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Hey guys. I'm often lurking here, but I don't really post much. I tried a diary once before, but hadn't really read any and it lasted all of like two events of terrible before I realized I should take some time and read some work. Few years later, I'm taking another swing. Hopefully this one will be more enjoyable for everyone.

 

I really enjoy reading TFC's style in WCW: Heart and Soul, and will follow a pretty similar show format to his.

 

Well, I tell ya, it's been a crazy ten years since I married my wife Laura. I had the perfect life planned out for us -- all set to begin my campaign for election to the US House of Representatives in the '78 voting cycle. When I wound up on the short end of that, I got into oil a bit, making connections in high places so my office could sit alongside theirs. After I sold out of the business, I was all set to help my daddy become the President of the United States, aiding his campaign for the most prestigious office in the world. Behind closed doors, I was wheeling and dealing with some real money investors -- we were looking to put together a package to purchase Major League Baseball's Texas Rangers.

 

Then, it all fell apart.

 

The investor group to purchase the Rangers was all a farce. Headed by rats for the Democratic National Committee, all they wanted from the beginning was a look at the family finances. With them, they planned on attacking Daddy and his campaign.

 

It didn't take long for word to get to Daddy. He was madder'n hell. It didn't take long for him to fire my ass, and I was headed from D.C. back to Texas with my head down and tail tucked.

 

My political career was in ruins. I'd sold out of the oil business. My dream of buying the Texas Rangers was a joke from the jump. What the hell else is a Texan supposed to do?

 

The one thing a Texan knows better than most. Wrasslin.

 

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It's March of '87 now, and I'm just deciding to get into the business. I know what I like in wrestling -- I see a lot of it right here in my home state of Texas. World Class and Bill Watts' UWF both do a great job of telling a time ol' story of a bad guy and a good guy squarin' off to see who's toughest. It's simple to understand and enthralling all the same.

 

I know the business is getting more and more mainstream every day. Vince and Jim have their eyes on the big picture, and we will, too. Maybe not as much as Vince -- after all, it's the story in the ring that's most important -- but we'd be fools to ignore the importance of generating mainstream attention.

 

One thing I think that can set us apart from the rest is casting a light on high level athletes. I know some are too small to be bought as world champs, ain't no question there, but in terms of what style I want to see in the ring, I'm thinkin' more Steamboat/Flair and less Hogan/Bundy.

 

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My name is George Dubya Bush, and I've got Real Plans for Real Business.

 

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My first move was to secure distribution -- namely, television. I knew the Mid South would be our primary target operating out of Texas, and Channel 4 KFDA gives us a Big platform for what will be our flagship television show. You know how everything's bigger in Texas? So is our reach.

 

I also secured a 6 month deal with Channel 44 WSNS in Chicago. It's a great network for wrestling, but it only reaches a Very Small amount of potential households in the Great Lakes area. Hell, some is better than none, and this at least gives us eyeballs outside our home base.

 

I knew I had a vision, and now I had television distribution in two major markets. What I didn't have, was connections. I'd did all my networking in DC and oil, and needed some help navigating this new world.

 

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Bill Apter was the publisher and editor of virtually every wrestling magazine I could get my hands on. If anybody could get me the meetings I wanted with the people I needed, I had to believe it was him.

 

He did just that, too. We'd assembled a starting roster I could be proud of, and made some major announcements regarding our branding moving forward.

 

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Nothing speaks to Texans quite like Ol' Glory, and you'd be haaard pressed to find a more American combination than Texas and wrestlin.

 

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And of course, we had to announce our new television program.

 

Everything was in place. We weren't starting out with a big outfit -- of the twenty-seven companies identified as true Professional Wrestling Promotions by my guy Bill, we were considered to be a bigger company than only two of them. I had to hope that with good stories, the right characters, and maybe just a bit of luck, we could make a run at Texas and perhaps the rest of the country. At the least, hopefully we can make a few bucks.

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<p>Pre-show post. These won't happen for every show -- only when incidents deem them appropriate, or I have the need to advance a behind the scenes story. Also a teeny bit of a roster reveal here.</p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="USPW.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/gRbwqw/USPW.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><p><em>I didn’t know what to expect heading into our first show. I had no experience, and really was almost as excited to watch the show as I was to produce it. In my head, nothing would go wrong and this would be an enjoyable experience for everyone to kick off our run.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> That was a mistake.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> After about a half hour of touring </em>San Antonio Junction<em> -- our venue for the evening, and likely to be a frequent stop should things go well tonight -- I heard a crash coming from the catering I’d set up to make everyone feel as welcome as possible backstage.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> I rushed over to find one of the younger kids I’d thought about giving a chance standing over our ref while poor </em>Bill<em> tried to restrain him.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><strong>”What the hell happened?”</strong></em><em> I asked </em>Bill<em>.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><strong>”Go ahead kid, tell him what happened,”</strong></em><em> </em>Bill<em> gestured the kid forward to explain himself.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><strong>”Dog I don’t do disrespect and I have no problem putting the boots to anyone that thinks they’re above me in this business.</strong></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. While I didn’t remember the kid’s name, I knew he was a 19-year-old youngster who hadn’t earned a nickels worth of respect in the ring. </em><em><strong>”Disrespect? You shittin me, kid? Go get your bags and get the hell out of here, consider yourself fired.”</strong></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> He shouted some obscenities as I helped our ref up and some of the workers helped clean up catering. The zebra appreciated that I’d stuck up for him, but to be honest, if I had another ref, I might have jobbed the kid out before sending him packing. In the end, I decided I couldn’t risk having the two of them in the ring together.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> INCIDENT</em></p><p><em> </em>Vampiro<em> was being a dick and beat up </em>Nick Patrick<em>. Totally uncalled for, and I won’t tolerate it from a 19-year-old that hasn’t even debuted.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Vampiro.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/mi4vdG/Vampiro.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Nick_Patrick_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/kfZvdG/Nick_Patrick_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> After leaving that mess, I turn the corner to see a couple of the boys laughing about what they’d seen. One couldn’t believe the kid didn’t just slam the ref through the table, while the other joked that the zebra would have had a shot if he’d just have fought dirty. There might be an age and experience difference between them, but they seem to really get along. Maybe it’ll help the younger one out in his career.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> INCIDENT</em></p><p><em> </em>Dirty Dutch Mantell<em> has taken </em>Mick Foley<em> under his wing as a protege.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dBradG/Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Mick_Foley_86.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/eCiMJG/Mick_Foley_86.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> I thought for a second about dressing them down, too -- it ain’t a good look to be joking about assault in the workplace. This isn’t my usual workplace, though, and if </em>Dutch<em> didn’t think it was a big deal I wasn’t about to make it one. He’s earned his respect in this business, and I had high hopes for him in </em>Texas<em>.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> With that, I decided I’d best keep my head down and head to my office. I had notes to prepare and a show to book, and I knew </em>Bill<em> and </em>Jerry<em> would be by soon to help put it together.</em></p><p><em> </em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote>
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<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="USPW.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/gRbwqw/USPW.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> USPW American Wrestling</p><p> 2nd Thursday of March, 1987</p><p> San Antonio Junction</p><p> Paid Attendance: 854</p><p> </p><p> <em>I wanted to open the show addressing the crowd. We were planning something big here, and it was beginning tonight in </em>San Antonio, Texas.</p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><img alt="George_W_Bush_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dfQvTG/George_W_Bush_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><strong><em> I just can’t tell you all how proud I am to be here. Y’know, there were a lot of options in front of me this year. I thought about working on Daddy’s campaign, guiding him to the oval office, but the battles in the political spectrum just weren’t real enough for me. I thought about buying the </em></strong><strong>Texas Rangers</strong><strong><em>, and turning them into a team of winners that this state can be proud of, but baseball’s a bit too much of a gentleman’s sport for my taste.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em> </em></strong></p><p><strong><em> In the end, I decided I wanted to be surrounded by the BEST professional athletes in this country, by the TOUGHEST men and women you’ll find on your dial, by the very business that bleeds red white & blue alongside this wonderful nation. It is because of THAT, that </em></strong><strong>United States Pro Wrestling</strong><strong><em> exists today!</em></strong></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>What a rush. I barely had the chance to soak it all in before the music hit and one of those very athletes came from behind the curtain.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Sting_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fWbNsb/Sting_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><strong> </strong><strong><em>Woooooooo! It is good to be here </em></strong><strong>Dubya</strong><strong><em>, right here in the heart of </em></strong><strong>Texas, San Antonio!</strong><strong><em> Let me tell each and every one of you here, that there will be no bigger night in this city this year than tonight!</em></strong></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>The crowd bought </em>Sting<em> as a star, but didn’t find his personality too easy to relate with. I hope with time they’ll warm up to him more -- the kid’s loaded with potential.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> He worked the crowd over for cheap pops for a few minutes, promising to deliver quality matches for all the </em>Little Stingers<em> in </em>Texas<em>, before he was interrupted.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dBradG/Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> </em><em><em><strong>Good Lord what a sight this is. I tell ya, I’m not sure which makes me more sick, the putrid air here in </strong></em></em><em><strong>San Antonio</strong></em><em><em><strong> or seeing a bunch of Texans cheer on a Hollywood boy. </strong></em></em><em><strong>Stinger</strong></em><em><em><strong> I can’t stand the sight of you so let me make this quick -- if you know what’s good for ya, you’ll head to one of the coasts, because if you get in my way, well, things are bound to get a little dirty, y’hear?</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>Man, was </em></em><em>Dutch</em><em><em> gold here. The crowd hated him, but they ate him up, hook, line, and sinker. What started out as a solid segment got better and better as it went on. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 71.</strong></em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Rick_Steiner_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/jZgGJG/Rick_Steiner_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Scott_Steiner_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/hkhOyG/Scott_Steiner_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> vs.</em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Steven_Regal_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/n2qAdG/Steven_Regal_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Tony_Charles.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dvm5Cb/Tony_Charles.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> The Steiner Brothers vs. Steven Regal & Tony Charles</em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> Boy, does </em></em><em>Texas</em><em><em> love </em></em><em>Rick & Scott Steiner</em><em><em>. A couple of All-American collegiate wrestlers, with a penchant for kickin’ ass. A lot of solid technical wrestling was on display, with the </em></em><em>Steiners</em><em><em> hitting power suplexes while </em></em><em>Charles </em><em><em>and </em></em><em>Regal</em><em><em> worked a more traditional catch style with the hopes of dictating the pace. </em></em><em>Regal’s</em><em><em> young, but he knows how to play the sniveling weasel heel really well. Each time he’d take a bump, he’d escape to the floor, building the </em></em><em>Steiners</em><em><em> and the crowd up. By the time they reached the finish, people were excited to see that </em></em><em>Regal</em><em><em> was the one taking the fall, eating a </em></em><em>Steiner Device</em><em><em> from </em></em><em>Scott</em><em><em> for the pin. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 56.</strong></em></em><em><em> </em></em></p></div><p></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><p><em>The Steiner Brothers</em><em><em> grab a pair of mics and turn to the hard camera. </em></em><em><em><strong>I don’t know how these two Redcoats got into </strong></em></em><em><strong>Texas</strong></em><em><em><strong>, but they don’t belong in this state and they sure as hell don’t belong in the ring with us. We invite any tag team that believes they do, to sign on the dotted line twice -- once for the contract, and the other for your living will.</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>This was a bit of a mixed bag. I thought they did well enough with their delivery and with establishing themselves, but they’re supposed to be faces. Would you know it by that promo? I’m going to have to reel </em></em><em>Scott</em><em><em> in, maybe have </em></em><em>Bill</em><em><em> and </em></em><em>Jerry</em><em><em> go over his promos with him. There’s a lot of raw talent on the stick. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 64.</strong></em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Doug_Furnas_2.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/caxFdG/Doug_Furnas_2.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Phil_La_Fon_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/gppiXb/Phil_La_Fon_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> vs.</em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Bob_Yuma.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/nkJcsb/Bob_Yuma.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Bugsy_Mc_Graw.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/iQSsQw/Bugsy_Mc_Graw.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> Doug Furnas & Phil LaFon vs. Bob Yuma & Bugsy McGraw</em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> This match was intended to be the low point and in that endeavor it did not disappoint. I thought </em></em><em>Furnas & LaFon</em><em><em> weren’t awful, but I was hoping for a bit more from them. They really played up the fact that they were scumbags against a pair of popular local talents, gouging eyes, pulling hair, and finishing up with </em></em><em>Furnas</em><em><em> pulling a roll of quarters from his tights before knocking </em></em><em>Bugsy McGraw</em><em><em> out cold and getting the three count. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 36</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Bam_Bam_Bigelow_5.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/khr8yG/Bam_Bam_Bigelow_5.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Bam Bam Bigelow</em><em><em> is shown walking through the backstage area, talking with </em></em><em>Sting</em><em><em> when he accidentally bumps into someone, sending a beer bottle crashing to the floor. A big man in an even bigger cowboy hat turns out, revealing himself to be </em></em><em>Ron Bass!</em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><img alt="Ron_Bass.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/kwWmkw/Ron_Bass.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> The two massive men stare each other down, daring each other to make a move, neither giving an inch, before </em></em><em>Sting</em><em><em> is able to pull </em></em><em>Bigelow</em><em><em> away from the scene. Cooler heads prevailed -- this time.</em></em></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>I liked how this went. I thought it was important to establish </em></em><em>Sting</em><em><em> as a face that the locker room respects, and both of these huge guys had no trouble conveying the palpable tension on camera with their presences. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 57</strong></em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>It was time for our first main event. I wasn’t sure how it’d go over, but Bill and Jerry felt strongly that these were the two guys we should showcase.</em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Sting_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fWbNsb/Sting_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><em> vs. </em><img alt="Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fjaJyG/Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> Sting vs. Jeff Jarrett</em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> This match started a little slow, with </em></em><em>Jarrett</em><em><em> refusing to engage with </em></em><em>Sting</em><em><em>. Any time our protagonist would try to lock up, the antagonist was quick to back off to remind a fan in the third row what a treat it was that he’d made the trip all the way down from Memphis to grant them the gift of watching him work. I liked the angle, but the crowd didn’t really buy it from </em></em><em>Jarrett</em><em><em>. He’ll need to work harder to convince </em></em><em>Texas.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Sting</em><em><em> played the cat and mouse game for several minutes, finding himself cut off and underneath the boots of his foe. </em></em><em>Jarrett</em><em><em> took the time to gloat once too often, however, and that’s all the </em></em><em>Stinger</em><em><em> needed to turn the tide. Some rallying chops proceeded an irish whip into the corner, where a </em></em><em>Stinger Splash</em><em><em> put </em></em><em>Jarrett</em><em><em> down for the count.</em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 53.</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> All in all, I thought it was a show we could be proud of for our first outing. I could tell the crowd thought the action was a little slow in spots -- they want to see more intensity out of our product and I’m inclined to agree. We’ll see how we can work the feedback into our next show.</em></em></p></div></blockquote></div></blockquote></div></blockquote>
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<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="USPW.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/gRbwqw/USPW.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> USPW American Wrestling</p><p> 3rd Thursday of March, 1987</p><p> Chaparral Ice Center (Austin, Texas)</p><p> Paid Attendance: 932</p><p> </p><p> <em>I’d had </em>Bill<em> make some phone calls after our first show to hopefully shore up some weak spots on the roster. </em>Bob Geigel<em> over at </em>Central States<em> recommended a tag team, a face duo that had held his straps in the past. One of them had a bad knee -- he’d be ready in two months -- but I went ahead and invited them to the show to get a feel for how we operate before we get them in front of the crowd.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em>Jerry<em> has a pretty successful outfit himself in Memphis, and he agreed to start bringing one of his teams with him and </em>Jeff<em> when they make the trip for our shows. I think they’ll be real useful at some point.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Bart_Batten.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/hdtM3G/Bart_Batten.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Ron_Bass.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/kwWmkw/Ron_Bass.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="BIll_Apter.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/gpx0TG/BIll_Apter.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> Bart Battan<em> didn’t shake </em>Ron Bass’<em> hand when he arrived in the locker room, and it wasn’t sitting well with the boys. A small gesture, but it’s one that vets take seriously in this business. Before it became a big deal, </em>Bill<em> stepped in and sent </em>Bart<em> to the corner store to get a few cases of beer for the infraction. </em>Bart<em> took it in stride, and used the opportunity to get to know </em>Ron<em> better.</em></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>We’d felt like we learned plenty from our first outing, and we were all excited to see what we’d learn tonight from this crowd in Austin.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dBradG/Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em><strong> My word, </strong></em><strong>Austin</strong><strong><em>. This town used to be crawling with some of the baddest, the meanest, the toughest cowboys this side of the pickettwire. Now when I stroll through these streets, I am outright disgusted. This town ain’t for the tough, no sir -- this town is all hat & no cattle, everywhere I look!</em></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Dutch<em> can read a live audience like nobody else, but I worry that some of his jargon might be lost on our </em>Chicago<em> television audience. In any case, the crowd really helps tell the viewer at home how to feel about what they’re seeing, and the crowd in this building roared back at the heinous insult.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong><em>So’s the way I see things, there ain’t a man in the crowd, in the back, in the streets, in the bar, in the jail, in this whole damned state that’s tougher’n ol’ Dirty Dutch, and it’s about time I get the respect that I have EARNED around here!</em></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>The crowd were on their feet hurling insults at Dutch by this point, who mocked and invited various fans to step into the ring with him. Eventually, someone had seen enough.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><img alt="Sting_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fWbNsb/Sting_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><strong> </strong><strong><em>Alright, </em></strong><strong>Dutch,</strong><strong><em> I think we’ve all heard just about enough of this garbage. You come out here and claim to be the toughest and the dirtiest, but you didn’t wrestle last week, and you aren’t on the bill for tonight, either! So I gotta ask you, </em></strong><strong>Dirty Dutch</strong><strong><em>, are you the toughest -- or do you just like to call yourself the toughest?</em></strong><em> Sting was on here. There might not be a single blonde-haired surfer in the crowd, but this kid’s charisma and presence is helping him connect with them anyway.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><strong>Now you listen up, you blonde-haired beach-goin’ yuppie, you know you have no business out here with me. Are you lookin’ for trouble?!</strong></em><em> </em>Dutch<em> asked with a scowl on his face.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><strong>You aim to help me find some, </strong></em><strong>Dutch?</strong> Sting<em> snapped back.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> A smirk grew across </em>Dutch’s<em> face as he studied </em>Sting,<em> as though he was analyzing a potential foe and had just spotted a weakness. </em><em><strong>Not tonight, </strong></em><strong>Stinger</strong><strong><em>, no, not tonight. But I want you to remember -- remember, that you were warned.</em></strong><em> With that, he dropped the mic and exited the building.</em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>These two are producing gold on the sticks so far. </em>Sting<em> is eager to put </em>Dirty Dutch<em> in his place, but the experienced vet seems to have some tricks up his sleeve. Will </em>Sting<em> ever get his hands on him?</em></p><p><em> </em><em><strong>Grade: 69.</strong></em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Ron_Bass.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/kwWmkw/Ron_Bass.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> vs. <img alt="Norman_Smiley_88.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/hURcAw/Norman_Smiley_88.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> Ron Bass vs. Norman Smiley</p><p> </p><p> Bass<em> showed his experience here, getting heat from the crowd with violent stomps and punches mixed with well time snarls and scowls at fans in the front rows. </em>Smiley<em> rallied briefly, but ultimately was no match for </em>Bass<em>, who finished him cleanly with a </em>Piledriver<em>. </em><em><strong>Grade: 59.</strong></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Unsatisfied with the victory, </em>Bass<em> picked him back up and hit him with a second </em>Piledriver<em>. Then a third. And a fourth. He stood over what had been reduced to a contorted pile of dead weight when someone came bursting through the curtain and into the ring--</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Bam_Bam_Bigelow_5.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/khr8yG/Bam_Bam_Bigelow_5.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em>Bam Bam Bigelow<em> had barely reached the ring when </em>Bass<em> exited the opposite side, leaving </em>Bam Bam<em> to tend to the victim. </em><em><strong>Grade: 54</strong></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>I was happy with how these segments went, but maybe I should have used someone these people recognize instead of debuting </em>Norman Smiley<em> in this spot. Sure, they sympathized with him, but I imagine we could have created more heat with someone they could name.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> I like him, though, and the crowd did seem drawn to his charisma. I’m not sure how we can use him, but I’ll be keeping my eyes out for an opening that makes sense.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> The focal point of the angle, of course, was the continuing tension between two of the biggest men on the roster. These two giants are capable of decimation -- as </em>Bass<em> showed tonight -- and I imagine are sure to produce fireworks when the tension comes to a head.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Rick_Steiner_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/jZgGJG/Rick_Steiner_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Scott_Steiner_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/hkhOyG/Scott_Steiner_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> vs. <img alt="Dave_Taylor_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/md62Aw/Dave_Taylor_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Fit_Finlay_5.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/eKEYHb/Fit_Finlay_5.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> The Steiner Brothers vs. Dave Taylor and David Finlay</p><p> </p><p> <em>This was a hard-hitting match, worked similar to the tag match the </em>Steiners<em> had last week, but with more power spots on both sides. </em>Taylor<em> did well to cut </em>Rick<em> off for a stretch, working him over with hammerlocks and armbars until </em>Rick<em> muscled out with a hip toss. He dove across the ring to the outstretched hand of his brother, who finished the match up with a </em>Steiner Device<em> for the pin. </em><em><strong>Grade: 58.</strong></em><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> They were quick to reach for a pair of mics again, settling in facing the hard camera to deliver another message. </em>Rick<em> did a better job this week, encouraging crowd interaction in the background and leaving most of the heavy lifting on the stick to </em>Scott<em>.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><strong>Another week, another team of Redcoats. Now, let me tell you something, I am an All-American wrestler from the University of Michigan! My brother </strong></em><strong>Rick</strong><strong><em> holds the record for the fastest pin in school history! We have no problem tearing apart Redcoats week in and week out, but you had best take note -- you’ll need to be bad, to have a chance at the best!</em></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em>Scott<em> was better this week, I felt, and benefited from sitting with </em>Bill<em> before the show. He was able to put he and his brother over, while also establishing their credentials as blue collar American faces. </em><em><strong>Grade: 59.</strong></em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Joyce_Grable.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/kDZKOG/Joyce_Grable.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> vs. <img alt="Susan_Sexton.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/h7rcAw/Susan_Sexton.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> Joyce Grable vs. Susan Sexton</p><p> </p><p> <em>The crowd immediately recognized </em>Sexton<em> as the woman that was seen accompanying </em>Jeff Jarrett<em> last week, and promptly boo’d her accordingly. I think women can eventually make money for us, but I’m not too sure I have the right talent right now. These two went out and put together a respectable match, and while they were an obvious step slower than their male contemporaries, the crowd popped when </em>Grable<em> finished the match with a second-rope dropkick. </em><em><strong>Grade: 50</strong></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>Now it was time for me to approach the ring to address the crowd with news and future plans for </em>USPW.</p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="George_W_Bush_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dfQvTG/George_W_Bush_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> </p><p> <strong><em>My word folks, are we having a blast here at </em></strong><strong>USPW American Wrestling</strong><strong><em> or what? Now, I wanted to take this opportunity to introduce someone to you all. This man has got to be one of the most impressive athletes working in our business. A man who was both a paratrooper and a special forces medic for our infallible army. A man who earned four National Amateur Athletic Union All-American rankings in freestyle wrestling. A man who represented the red, white, & blue at the Olympic Games -- </em></strong><strong>Bob Roop!</strong></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Bob_Roop.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/mi4pqw/Bob_Roop.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> Emblazoned in a red, white, and blue singlet, </em>Roop<em> made his way into the ring as the crowd cheered on the former Olympian.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><strong>Folks, not only is this man all those things -- he’s also the man I have chosen to fight for the USPW World Heavyweight title at our first mega event -- Freedom Fight! This is USPW, where wrestling finds hope, where wings take dream!</strong></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="USPW_Freedom_Fight.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/gpZdiG/USPW_Freedom_Fight.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em><img alt="USPW_World.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/heZ5Vw/USPW_World.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Dammit. I flubbed a line and the whole building knew it immediately. Luckily, that was the cue for my ringhands, and the crowd popped as the belt was unveiled and banners unfurled revealing the Freedom Fight logo. The banners weren’t too expensive, and we’ll break them out again for the event itself to liven up the set a bit.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em>Roop<em> and I stood in the ring a few seconds to soak in the crowd’s reaction before their attention -- and their malice -- was directed towards the curtain.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fjaJyG/Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em>Jarrett<em> marched towards the ring looking as though someone just pissed in his Cheerios. </em><strong>Dubya</strong><strong><em>you have got to be kidding me! You’ve got the biggest star south of the Mason-Dixon staring you in the face, and you bring in some washed up Olympic wrestler to fight for the inaugural title?! That’s my spot, and you know it!</em></strong></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> He knows what he’s doing and he knows how to work, but Texas just doesn’t seem to buy into </em>Jarrett<em> as a legitimate, egomaniac heel. Maybe he’s too young. Maybe they’ll come around.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><strong>Jarrett, </strong><strong><em>you haven’t won a match here and you’re already whining for a shot at this? I tell ya what -- I believe in opportunities, and I will give you just that. You’ll have three matches leading up to Freedom Fight, and if you win them all, you’ll be the one that faces off with </em></strong><strong>Bob Roop</strong><strong><em> for the title. Should you lose, however, he will face a Mystery Challenger in the main event. Now get ready, because your first challenge is right now!</em></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>I felt that this went down well. </em>Jarrett’s<em> a mixed bag, but he’s getting better and is establishing himself as a real piece a shit. That’s what I want out of him. </em>Roop<em> came across as the big deal we positioned him to be, and that’s good. There aren’t a lot of Olympic athletes in our business, and to have one who represented ol’ glory is a real coup for USPW. </em><em><strong>Grade: 57.</strong></em></p><p> </p><p> <em>I had high hopes for this main event. Our in-ring action had delivered better all night than it did in San Antonio last week, and I felt these two workers could really put an exclamation point on our second show.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fjaJyG/Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> vs. <img alt="Brian_Pillman.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/hwbDYG/Brian_Pillman.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> Jeff Jarrett vs. Brian Pillman</p><p> </p><p> <em>Knowing what was on the line, </em>Jarrett<em> didn’t give </em>Pillman<em> a second to get settled, racing across the ring as soon as the bell sounded and pummeling his adversary. He worked every heel trick in the book, from fingernails down the back to dragging </em>Brian’s<em> face across the ropes. </em>Pillman<em> ducked away from a leapfrog body guillotine, hitting a pair of dropkicks and a half senton that had the crowd believing he could end </em>Jarrett’s<em> title pursuit before it even began. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he spotted </em>Susan Sexton<em>, who had climbed onto the apron to complain to the ref. As he went over to see what the fuss was about, </em>Jarett<em> pounced on his opportunity with a low blow and a roll-up, earning himself his first win.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> The heels celebrated in the ring, </em>Sexton<em> smiling in her sequined dress, tending to </em>Jeff<em> while he stared into the hard camera, gesturing his hands around his waist as though to claim the belt as his own already. </em><em><strong>Grade: 60</strong></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>I really enjoyed this show. We were able to advance the stories and characters we wanted, while debuting a new one in the main event that performed above crowd expectations. We’d introduced our style of women’s wrestling as well -- and while I don’t think it’s ready for a division and a title just yet, it is something we will continue sporadically moving forward. If you’re good enough, and you’re tough enough, we’ll do what we can to find a spot for ya.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> I waved off </em>Bill<em> and </em>Jerry<em> and headed to my office. The ideas were churning in my head, and I had to get to a pen and some paper before they faded away.</em></p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="K-Nection" data-cite="K-Nection" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>You know it is way easier for me to buy Dubya as a goofy wrestling promoter than a goofy president. And I can't believe Vampiro beat up Nick Patrick right before the first show. You have enough going on here to peak my interest. I'll be reading.</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Heh, I felt the same way. I was going to play this mod for fun, but I saw him as a user character and the ideas just kept coming to me. I'd been wanting to do a diary for a while, and his character in this timeline was just too good to pass up.</p><p> </p><p> Was surprised at Vamp. I didn't have any real plans for him, but wanted to give him a shot since I'm familiar with his work and his character. Swing and a miss -- but he probably wasn't a great character for this product anyway. I don't know how I would have fit him in.</p><p> </p><p> Thanks for reading. I'm having a ton of fun planning out the stories so far. It really adds a lot to the playing experience.</p>
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<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="USPW.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/gRbwqw/USPW.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> USPW American Wrestling</p><p> 4th Thursday of March, 1987</p><p> Rodeo Arena (Mesquite, Texas)</p><p> Paid Attendance: 937</p><p> </p><p> <em>Phil La Fon, it turns out, is quite the artist. He had sketched some caricatures of the Vampiro/Nick Patrick scuffle from our first show and brought them in to show off. We all got a good laugh at his portrayal of Vamp.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> We were learning more and more about what our audience liked and didn’t, and were set to make some big steps forward this week. </em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Brother_Love.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/f46Wnb/Brother_Love.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> </p><p> <em>We open the show with </em>Brother Love<em> in the ring. He delivers some thinly veiled insults at the crowd here in Mesquite, Texas, before inviting “USPW’s Olympic Hero,” </em>Bob Roop<em>, to join him.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Bob_Roop.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/mi4pqw/Bob_Roop.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> As they stand in the ring together, </em>Love<em> begins to make his point. </em><em><strong>I’m here for one reason, </strong></em><strong>Brother Roop</strong><strong><em>, to take you to the top! To heights you’ve never seen before! </em></strong><strong>Brother Roop</strong><strong><em>, you have accomplished so much without me. You’ve been the Florida Heavyweight Champion. You’ve been an All-American. Oh, </em></strong><strong>Brother Roop</strong><strong><em>, you’ve been an Olympic competitor for these United States of America! But there’s one thing you haven’t been, </em></strong><strong>Brother Roop</strong><strong><em> -- though you can be with my help. Heed my words, </em></strong><strong>Brother Roop</strong><strong><em>, and together we can make you World Heavyweight Champion!</em></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Roop<em> doesn’t seem too impressed, and scans the building to gauge the audience’s reaction to this proposal. As he raises the mic to retort, we’re interrupted by a predictable voice.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fjaJyG/Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> <em><strong>Now you just wait one dang minute,</strong></em><em> </em>Jarrett<em> begins as he climbs into the ring. </em><em><strong>Not you, not </strong></em><strong>Dubya</strong><strong><em>, not </em></strong><strong>God</strong><strong><em> himself will keep me from walking out of Freedom Fight with that World Heavyweight Championship! The fact that your boy, ol’ </em></strong><strong>Dubya</strong><strong><em>, has me jumping through these hoops doesn’t make it any less of an inevitability, old man. Your time has passed, and my time is NOW.</em></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Jarrett <em>continues to impress me. He probably is a little young to be real convincing with his current gimmick, but he knows how to press buttons on the stick and get heat in any situation. </em><em><strong>Grade: 52</strong></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Before </em>Roop<em> had the chance to respond, I came from the back to say my piece to </em>Jeff.</p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="George_W_Bush_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dfQvTG/George_W_Bush_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> </p><p> <em><strong>First of all, </strong></em><strong>Jarrett</strong><strong><em>, these aren’t hoops you’re jumping through, these are men you’re fighting -- men you’re fighting to earn the honor of facing a United States Olympian in my ring, for the USPW World Heavyweight Championship!</em></strong></p><p><strong><em> </em></strong></p><p><strong><em> Second of all, I’d suggest you stop yappin and start stretchin, because your match this week is up next, and the Mystery Challenger I have lined up is just waiting for you to miss a step!</em></strong></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em>Jarrett<em> looked pissed as I left the ring. </em>Roop<em> followed shortly behind me, with </em>Brother Love<em> chasing him up the aisle.</em></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>These segments went down pretty well. </em>Jeff<em> and I were supposed to bicker more about the Mystery Challenger, but I exited the ring before my cue. Despite this flub, we’d positioned </em>Roop<em> as a big deal to have managers from other territories coming to recruit his services. </em>Roop<em> has the personality of a wooden rocking chair, but I think we’re doing a good job of hiding that so far.</em><em><strong>Grade: 56.</strong></em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fjaJyG/Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> vs. <img alt="Bugsy_Mc_Graw.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/iQSsQw/Bugsy_Mc_Graw.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> Jeff Jarrett vs. Bugsy McGraw</p><p> </p><p> <em>Already hot from the way the opening segments went, </em>Jarrett<em> again pounced on his opponent as soon as the bell rang and began working over </em>Bugsy’s<em> back. He’s entertained crowds in Florida, Dallas, and Memphis for twenty-plus years, but father time is really beginning to kick </em>Bugsy’s<em> ass. I have a feeling he’ll be a useful member of the family for years to come, but the clock is ticking on his in-ring usefulness.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> The story was easy to tell as it was a reflection of truth -- as tough and experienced </em>McGraw<em> is, he could not keep up with a younger, superior athlete. Not that I thought he needed too, but </em>Jeff<em> threw his legs up on the ropes to ensure a pinfall win following a Fisherman’s Suplex. </em><em><strong>Grade: 49</strong></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>The cameras pan backstage to reveal </em>Dubya<em> headed into the locker room.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="George_W_Bush_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dfQvTG/George_W_Bush_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Brian_Pillman.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/hwbDYG/Brian_Pillman.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> </p><p> Pillman<em> is shown warming up for his upcoming match when I approach him. </em><em><strong>You turned a lot of heads last week, </strong></em><strong>Brian.</strong><strong><em> You kept up step for step in the main event, and might have won the match if not for that weasel and his wench. I’m givin you another shot tonight, prove me right.</em></strong></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>This segment went over better than I expected. I’d like to take credit for it, but I’m pretty sure it’s Texas buying into </em>Pillman<em> and his character. All fine by me -- I love what the kid showed in the ring last week and I couldn’t wait for him to build on it this week. </em><em><strong>Grade: 58.</strong></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Brian_Pillman.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/hwbDYG/Brian_Pillman.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><em> vs. </em><img alt="Tony_Charles.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dvm5Cb/Tony_Charles.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> Brian Pillman vs. Tony Charles</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>I was impressed by what I’d seen from these two in their previous appearances, and wanted to see what they could bring out of each other. </em></em><em>Pillman</em><em><em> can fly around that ring, and </em></em><em>Charles</em><em><em> was forced to resort to his dirty tricks to try to keep the supreme athlete grounded. It wasn’t long before he was overwhelmed, however, and eating a Flying Corkscrew Crossbody from </em></em><em>Pillman</em><em><em> that led to the pinfall. This crowd lost their shit at the sight of that move -- </em></em><em>Pillman</em><em><em> is tailor-made for this audience and this match delivered better than I could have ever hoped -- in my opinion, it was our best match to date. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 66.</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Ashley_Cartier.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/cwpsSb/Ashley_Cartier.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Sting_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fWbNsb/Sting_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dBradG/Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Ashley Cartier</em><em><em> is shown backstage carrying a tray from catering. A rich salad sits next to a hearty looking steak, and </em></em><em>Ashley</em><em><em> is wearing that smile that stops time as she leaves the buffet. She only makes it a few steps before a hand slaps the tray out of her grasp -- the hand of </em></em><em>Dirty Dutch Mantell</em><em><em>. He bellows a laugh as </em></em><em>Sting</em><em><em> approaches, looking to be in a much more sour mood.</em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><strong>That’s MY steak, </strong></em></em><em><strong>Dutch.</strong></em><em> Sting </em><em><em>is clearly tired of </em></em><em>Dutch’s</em><em><em> antics, especially given his friend is caught in the crosshairs.</em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em>Dutch</em><em><em> continues snickering. </em></em><em><em><strong>You heard him, babydoll. Pick it up!</strong></em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><strong>Hold it, </strong></em></em><em><strong>Ashley.</strong></em><em><em><strong> I said you, </strong></em></em><em><strong> Dutch.</strong></em><em><em><strong> YOU pick it up.</strong></em></em><em> Sting’s </em><em><em>response has wiped the smile off </em></em><em>Dutch’s</em><em><em> face.</em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><strong>Think about what you’re doin’, </strong></em></em><em><strong>Stinger</strong></em><em><em><strong>. I been in this business a long time, and I’ve made a lot of friends. You sure you wanna make a stand here?</strong></em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em>Sting</em><em><em> steps closer to </em></em><em>Dutch</em><em><em>, beckoning him to throw a punch. A punch is thrown -- but not from either of these two men.</em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><img alt="Ron_Bass.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/kwWmkw/Ron_Bass.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> The pair lay the boots to </em></em><em>Sting</em><em><em> while </em></em><em>Ashley</em><em><em> screams for help. Voices are heard approaching while </em></em><em>Dutch</em><em><em> and </em></em><em>Ron</em><em><em> make their timely exits.</em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>I loved every second of this segment. It’s essentially a scene lifted straight from one of my favorite movies, </em></em><em>The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance</em><em><em>, though we ended in a different direction for the heels to come out strong. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 65.</strong></em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Rick_Steiner_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/jZgGJG/Rick_Steiner_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Scott_Steiner_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/hkhOyG/Scott_Steiner_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><em> vs. </em><img alt="Bob_Holly_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/nCbstG/Bob_Holly_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Cousin_Luke.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dvGE7b/Cousin_Luke.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> The Steiner Brothers vs. Bob Holly and Gene Petit</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>This match was intended to be a short one -- to tell the story of the </em></em><em>Steiners</em><em><em> apparent stranglehold on our tag team division. Our fans are really buying into the </em></em><em>Steiners</em><em><em>, and especially </em></em><em>Rick</em><em><em>. They popped hard for him when he climbed the top rope for the </em></em><em>Steiner Device</em><em><em>, while </em></em><em>Scott</em><em><em> made the cover for the victory. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 60</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>Before they could reach for mics again this week, I approached the ring to deliver some news.</em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><img alt="George_W_Bush_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dfQvTG/George_W_Bush_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><strong>Well how ‘bout it, Mesquite? Do these two bring everything you could hope to see in a tag team or what?</strong></em></em></p><p><em><em><strong> </strong></em></em></p><p><em><em><strong> Now, there’s another reason I came out here tonight, gentlemen. I heard you loud and clear last week, and I think I’ve got just the team to challenge you at Freedom Fight for our first ever USPW World Tag Team titles! You’ll have the opportunity to meet them for yourselves next week when we sign the contracts in the middle of the ring.</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Not a bad segment here. Our crowd loves the </em>Steiners<em>, they can tolerate me when I’m not botching my lines, and who doesn’t love a good week of suspense? </em><em><strong>Grade: 59.</strong></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Bam_Bam_Bigelow_5.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/khr8yG/Bam_Bam_Bigelow_5.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><em> vs. </em><img alt="Doug_Furnas_2.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/caxFdG/Doug_Furnas_2.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> Bam Bam Bigelow vs. Doug Furnas</em></p><p><em> Bam Bam</em><em><em> was supposed to go over big here. I say supposed to because by the time the match started, I’m not sure he knew where he was. He somehow looked lethargic and anxious at the same time. I could tell something was off, and that’s when </em></em><em>Bill</em><em><em> called me over. By his bag in the locker room was an empty 12-pack of beer and a mirror with his driver’s license and a weird residue This is a problem. I had to give the go home cue early so we could try to get the hell out of here without an incident. I turned to send some of the boys out for the planned dusty finish, only to see one’s cleared the curtain already. </em></em><em><em><strong>Go, </strong></em></em><em><strong>Ron!</strong></em><em><em><strong> Go!</strong></em></em><em><em> I shouted. </em></em><em>Nick Patrick</em><em><em> was forced to call the match due to violent, overwhelming interference from </em></em><em>Dutch Mantell </em><em><em>and</em></em><em> Ron Bass! </em><em><em><strong>Grade: 59</strong></em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dBradG/Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Ron_Bass.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/kwWmkw/Ron_Bass.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>The beatdown continues. They’ve got </em></em><em>Bam Bam</em><em><em> down and are keeping him down with some really brutal kicks to the head and face. </em></em><em>Bam Bam’s</em><em><em> busted open the hard way before the fans explode with excitement.</em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><img alt="Sting_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fWbNsb/Sting_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em><em> It’s </em></em><em>Sting!</em><em><em> It’s</em></em><em> Sting! Sting</em><em><em> hits the ring and goes right after </em></em><em>Dutch</em><em><em>, rolling around the ring and trading punches. It isn’t long before </em></em><em>Ron</em><em><em> steps in, and the numbers game becomes too much.</em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><strong>I warned you! I warned you! You boys come in here with less than 5,000 miles in your career and think you’re the show?</strong></em></em><em><em> </em></em><em>Dutch</em><em><em> is enraged, beating the young babyfaces while the crowd looks on helplessly. </em></em><em><em><strong>If you don’t want to respect the REAL men who made this business, that’s fine. The choice is yours. But the consequences -- those are up to me. I’m </strong></em></em><em><strong>Dirty Dutch Mantell</strong></em><em><em><strong>, he’s </strong></em></em><em><strong>Rough Ron Bass</strong></em><em><em><strong>, and you, boys, well, you’re just in over your heads!</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> I thought this segment went over well, but I thought it could be better. </em>Dutch<em> brought it as usual, but </em>Bam Bam’s<em> early partying really hampered the final two segments of this show. We’ve put him in a prime spot -- if he can’t handle it, I’ll be forced to find someone who can. </em><em><strong>Grade: 59</strong></em></p><p> </p><p> <em>I liked the show as a whole this week. I feel like we’re making real progress each time out, and I couldn’t be having a better time watching these characters be brought to life. We were nearing Freedom Fight, however, and hadn’t really established any matches. We know </em>Bob Roop<em> is fighting for the World Heavyweight Championship -- but not against who. Can </em>Jeff Jarrett<em> win the third match required to earn the shot? Likewise know the </em>Steiner Brothers<em> have a tag title shot, but their opponents will remain a mystery for another week. These next few weeks are sure to clear things up.</em></p>
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Just started reading and one phrase has me hooked....pissed in his cheerios. As a Texas boy myself I can't tell you how often I use that phrase. Consider me hooked on that alone...and the fact that the Stinger is here <img alt=":D" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/biggrin.png.929299b4c121f473b0026f3d6e74d189.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" />
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="SilentDeath" data-cite="SilentDeath" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Just started reading and one phrase has me hooked....pissed in his cheerios. As a Texas boy myself I can't tell you how often I use that phrase. Consider me hooked on that alone...and the fact that the Stinger is here <img alt=":D" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/biggrin.png.929299b4c121f473b0026f3d6e74d189.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Hahah, I'm trying to make Dubya's dialogue accurate, mirroring some of his (mis)quotes and campaign mottos into his speech, but I don't wanna sound like I'm forcing a southern accent on him either. He doesn't talk like a Huck Finn character even though he has an accent, so it's a weird line to toe. Phrases like that help, I think.</p><p> </p><p> Thanks for reading. Stinger will surely have something to say after the assault he received last show at the hands of Dirty Dutch and Rough Ron.</p>
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<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="USPW.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/gRbwqw/USPW.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>

<em>We started our agents meeting really early today. Due to a calendar-reading error on my part (whoops), we had one week, one show, to finalize the card for our first mega event, </em>Freedom Fight<em>. We had work to do.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

</em>Bam Bam<em> was real critical of both </em>Dave Taylor<em> and </em>Phil La Fon<em> this past month. At first I began watching them more critically to see where he was coming from, but his credibility is in the toilet. He’d better watch his own ass.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

</em>Tony Charles<em> and </em>Ron Bass<em> had been getting along real well backstage. A lightweight Brit and a heavyweight cowboy -- who’da thought?</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

I would need </em>Bill<em> and </em>Jerry<em> to help with writing the scripts and brainstorming creative, so I brought in another agent to help the boys put together the stories for their matches, </em>Dominic DeNucci. Dom<em> comes highly regarded -- he had a stellar run in the Tri State last decade, winning some tag titles and memorably feuding with </em>Pat Patterson<em>, and since then has trained </em>Moondog Spot<em>, one of our refs (I’d hired more after that kid scared the hell outta </em>Nick<em>, I wasn’t sure he’d come back), and a pair of the younger guys we’d had backstage but have yet to debut. I think everyone will benefit from having him around.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

I’d also brought in another old-timer who was still active, who I was hoping could help develop our upper card guys. At 44 years old, this guy had seen it all, and was the top villain in </em>Central States<em> in the late 70s and early 80s. He’d won their Heavyweight title five times, their tag titles twice, and was also their Television champion twice. I’d watched him a bit and loved his workrate.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

Word travels fast in this business, though. Shortly after I’d gotten off the phone to lock in the deal, I got a call from </em>Jim Ross<em>. I liked </em>Jim<em> and respected him a ton -- I’d approached him early on in this project about jumping from </em>Bill Watts’ UWF<em>, but he respectfully declined. He’s a Mid South man, but I think he’s got his eyes on the east coast.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

Anyhow, he got to telling me some stories about the man I’d just hired. Apparently, he liked to take liberties with people in the ring, from opposing wrestlers to even referees -- really, anyone that was smaller than he was. He’d even been accused more than once of stealing from the locker room.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

I’d have to decide how I was going to book this guy. I could use him as I originally intended, and hope that </em>Jim’s<em> advice was merely bad blood and politicking over an old grudge, or if it was sincere and I had a problem on the payroll I’d have to deal with.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

I decided I’d best meet him first. Even if he had made mistakes in the past -- who hasn’t? They say you can get a good look at a t-bone steak by sticking your head up a steer’s ass, but you’re better off taking the butcher’s word for it. As for me? I always had my head up an ass.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

So I met the guy. He was… Weird. Really weird. I can’t explain it, but something about his aura and his presence make me really uneasy. It’s as though he’s composing himself just enough to conceal something… sinister. He’s got name value to spare, so I think I’ll job him out for a show or two. At the first sign of trouble, though, he is gone. I’ll be sure to have </em>Dutch<em> and </em>Ron<em> with me in the room when it happens.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

As for the show -- we knew the high points we wanted to hit. We had to establish who would compete with </em>Bob Roop<em> for our World Heavyweight title -- would </em>Jeff Jarrett<em> be able to secure the necessary third victory? Who would be the surprise team that meets the challenge of </em>The Steiner Brothers<em> for our World Tag titles?</em> Dirty Dutch <em>and</em> Rough Ron<em> had struck first and struck hard at </em>Sting<em> and </em>Bam Bam, <em>how would the faces respond? We’d been building these three stories for the show -- would there be any other surprises?</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

As we entered April, I wanted to have a look at what was going on elsewhere in the business.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

Harley Race and Randy Savage beat Hulk Hogan and Ricky Steamboat in the main event of Wrestlemania 3. They ran a really hot angle featuring Hogan and Andre the Giant brawling. I wonder if that could have done better business in the main event. Elsewhere on the card, The Hart Foundation defended their tag titles against The Killer Bees, and The Fabulous Moolah went over Desiree Peterson.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

Akira Maeda went over Mr. Pogo to retain the IWGP Heavyweight title.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

Ric Flair beat Barry Windham to retain the NWA Heavyweight title.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

Riki Choshu defeated Samson Fukyuki to retain his PWF World Heavyweight title, and Jumbo Tsuruta beat Super Strong Machine to retain the NWA International Heavyweight title.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

Nick Bockwinkel went over Jimmy Snuka to retain the AWA World Heavyweight title, and Verne has really been booking Curt Hennig strong lately. If Vince has Hogan and Jim’s got Flair, it looks like Verne’s going to stack Curt up next to ‘em. We went hard at Curt for our original roster, but he ultimately signed an exclusive deal with Verne. I was sore about that. Jarrett had been improving and ultimately doing well, though I couldn’t help but wonder what could have been. I think Curt would make one hell of an egomaniac type character, should someone cast him in the roll some day. He’s a good fit in Minnesota, though, and can play off the legacy his dad built there to get the fans behind him. Maybe he’s the one to make AWA great again. Hey, that’s pretty catchy…</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>

Dom worked tirelessly with the boys leading up to curtain while Bill, Jerry, and myself scampered about to be sure everyone was on the same page for what direction each segment would go in. By the time we were ready to go live -- or perhaps more accurately, our audience was ready for us to go live -- I felt we’d put together a strong go home show for Freedom Fight. Hopefully the fans will agree.</em></p>

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<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="USPW.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/gRbwqw/USPW.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> USPW American Wrestling</p><p> 1st Thursday of April, 1987</p><p> McDonald Gym (Beaumont, Texas)</p><p> Paid Attendance: 1,000 (Sellout!)</p><p> </p><p> Bill<em> came by to tell me we had another problem. </em>Doug Furnas<em> was passed out next to a homemade, 3-foot tall PVC water bong. Apparently it was his travel piece of choice, inconspicuously deconstructing and reconstructing different designs each use. I woke him up with a stern ass-chewin’ and sent him home for the show. I hollered about how he was going over tonight and now he blew it, which pissed him off even worse, but it wasn’t true. I was just hoping to get through to him that he’d messed up big. Maybe after his buzz wears off it’ll dawn on him.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em>Dutch<em> has a great mind for the business, and he can spot a talent worth investing time in from a mile away. He’d taken a special liking to that kid </em>Mick<em> early on, and was impressed with what he saw with another one of </em>Dom’s<em> trainees who’d been around backstage and before the shows. They’ve been talking a lot lately -- I’m grateful he takes the time to work with the young guys.</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><img alt="Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dBradG/Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Shane_Douglas_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/eKt6OG/Shane_Douglas_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Dutch Mantell has taken Shane Douglas under his wing as a protege.</em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> <em>We opened the show with </em>Sting<em> and </em>Bam Bam<em> in the ring. They call out </em>Dirty Dutch<em> and </em>Rough Ron<em>, who come from behind the curtain. They’re wearing matching black Hardee hats, black full-length dusters, and black bullwhips, a clear signal of their alliance to the audience and to viewers at home. </em>Sting<em> and </em>Dutch<em> do the heavy lifting on the sticks while </em>Bam Bam<em> and </em>Ron<em> mostly stand around looking like the terrifying human beings that they are.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Sting_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fWbNsb/Sting_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Bam_Bam_Bigelow_5.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/khr8yG/Bam_Bam_Bigelow_5.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em><strong>Let me be honest with you, </strong></em></em><em><strong>Beaumont, Texas</strong></em><em><em><strong>,</strong></em></em><em><em> </em></em><em>Sting</em><em><em> begins, </em></em><em><em><strong>I’m not in a good mood tonight. You all saw last week, either on KFDA or on WSNS, me and my guy </strong></em></em><em><strong>Bam Bam</strong></em><em><em><strong> take a real beating at the hands -- and feet -- of the two walking piles of garbage you see at the top of the ramp. We need to settle this, and </strong></em></em><em><strong>Dirty Dutch</strong></em><em><em><strong> I have to ask you, is there any better place, or any better time, or any other way, to settle this than me and my guy stepping into this ring to fight you and your guy at Freedom Fight?!</strong></em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dBradG/Dutch_Mantell_80s.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> Dutch</em><em><em> and </em></em><em>Ron</em><em><em> share a knowing smirk. </em></em><em><em><em><strong>Boys, it would seem you prefer to learn your lesson the hard way. You’re prideful men -- stupid, but prideful -- and pride is an admirable trait for a man to possess. But know this, boys -- many have met their demise failing to keep their pride in check. We’ll see you there.</strong></em></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><em>These four men have been in each other’s faces since our inception. They delivered another strong segment for us here as they finish the build to their Freedom Fight showdown. </em></em></em><em><em><em><strong>Grade: 66.</strong></em></em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><em>The crowd was buzzing at the thought of </em></em></em><em><em>Dirty Dutch</em></em><em><em><em> and </em></em></em><em><em>Rough Ron</em></em><em><em><em> against two such powerful babyfaces before I made my way to the ring and invited </em></em></em><em><em>Brian Pillman</em></em><em><em><em> to join me.</em></em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="George_W_Bush_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dfQvTG/George_W_Bush_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Brian_Pillman.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/hwbDYG/Brian_Pillman.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><strong>Brian</strong></em></em><em><em><em><strong>, you have been wowing our live audiences here in Texas and exploding off television screens in Chicago ever since you stepped out from behind that curtain. </strong></em></em></em><em><em><strong>Jeff Jarrett</strong></em></em><em><em><em><strong> robbed you of a signature win, and I recognize that. Hell, this whole building recognizes it! You showed everyone just how good you are the very next week against </strong></em></em></em><em><em><strong>Tony Charles.</strong></em></em><em><em><em><strong> It is for these reasons that I’m giving you a shot at the very first USPW Television Title at Freedom Fight!</strong></em></em></em><em><em><em> </em></em></em><em><em>Pillman</em></em><em><em><em> nodded approvingly at the decision, and played to the crowd on the turnbuckles as they supported the decision.</em></em></em></p><p><em><em><em> </em></em></em></p><p><em><em><em> </em></em></em><em><em><em><strong>We need to decide your opponent, however. We know </strong></em></em></em><em><em><strong>Charles</strong></em></em><em><em><em><strong> is one of the best wrestlers England has to offer, and is chomping at the bit for another shot at you. I made some phone calls north of the border, too, to find one of the best they’ve got, and the two of them are squaring up next for the opportunity to face you at Freedom Fight!</strong></em></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><em>Our fans love Pillman. He looks the part and they’ve been wowed by his workrate to this point. </em></em></em><em><em><em><strong>Grade: 52.</strong></em></em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Tony_Charles.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dvm5Cb/Tony_Charles.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Owen_Hart_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/kOL3Lw/Owen_Hart_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em><em> Tony Charles vs. Owen Hart</em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><em>These two worked a real solid technical style, exchanging catch holds and stretches for several minutes as </em></em></em><em><em>Pillman</em></em><em><em><em> sat in on commentary. </em></em></em><em><em>Charles</em></em><em><em><em> took control of the match, working over </em></em></em><em><em>Hart’s</em></em><em><em><em> right knee with ferocity before pausing, shouting insults to </em></em></em><em><em>Pillman</em></em><em><em><em> and riling up the crowd. </em></em></em><em><em>Hart,</em></em><em><em><em> seeing this as his big opportunity, used the moment to regain his composure and mount an attack of his own. </em></em></em><em><em>Charles</em></em><em><em><em> rolled out of the ring to slow things down, inviting </em></em></em><em><em>Hart</em></em><em><em><em> to a knuckle lock as he re-entered. What followed was one of the most incredible displays of technical wrestling I had ever seen. The two flipped and rolled around the ground, never once breaking their grip as the crowd rose to their feet and applauded the display. As </em></em></em><em><em>Hart</em></em><em><em><em> gazed across the crowd to soak the moment in, </em></em></em><em><em>Charles</em></em><em><em><em> went straight back after that right knee like a brahma after a heifer. A few body guillotines on the ropes and a flying leg lock in the center, he locked on the single leg boston crab for the submission win. </em></em></em><em><em>Charles</em></em><em><em><em> is fantastic in the ring, but everyone in the back was real impressed with </em></em></em><em><em>Hart. Tony</em></em><em><em><em> always looks good, but </em></em></em><em><em>Hart</em></em><em><em><em> did his part to make each hold look particularly excruciating tonight, easily gaining the audience’s sympathy. </em></em></em><em><em><em><strong>Grade: 62.</strong></em></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> The Steiner Brothers</em></em><em><em><em> entered the ring and asked me to join them, curious as to who their opponent would be for the USPW World Tag titles at Freedom Fight.</em></em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Rick_Steiner_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/jZgGJG/Rick_Steiner_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Scott_Steiner_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/hkhOyG/Scott_Steiner_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><em><strong>We’ve called you down here for one reason, </strong></em></em></em><em><em><strong>Dubya. Rick</strong></em></em><em><em><em><strong> and I have shown we are the best tag team USPW has to offer. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again -- you gotta be bad to compete with the best! Now all me and my brother wanna know is, what unfortunate team have you found for us to steamroll on our way to the straps?</strong></em></em></em></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> Scott’s </em></em><em><em><em>firmly taken over as the mouthpiece for this team. </em></em></em><em><em>Rick</em></em><em><em><em> will occasionally chime in with a catch phrase or to reinforce a point, but largely he’s working the crowd in the background. There looks like a real spark here, it’s working for them.</em></em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="George_W_Bush_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dfQvTG/George_W_Bush_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em><em> </em></em></p><p><em><em> </em></em><em><em><strong>I heard you loud and clear when you claimed you’re the best, fellas. In fact, I’m inclined to agree with you. You both have the credentials, and you’re backing them up right here in USPW. I set the bar high when searching for the right team to bring in. I made phone calls all over North America -- I called Calgary, I called, Portland, Chicago, Minneapolis, Florida, Charlotte, Tijuana and every other name on the map I could think of. Eventually I found a team that I think just might be bad enough for you boys.</strong></em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Pat_Tanaka_2.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dbZcDG/Pat_Tanaka_2.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Paul_Diamond.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/bKdhfw/Paul_Diamond.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em><strong>Ladies and gentleman, live at Freedom Fight, we will see </strong></em></em><em><strong>The Steiner Brothers</strong></em><em><em><strong> in action opposite </strong></em></em><em><strong>Badd Company</strong></em><em><em><strong> for the USPW World Tag Team titles!</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>The Steiners were solid here, but Paul and Pat weren’t as well received by the audience as I’d hoped. I’m chalking this up to my error in scheduling -- with an extra week, we’d have been able to properly introduce Badd Company. Still, they played their parts very well and the angle served it’s purpose. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 47</strong></em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Sting_0.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fWbNsb/Sting_0.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><em> vs. </em><img alt="Steven_Regal_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/n2qAdG/Steven_Regal_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> Sting vs. Steven Regal</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>I sent these two out in the middle of the show for a slow, easy to watch match. We had a lot going on in our angles tonight, and I wanted our broadcast team to be able to talk more about the match </em></em><em>Sting</em><em><em> would be involved in at Freedom Fight. Though most watching expected the inevitable result, </em></em><em>Regal</em><em><em> did a good job looking like he belonged in the ring. The kid can’t buy a beer, but he can work. After we were satisfied with how the announcers had put over the big match, we had the ref give the go-home cue, as </em></em><em>Sting</em><em><em> hit the Stinger Splash for the win. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 59</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>I approached the ring again following the match, as I had something I needed to discuss. I called </em></em><em>Jeff Jarrett</em><em><em> from the back.</em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="George_W_Bush_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dfQvTG/George_W_Bush_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> </em><em><strong>Jarrett,</strong></em><em><em><strong> I’ve got a real problem with the way you’ve been winning these matches. Results matter -- but how you earn them matters just as well around here. Cheatin’ your way to the top will not be tolerated in USPW, not on my watch.</strong></em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fjaJyG/Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em><em><em><strong>We had a deal, </strong></em></em><em><strong>Dubya</strong></em><em><em><strong>, three wins, and I am in. I’ve already knocked two off, and I’m ready for the third. Now if you’ll introduce my final opponent, I’d be happy to send him back to whatever third-rate territory you pulled them from before I do the same to </strong></em></em><em><strong>Bob Roop</strong></em><em><em><strong> at Freedom Fight.</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>Another solid appearance from the slimeball </em></em><em>Jarrett</em><em><em>. He’s moving from strength to strength each week, generating more and more heat each time out. </em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 65</strong></em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Bob Roop</em><em><em>joined me ringside to take in the contest and with that, it was time for our main event match.</em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fjaJyG/Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="Bob_Sweetan.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/gu3etG/Bob_Sweetan.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> Jeff Jarrett vs. Bob Sweetan</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Sweetan</em><em><em> wasn’t happy about putting over other talent, but I didn’t really care. I’d brought </em></em><em>Dutch, Ron, </em><em><em>and</em></em><em> Dom</em><em><em> with me to plan this match out with him, and I was sticking to my guns. I almost wanted him to act out so I had a reason to fire him. Not yet. As the bulky, aging </em></em><em>Sweetan</em><em><em> fought hard, but as the contest continued, he grew tired. </em></em><em>Jarrett</em><em><em> capitalized on this with a quick attack, bouncing off the ropes for clotheslines and drop kicks to fell his opponent. Ascending to the second turnbuckle, he waited for </em></em><em>Sweetan</em><em><em> to rise before smashing him with a flying double axe handle. As if to add injury to insult, he stared me down with a smile as he threw his feet on the turnbuckle for the added leverage</em></em><em><em><strong>Grade: 59.</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fjaJyG/Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p><em> </em><em><em><strong>I’m coming for you, </strong></em></em><em><strong>Roop.</strong></em><em><em><strong> You may have done some great things in the past, but there’s only one man to carry this business into the next decade and beyond, and his name is </strong></em></em><em><strong>Jeff Jarrett!</strong></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="George_W_Bush_1.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/dfQvTG/George_W_Bush_1.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> </em><em><strong>Jeff</strong></em><em><em><strong>, I told you this sort of thing would not be tolerated in USPW. Now, I’m a man of my word, so you will have your chance at the USPW World Heavyweight title at Freedom Fight. Yes, it will be </strong></em></em><em><strong>Jeff Jarrett, vs. Bob Roop, vs. the Mystery Opponent!</strong></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><em>Jarrett’s seething as </em></em><em>Roop</em><em><em> looks at me quizzically. I gesture towards the curtain as the audience stands, craning their necks for a better view. They explode at the sight, and the three men stare each other down as the screen fades to black.</em></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><img alt="Bob_Roop.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/mi4pqw/Bob_Roop.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><em> vs. </em><img alt="Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/fjaJyG/Jeff_Jarrett_89.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><em> vs. </em><img alt="Steve_Williams_88.jpg" data-src="https://image.ibb.co/k4pGOG/Steve_Williams_88.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><em> The main event of Freedom Fight will feature Bob Roop vs. Jeff Jarrett vs. Steve Williams for the USPW World Heavyweight Title </em><em><em><strong>Grade: 64</strong></em></em></p></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> </em><em><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Reader Prediction Card</span></strong></em></p><p><em> </em></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44339" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><p><em> USPW World Tag Team title match</em></p><p><em> The Steiner Brothers vs. Badd Company</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> USPW Television title match</em></p><p><em> Brian Pillman vs. Tony Charles</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> Sting & Bam Bam vs. Dirty Dutch and Rough Ron</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> USPW World Heavyweight title match</em></p><p><em> Bob Roop vs. Jeff Jarrett vs. Steve Williams</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em> BONUS</em></p><p><em> Who takes the fall/submission in the main event?</em></p></div></blockquote>
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