.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Jerome_Daniels.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />Tom Carter & Josh Daniels & Johnny Riggs vs Fighter's Union<br />3vs3 Contenders Match</b></font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Riggs, Carter and Daniels looked shell-shocked at first, completely taken by surprise at having been thrown into an impromptu match without warning. Factor in the growing tension that exists between Carter and Daniels, and you've not exactly got a team full of harmony. The Fighter's Union, on the other hand, work together perfectly having trained together for weeks - even newcomer Jerome had immense chemistry with his new comrades, suggesting his joining F.U had been on the cards for a long time. F.U did a great job of using fast, frequent tags to keep the upper hand through the first half. Stryker and Marshall would break an opponent down, targeting legs or arms to render their counters ineffective, before Jerome squashed them like bugs on a windshield with his flashy aerial offence. </font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana"><strong>Eventually though the three top contenders realized they had to work together or risk losing all they'd ever fought for in RTG.</strong> Johnny Riggs burst back into the fight with a huge Springboard Moonsault which flattened all three F.U members. He then began working over the less experienced Jerome Daniels, separating him from the pack and isolating his legs with vicious kicks and a particularly painful Stretch Muffler. Carter and Josh Daniels stopped quarreling on the apron long enough to tag in, each adding to the damage done on Jerome with clinical accuracy and brutality. Stryker and Marshall did their best to rescue their new recruit, but would get stopped before they could get close. Finally the pain was too much, and Johnny Riggs managed to make Jerome tap after what must've felt like an eternity in a Single Leg Boston Crab. Despite the three top contenders being heated rivals, and despite the strong tension between Josh and Tom, they worked extremely well together as a trio, which was the deciding factor here tonight. </font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>Jerome Daniels was the weak link, struggling to keep up with everyone else's in-ring performance. In a bout that had superb wrestling and good heat, Josh Daniels, Tommy Carter and Johnny Riggs defeated Matt Stryker, QT Marshall and Jerome Daniels in 10:21 when Johnny Riggs defeated Jerome Daniels by submission. Match rating: 53.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Riggs. Daniels. Carter. Daniels. Collyer. Fingers. Screams.</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">While Riggs celebrated this victory wildly with the fans, turning the front rows into his own personal mosh pit and spilling beer everywhere, Josh and Tom got right in each other's faces. A victory together, it seems, was not enough to cool their growing rivalry. The stare-down descended into a shoving match, and RTG security soon had to separate the two winners. Daniels was shouting threats at Carter, with phrases like<span class="bluetext"> "we'll see who gets that title first, jackass"</span> being clearly picked up by our cameras.</font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">With all the commotion between the two former allies, nobody noticed as Chad Collyer slid into the ring like some kind of ninja. He saw Jerome Daniels still prone in the ring after the beating he took in the 3vs3 match, and circled around him like a shark in bloody water. Before Stryker and Marshall could save him, Collyer grabbed his hand, <strong>snapping his fingers with a sickening crack</strong> that could be heard right across the venue. It was the kind of noise that gives you cold shivers when you hear it. As F.U rushed to help their hurt comrade, Collyer slid back to safety, yelling <span class="bluetext">"welcome to the RTG warzone, pal! Enjoy your time here! This is the last company you'll ever wrestle for!"</span> Our cameras zoomed in on Jerome's screaming face, but you could clearly hear the sadistic laughter of Chad Collyer, who was delighted at the pain he'd caused.</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>Angle rating: 45.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Left.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Doug_Williams.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Doug_Williams.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Britain.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_Britain.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/VS.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Flag_USA.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Derek_Frazier.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Derek_Frazier.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td><td width="14%"><div align="center"><img src="<a href="http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg" rel="external nofollow">http://twistededge.org/RTG/Chapter2/Right.jpg"</a> width="100%" /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b><br />Doug Williams vs Derek Frazier<br />Grand Final Of The Wrestling World Cup</b></font></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Before the bout even began, the crowd was on it's feet, buzzing with anticipation of what would turn out to be one of the best matches we've had the honor of promoting. Backstage and out of character, Derek Frazier had gotten a lot of praise for wrestling with the injured Coccyx sustained in his Semi Final contest. He'd insisted on competing, however, despite considerable pain, saying the main event was of such magnitude that he'd be letting the fans and the company down if he didn't. <strong>Massive kudos for his decication</strong>. Although admittedly I still have no idea what the hell a Coccyx is. I thought it was a type of fish or something.<br><br>Frazier started hot, like a rabid beast, lunging at Williams with vicious running strikes and lightning quick Springboard Dropkicks which slowly broke down the British veteran. His tactic was to use speed as a weapon, moving too quickly for Doug to get his hands on him. It was hugely effective and showed Frazier has guile and cunning beyond his vicious temper and sadistic tendencies. He would incorporate quick moves like DDT variants, Neckbreakers and Hurricanranas further into the match, leaving his British foe stunned. However, Derek was now <strong>wrestling for the third time in one night</strong>, and such a fast-paced game plan was impossible to maintain. Eventually he did slow down, which played right to the strengths of Williams.<br><br>Frazier was visibly out of breath as he attempted a Top Rope Split-Legged Moonsault - Williams caught him in mid air, before crushing him to the mat with an almighty Double Powerbomb. That crushed the air from Frazier's lungs, leaving him prone on the canvas. Williams went at his American opponent with the bloody precision of Jack The Ripper, using painful and obscure holds that'd make a lesser man scream. Frazier would not tap no matter the hold, no matter how much pain. You could see his eyes were lit with frenzy and fire, but there was no escape from the clutches of Williams. Frazier had been through too much to be able to fight back. A devastating Chaos Theory turned him into a rag doll. Despite his rage and protestations, the three count was inevitable. Make no bones about it - this was a war of attrition, and it took everything Williams had to win. He would later say it was<strong> one of the toughest fights of his career</strong>.</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>In an exceptional match, Doug Williams defeated Derek Frazier in 14:38 by pinfall with a Chaos Theory. Doug Williams wins the RTG World Cup. Match rating: 62. Frazier got mad respect from the boys backstage for wrestling on while injured, and doing such a damn good job too.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br><table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="14%"><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"></td></tr><tr><td width="77%" colspan="7"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana">Angle: Violence then reconciliation</font></b><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Despite an epic win, Doug Williams would have no chance to officially celebrate winning the World Cup. Upon hearing the final bell he went ringside to high-five the fans. As he did, Frazier was back to his feet and in a sickening rage. He had a venomous look on his face as he began screaming in anger, his violent temper clearly getting the better of him. He was ready to erupt at anyone in the vacinity - and the only other person left in the ring was referee Bill Clark. <strong>The fans fell silent as Frazier punched him right in the throat.</strong> He fell like he'd been shot, clutching panickingly at his neck and unable to breathe. Derek then continued to show his class by stomping a mud-hole in him.</font></p><p><font color="#000" size="2" face="Verdana">Before anyone knew what was going on, however, Bill Clark found rescue from a strange source, as Jerrelle Clark and Nooie Lee hit the ring! Having already fought three grueling wars tonight, Frazier wasn't keen on further confrontation, and rolled out to safety. Slowly Jerrelle and Nooie helped the stricken official back to his feet. As our only referee realized who had come to his aid, a smile broke out across his wounded features. Our live YouTube broadcast ended with the sight of Clark and Clark finally putting an end to their petty feud, hugging like old friends, the fans applauding loudly.</font></p></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="7"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b>Angle rating: 49.</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>Overall rating: 57.</b></font></div><p> </p></p>

dstephe4 · July 15, 2016

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="michgcs" data-cite="michgcs" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="41895" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><em>The truth is, WWE stole the World Cup idea from someone else LOL *ahem* But I liked how your guys had to qualify to make it in </em><img alt=":p" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/tongue.png.ceb643b2956793497cef30b0e944be28.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> The World Cup thing is nothing new in wrestling, you're right. Obviously there's the CWC. Progress Wrestling had a World Cup. My inspiration was the Euro football tournament that happened recently. Either way it was an excuse to have wrestlers from all over the globe smash each other to bits on my laptop. Hope you liked it! </p><p> </p><p> By the way, Zumbi's inclusion was a nod to MisterRomanini who was the first to predict on an RTG show. I now need to think of something nice for Kijar next lol...</p>

michgcs · July 16, 2016

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="dstephe4" data-cite="dstephe4" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="41895" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>The World Cup thing is nothing new in wrestling, you're right. Obviously there's the CWC. Progress Wrestling had a World Cup. My inspiration was the Euro football tournament that happened recently. Either way it was an excuse to have wrestlers from all over the globe smash each other to bits on my laptop. Hope you liked it! <p> </p><p> By the way, Zumbi's inclusion was a nod to MisterRomanini who was the first to predict on an RTG show. I now need to think of something nice for Kijar next lol...</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> It was a joke, I was referring to my diary where I also had a World Cup thing (hence the "<em>*ahem*</em>" part) <img alt=":o" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/redface.png.900245280682ef18c5d82399a93c5827.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> I did like the World Cup but was a bit bummed that Doug Williams won. I was hoping one of the younger guys could get a rub. But I expected him to win, though. He's probably the most over guy on your roster? Or close to it...</p><p> </p><p> You gave Kijar a nice shout-out by pitting Williams vs James Maritato, I'm sure he loved that LOL</p>

dstephe4 · July 17, 2016

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="michgcs" data-cite="michgcs" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="41895" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>It was a joke, I was referring to my diary where I also had a World Cup thing (hence the "<em>*ahem*</em>" part) <img alt=":o" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/redface.png.900245280682ef18c5d82399a93c5827.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> I did like the World Cup but was a bit bummed that Doug Williams won. I was hoping one of the younger guys could get a rub. But I expected him to win, though. He's probably the most over guy on your roster? Or close to it...<p> </p><p> You gave Kijar a nice shout-out by pitting Williams vs James Maritato, I'm sure he loved that LOL</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Ahhh I see lol </p><p> </p><p> Yeah Williams has 54 overness, whereas my next closest is Tiger on 38 (he started at 15. In my game world he was in TNA for a month before being inexplicably fired.) The World Cup was a big day for Derek Frazier though too.</p><p> </p><p> As for the Kijar thing I'm not sure the Williams vs Guido bout was a fitting tribute. Maritato's stats are so low on this mod and I was pretty harsh on him in my write up lol</p><p> </p><p> More coming soon, thanks for reading!</p>

MisterRomanini · July 17, 2016

By the way, Zumbi's inclusion was a nod to MisterRomanini who was the first to predict on an RTG show.

Aw, shucks! That's nice of you. Also the World Cup is moving nicely. I've recently saw some Doug Williams matches on YT and now I see why he's regarded as one of the best british mat technicians, guy's a beast!

dstephe4 · July 18, 2016

The one where Kijar pulls ahead into the lead

<br><div align="center"><table width="97%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#085791"><tr><td><div align="center"><p><font color="#ffffff" size="5" face="Verdana"><b>The Official RTG Wrestling Predictions League</b></font><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"><br /><br />The World Cup is now a thing of the past. Time now to look at the scores and who got their predictions right. There were bonus points available for correctly choosing the match of the night, or who would win the tournament. Otherwise, points calculated as follows:</font><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana"> <br /><b><br />Number Of Matches Correct + Number Of Shows Predicted On.</b></font></p><p><font color="#ffffff" size="2" face="Verdana">And the standings now are as follows...<br></font></p></div><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td width="48%" colspan="6"><div align="center"><b><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><br>Current Standings After RTG: World Cup Finals...<br></font></b><br /><br /></div></td></tr><tr><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><img src="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar67665_8.gif" width="80" height="80" border="1" /></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>Kijar - 15 points</b></font></td><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><img src="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar881225_1.gif" width="80" height="80" border="1" /></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>The Lariat - 10 points</b></font></td></tr><tr><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="left"><img src="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar879502_6.gif" width="80" height="80" border="1" /></div></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>MisterRomanini - 14 points</b></font></td><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="left"><img src="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar880441_3.gif" width="80" height="80" border="1" /></div></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>2Sweet - 8 points</b></font></td></tr><tr><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="left"><img src="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar51670_5.gif" width="80" height="80" border="1" /></div></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>michgcs - 13 points</b></font></td><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="left"><img src="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar881206_1.gif" width="80" height="80" border="1" /></div></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>NeddyHernandez - 6 points</b></font></td></tr><tr><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"><img src="http://www.greydogsoftware.com/forum/customavatars/avatar881105_1.gif" width="80" height="80" border="1" /></td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="center"></div></td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"><font color="#085791" size="3" face="Verdana"><b>Electric X - 14 points</b></font></td><td width="1%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td><td width="2%" align="left" valign="middle"><div align="center"></div></td><td width="48%" align="left" valign="middle"> </td></tr><tr><td colspan="6"><div align="center"><font color="#085791" size="2" face="Verdana"><b><br>The next card will also be a pretty big one, split in to two separate chapters, on two separate dates. Details coming soon. Thanks again to all who predicted, and thanks to everybody for reading this diary!</b></font></div></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></div><br>

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