EBEZA Posted October 13, 2019 Share Posted October 13, 2019 Where oh where is Dave Rayyyyyyne? Other than that, fun stuff as usual! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dstephe4 Posted October 13, 2019 Author Share Posted October 13, 2019 <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="EBEZA" data-cite="EBEZA" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46872" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Where oh where is Dave Rayyyyyyne? <img alt=":eek:" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/eek.png.0e09df00fa222c85760b9bc1700b5405.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p> </p><p> Other than that, fun stuff as usual! <img alt=":D" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/biggrin.png.929299b4c121f473b0026f3d6e74d189.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Keep those eyes peeled, pal...</p> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dstephe4 Posted November 3, 2019 Author Share Posted November 3, 2019 The One In Which I Sheepishly Buy Time By Admitting I Have Betrayed You "Oi dickhead! What the hell happened?! We were enjoying this dynasty and it was just gathering momentum, then you dissappear, you Limey sack of wank!!" This thread is still alive. I could blame a recent family holiday for my silence. I could blame a thousand mitigating factors. Where have I been? An addiction stronger than heroin. It's a game called Disco Elysium and it's like crack, Budweiser and Columbo rolled into one. As soon as I can emerge from this absorbing, life-consuming addiction, I shall post again. Hopefully in a few days. I am weak. But I will be back shortly. Besides, there's so much you haven't seen that's soon to come. Like the lad from Preston, and the bit where the whole tag division is burned for timber, and the thing with the midget, and the greatest new title belt that eBay can provide You people haven't even met Gerald yet. This will be back, I promise......... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joshbrady91 Posted November 4, 2019 Share Posted November 4, 2019 Really enjoyed reading through your dynasty this morning, good original stuff! Keep up the hard work. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigelow Cartwheel Posted November 4, 2019 Share Posted November 4, 2019 <p>Good to see you still about dstephe4.</p><p> </p><p> I have been similarly snared by Days Gone. Zombies and motorbikes. Awesome.</p> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dstephe4 Posted November 20, 2019 Author Share Posted November 20, 2019 The One With Nostalgic Thoughts Of Dolphins http://twistededge.org/GBW.jpg http://twistededge.org/Chapter_6_Card.jpg I'd been out of town for two weeks on holiday. The cold, bleak reception that England greeted me with made me feel about as welcome as a hooker with a penis at a children's birthday party. A week previous I was swimming with dolphins in a warm, sparkling ocean. Now here I was back in the UK surrounded by fog, snow and dog shit. Don't get me wrong, I love this country. I just wish we didn't have to keep setting fire to it just to keep warm. I needed a distraction to warm my spirits. So I inhaled a bottle of champagne with my cornflakes, and decided to cheer myself up by writing about the up-coming GBW Chapter 6 for our website. I had a smile on my face and a dance in my heart. Then I saw that these pricks had beaten me to it, and my mood sank like a body in the Thames... A Message From The Prestige: Last month the whole of professional wrestling was disgraced. Our fine and noble sport was besmirched by the actions of those unworthy of participating in the time-honoured profession of wrestling. Two members of the unwashed masses calling themselves The Dark Circus have dared to put their filthy hands on the GBW Tag Team Titles. They then retreated to their dark, dingy lair no doubt far removed from decent society. Stealing our titles was an ungentlemanly act of war. So let us, The Prestige, respond in kind. We hereby put a bounty on the heads of the nobodies calling themselves Eddie Vega and Jokey. For any common, lowly member of the GBW roster who can set about these undesirables and return to us our prized belts, there will be a grand prize indeed. A bag filled to the brim with money awaits the victor, along with a case of the finest champagne. But best of all, whomever returns our treasured belts shall earn the honour of facing us in combat. Chapter 6 will be the night to crown GBW Tag Team Champions once and for all. Who will rise to accept this truly prestigious nomination? Whom among you lowly serfs shall rise from your feeble hovels to claim riches beyond comprehension? Who shall experience the unmitigated glory of defeat to the finest faction in wrestling today? The destruction of The Dark Circus is surely a small price to pay for such splendour? Also, the following lesser athletes shall be in action at Great British Wrestling: Chapter 6... http://twistededge.org/People/!_GEN%20MALE%20095.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Prince%20Ameen.jpg Blood vs Prince Ameen In a misplaced and inadequate attempt at "leadership" the founder of GBW has begun what he comedically refers to as "The New Blood Series". The cretin known as 'Blood', a.k.a the savage lowlife who foolishly found himself removed from the roster last month, must battle for his place in GBW or never darken our door again. He shall face the disgusting Ameen, whose moniker of "Prince" is an assault to the blessed Monarchy of this fine nation. Despite aligning himself with the vagabonds that call themselves "The Bhangra Knights", there is surely no place in GBW for a peasant like Ameen. If he loses he is to be shunned from GBW forever. In the unlikely even of his victory he will be an official (albeit unworthy) new member of the GBW roster. http://twistededge.org/People/!_GEN%20MALE%20026.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/!_GEN%20MALE%20107.jpg A Kutchner Brother Whose Name It's Beneath Us To Remember vs John 'Asylum' Doe If there ever was proof that stupidity is a genetic trait shared among the lower classes, this is it. Having witnessed his brothers Sam and Dale being squashed like vermin, a third brother whose name it's frankly beneath us to remember, has stepped up for more of the same. It's the most one-sided battle since Poland took on Hitler. Quite how the deluded fanbase of this puny federation think Kutchener stands a chance is beyond our comprehension. http://twistededge.org/People/David%20Finlay%20Jr.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Tiger%20Ali.jpg David Finlay Jr vs Tiger Ali Many of the wretched masses were shocked when GBW Champion Joey Hayes unveiled the brute Finlay Jr as his bodyguard. It is like a rat hiring another rat for protection. Both are vermin. Both shall be brushed aside like the pests they are. Until then, an amusing distraction as Finlay Jr trades blows with the infidelic Tiger Ali. We, the honourable Prestige, shall enjoy this spectacle while feasting upon champagne and cucumber sandwiches. We will then decide the fate of the winner at our leisure. http://twistededge.org/People/Joey%20Hayes.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/RJ%20Singh.jpg Joey Hayes vs RJ Singh It is only a matter of time before the cross-hairs of The Prestige fix upon the GBW Champion Joey Hayes. Until then, he keeps our gold warm in a defense against RJ Singh. It will not be long before all the title belts are ours; the identity of the imbecile from whom said belt is retrieved means little to us. It was suggested via Social Media (a cheap tool for poor people to use to distract themselves from the futility of their existence) that The prestige would use this bout to scout our foes. What an amusing notion. We already know every flaw, every weakness of every so-called 'competitor' in this place. Chapter 6's main event is but a glorious time for us to watch as these fools marinate each other with punches, softening themselves up to be consumed by the irrepressible force of The Prestige. Chapter 6 is merely another step upon our inevitable rise to total, unopposable greatness. Come to The Old Mill in Leigh on Thursday night. Come see the animals of the circus bray and rutt and dance for your amusement. Then come and witness another chapter of The Prestige Saga unfold, for doing so is witnessing history in the making. The Prestige have spoken! Really enjoyed reading through your dynasty this morning, good original stuff! Keep up the hard work. Thank you very much, really glad you like it. The TEW game is such fun, I try to make my dynasties fun too. Cheers to everyone for following this much-delayed diary. Predictions welcome, as always. I'll have the results up as soon as possible - at this rate it'll be just in time for the next Olympics lol Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigelow Cartwheel Posted November 20, 2019 Share Posted November 20, 2019 Wahay! Great to see you back. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ElectricX Posted November 20, 2019 Share Posted November 20, 2019 Blood vs Prince Ameen A Kutchner Brother vs John 'Asylum' Doe David Finlay Jr vs Tiger Ali Joey Hayes vs RJ Singh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joshbrady91 Posted November 22, 2019 Share Posted November 22, 2019 Blood vs Prince Ameen A Kutchner Brother vs John 'Asylum' Doe David Finlay Jr vs Tiger Ali Joey Hayes vs RJ Singh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dstephe4 Posted January 8, 2020 Author Share Posted January 8, 2020 Good news!: I have started writing this dynasty again. Bad news!: I have started writing this dynasty again. It's a matter of perspective I guess lol After my crippling and shameful addictions to other games (I feel like such an unfaithful slut) I have clawed myself back from the precipice and found the fun in writing my inane shit again. Hopefully this will be the last shameless bump before I actually get my arse in gear and post the results. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigelow Cartwheel Posted January 8, 2020 Share Posted January 8, 2020 Always keep coming back. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ElectricX Posted January 9, 2020 Share Posted January 9, 2020 I'm excited to see what's next for your federation. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dstephe4 Posted January 15, 2020 Author Share Posted January 15, 2020 The One With An Intruder With A Belt http://twistededge.org/GBW.jpg http://twistededge.org/Chapter_6_Results.jpg Show held at The Old Mill in Leigh, Thursday Week 3, December 2019. Attendance: 54. Angle: Cash for violence. The exuberant, rich, playful megalomaniacs we know and love who call themselves The Prestige kicked off our show. From their luxury backstage changing room, they put a cash bounty out on the heads of The Dark Circus. Reclining on the finest silk upholstered furniture, they declared that whoever got 'their' title belts back would get a bag full of cash, a case of champagne, and a shot at facing them for the vacant Tag Team Titles. They laughed like Bond Villains, munched caviar and smoked cigars, congratulating themselves on their own wealthy magnificence. This did not go down with the Leigh crowd, who I'm frankly surprised could afford shoes, let alone tickets for our show. Judging from the pungent aroma that filled The Old Mill, they sure as hell couldn't afford soap. These GBW fans were shocked to hear that I was actually fine with this dastardly scheme - at that stage I was fine with anything that meant crowning Tag Champions and sorting out the chaos surrounding the belts once and for all. Angle rating: 37. http://twistededge.org/People/!_GEN%20MALE%20026.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/!_GEN%20MALE%20107.jpg That Third Kutchner Guy vs John 'Asylum' Doe Quite why the third Kutchner brother thought he'd fare any better than his beaten, battered siblings is beyond me. Though watching Asylum crush them like bugs made me giggle so much I'd have happily booked these matches for the next hundred shows, were it not for the brothers all being hospitalised. I still can't remember what this third brother was called - they all looked strangely alike to me. For the sake of this memoir I'll call him Brad, after the lead singer of the Crash Test Dummies - for that's exactly what Kutchner turned out to be. The fans were thirsty for destruction. GBWs masked maniac aimed to please, crushing his over-matched opponent like Drago crushed Creed. It wasn't a match, it was an execution. I think Kutchner was literally crying at one stage. It was marvelous. Realising he was almost breaking into a sweat, Asylum mercifully finished things with a Brainbuster that had Kutchner vertical for what felt like a decade. The impact nearly broke our cheap-ass ring. It was hilarious. There was a 3 count, after which our referee had the foolish idea of admonishing Asylum for torturing his opponent. Big mistake. Match rating: 28. Angle: A lovely, wonderful, heart-warming moment. After the bout a particularly enraged Asylum chased after GBWs only official, who I must admit, ran like a frightened little bitch. He was a nimble little bastard though and managed to hide among the crowd. Asylum did what came naturally in that situation, and Chokeslammed one of the camera guys, the hot dog vendor, and the town Mayor, then headed straight for referee John Myers, whose hide-and-seek abilities had failed him. Myers screamed. Myers cried. Myers ran and ran and ran with more speed and stamina than a Kenyan marathon runner. The sight of Asylum chasing our official around and around the ring was YouTube gold. It was the kind of lovely moment that warms hearts and brings families together. Unfortunately Britain's most feeble referee managed to escape to safety, ruining a perfect moment, the selfish bastard, bringing the most well-received angle in GBWs early history to a close. Angle rating: 73. Angle: The new guy and the not-new guy. Not to be outshone by The Prestige's flashy show of bravado earlier on, Hayes and his new bodyguard David Finlay Jr cut a dastardly promo of their own to hype of our Hayes vs Singh main event. The Bhangra Knights interrupted so that RJ Singh could tell Hayes he hadn't forgotten how he screwed him over in Chapter 1. For months he'd been dreaming of revenge. Tonight he'd get both his retribution and his title. Finlay Jr, clearly tired of Singh's shit, cheap shotted him with a punch to the back of the head. All hell nearly broke loose till I turned up to calm things down. Angle rating: 34. Angle: New blood. I announced that Finlay Jr fighting for his place in GBW at last month's show had given me an idea. We needed some new blood in GBW, so I initiated the 'New Blood Series'. Starting tonight, I announced, one match per show would be a new name fighting against a randomly selected member of the existing GBW roster. If the new person won, they'd become a full time member of GBW. If the GBW person won, they'd get a title shot at the next show. It was a simple concept that even a kid could understand but I'd been drinking champagne since 7am. After hearing me rambling for a couple of minutes Hayes, the Knights et al forgot all about their little brawl and were staring holes through me instead. I then announced as well as Hayes vs Singh, we'd also see David Finlay Jr vs Tiger Ali to settle the bad blood... right now! What can I say? I was full of fizz. I was excited. When the fans started throwing coins at me I got the message and shut the hell up. Angle rating: 33. http://twistededge.org/People/David%20Finlay%20Jr.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Tiger%20Ali.jpg David Finlay Jr vs Tiger Ali Singh I'd hired Finlay Jr without actually checking him out. His dad Fit Finlay was a wild, crazy brawler back in the days of WCW and was a force to be reckoned with. I'd just assumed the next in the family line would be similar, and hired him as a tough, menacing bodyguard to give our world champion some muscle. My heart sank when I met the guy. He has all the raw menace of a door-to-door bible salesman. He could sort of, kind of wrestle though, and knew more than five moves, which set him way beyond half our roster at the time. What can I say about the match, other than it was (as usual) the kind of cheesy spot-fest that would make old-school wrasslin' types like Killer Kowalski piss with rage. Anyone who thought Joey Hayes, RJ Singh and Prince Ameen wouldn't interfere must have never watched a wrestling match before. Finlay won, but the result was lost somewhat in all the madness. The whole thing was about as gritty and hard-hitting as a Rick James pop video, but the fans liked it, so I was happy. Match rating: 32. Angle: A first brave challenger tries to claim The Prestige's bounty. Timmy Force, his tiny little head full of dreams of Prestige Bounty, was spotted by our cameras sneaking up on Eddie Vega, who was doing Evil Clown Stuff alone in his dressing room with the tag title belts backstage. Vega was finishing applying his clown make-up while practicing his demented grins, and didn't see Force creeping up on him. Inevitably they wound up brawling all over Vega's dressing room. There was make up everywhere. A sofa was ruined. A hat stand was weaponised to comedic effect. Vega threw the dressing room mirror at Force, missed, and got himself 7 years bad luck. They brawled out the door to the backstage area, where Force sprayed Vega in the face with a fire extinguisher, blinding him. This gave Force the opportunity of throwing a blindsided Vega through several conveniently placed crates and boxes. Vega's accomplice Jokey then miraculously appeared from nowhere to make the save, bashing Timmy with the Tag Title belts, allowing their escape. Force had come close to winning the cash and title shot the Prestige had offered - though quite how he'd have contested the Tag Titles on his own is beyond me. Angle rating: 43. Angle: The first New Blood match is made. Despite news of this match-up being splattered all over the internet for over a week before the show, the fans were somehow surprised when I announced this one. Either they had short memories in Leigh, or they hadn't learned to read yet. Maybe this whole 'New Blood Series' was a good piece of booking and people were excited about the idea. Maybe the fans were just drunk. It was impossible to tell. In his unsanctioned battle at Chapter 5, Ameen had really caught the fan's imagination, and the Bhangra Knights wouldn't shut up about a place for him in GBW. Blood was upset that I'd suspended him last time around. I promised I'd let him fight for his spot on the GBW roster so long as he stopped leaving dead animals in my house. I called the athletes to the ring. They got on with it. Angle rating: 34. http://twistededge.org/People/!_GEN%20MALE%20095.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Prince%20Ameen.jpg New Blood Series: Blood vs Prince Ameen People assumed I'd tried to be clever by having Blood as the first combatant in the New Blood Series. They gave me way too much credit. I was too tipsy to realise until weeks later. Despite being weird, creepy and more than a little psychotic, Blood was a great wrestler and he had about as much chance of being excluded from GBW as I had of growing a second dick. He set about his opponent like a Preying Mantis, destroying him limb by limb. Ameen's buddies the Bhangra Knights kept interfering, giving Ameen moments of success, but Blood would find cold, calculating ways of swatting them aside like flies. Before long the vindictive Blood had all three men incapacitated. All he had to do to get the win and gain back his place in GBW was make the pin. But his sadistic side took over again, and he locked Ameen in an illegal Tarantula hold on the ring-ropes. Ameen let out nightmarish screams. The referee could not prize the demented Blood off him. It took four security guards to force him to let go. Prince Ameen won by DQ and was now an official member of the GBW roster, but was in way too much agony to celebrate. Poor bastard. Match rating: 36. Angle: An unwanted guest. After what seemed like an eternity our security force (hired goons) managed to drag Blood away from his latest scene of destruction. The Bhangra Knights carried their fallen comrade away, all shaken and bruised from their encounter. I came to the ring, mic in hand, ready to move things along to the next bout, when I was rudely interrupted... http://twistededge.org/Boom.png A stranger was stood on the entrance ramp in front of me. A stranger with a belt. And a ridiculous goatee. And a big, shit-eating grin. And worst of all, a microphone. "#BOOM!" he yelled to nobody in particular. "Pie-munching, shop-lifting scumbags of Leigh, feast your eyes upon the one and only, legendary DAVE RAYNE!! #BOOM!!!" Mild applause filled the air. The lack of ovation did not deter him. "Are you people ready for the greatest wrestler in Britain today?! Are you prepared for a show you will never forget?! Are you..." I interrupted. I had to. "Whoa! Who... the hell... are you?" I asked, my face a picture on confusion. "Dave Rayne!" he yelled back in a heartbeat. "I mentioned this!" he added, clenching his fists. This did nothing to remove the baffled, bemused grimace from my face. I had no idea who this clown was, and he didn't like that. "I'm the PCW World Champion, bitch!" he yelled, his face reddening with anger. "World Champion Bitch. Sounds right" I said. He walked up to me and got right in my face. He smelled of sweat, fury, Old Spice, and fish. I had no idea what the hell was going on, so I kept on talking. "Are you sure you're a World Champion Bitch? That belt looks pure Fisher Price to me. Are you sure it's not made of plastic?" He ignored me. Not the first to do so. Certainly not the last. "I am on a quest" he proclaimed grandly. As PCW World Champion, I am travelling this country doing battle with all the other so-called champions, to prove I am the greatest of them all!" I shook my head in disbelief. "Why's your belt on upside down?" I pondered. "I.... erm... so I can read what it says!" was his magnificent response. The fans loved that. "Go home, loser. This is GBW. No room for Preston City bitches here." I replied, slightly jealous this intruder was getting a bigger pop than me. Enraged by my childish insult, Rayne took a step back, yelled "#BOOM!" at me... then delivered what I'm convinced was the biggest kick to the bollocks in Pro Wrestling history. I swear the big, goofy bastard lifted me 3 feet into the air with the impact. My voice has been an octave higher ever since. Before I could regain my senses, he was gone, and I was left to pick up the pieces of both my dignity and my show. Angle rating: 37. Angle: The Prestige's Bounty strikes again. Still shaken from the sneak-attack by Timmy Force earlier, Eddie Vega and Jokey had locked themselves in their dressing room, refusing to leave in case they were attacked again. The Prestige's bounty clearly had them spooked. Their plan worked well until Sam Bailey and Liam Slater turned up at my office and politely asked for the key. The chance of some entertaining destruction and the possibility of the Tag Title mess being cleared up was all the incentive I needed. Vega and Jokey were shitting kittens when these two unexpected foes came bursting in. The fight spilled all the way through the maze of corridors, with heads bouncing satisfyingly off every wall, door and ceiling along the way. Finally our two demented clowns were thrown through the curtain, towards ringside. The 54 fans in attendance were pleased to see GBWs slapstick version of hardcore violence unraveling (almost literally) in their laps. If you've ever seen an ECW show you know exactly what happened here. They brawled up the stairs, through the stands, and back down again. Some beers were thrown. Some nachos were ruined. A child's umbrella was shattered into splinters over someone's skull. One very strange fan had smuggled a cricket bat into our show, so Sam Bailey had great fun with that. It ended rather conveniently in the centre of our ring, with both members of The Dark Circus out for the count. A triumphant Bailey and Slater tore the Tag Team Titles from the waists of their fallen foes. 'Party Boy' Liam Slater got on the mic, reminding people to "GET THE PARTY STARTED!" He was met with lukewarm applause but was undeterred, and started dancing and jumping about the ring like an over-excited kid with ADD on Xmas Day morning. Mercifully The Prestige turned up and put a stop to this nonsense. Nathan Cruz, Earl Black Jr and Sebastian paraded their way to the ring like peacocks. It was like watching a prime Rick Flair strutting to the ring, back in the days when crack was more common than milk. Resplendent in their gold and black ring outfits, they were elitism and superiority personified. A fan touched Nathan Cruz's arm as he approached the ring. He stopped in his tracks and insisted Sebastian disinfect the tainted limb immediately. He then took off the wristband on that arm, and burned it, just to be sure. Cruz "congratulated" Bailey and Slater for retrieving the Tag Title belts, somehow managing to make every word patronising and condescending. "You people always do the dirty grunt work so well" he said in finishing his grand speech. "Whoa!" Interjected a pissed-off Sam Bailey. "What the hell do you mean by 'you people?' I don't like the racial undertone here. You mean black guys like me, right?!" The leader of The Prestige shook his head in disgust. "No, idiot" snapped Cruz. "I mean uneducated, poor, common peasants like you. You and that educationally-subnormal, pharmaceutically destroyed husk standing next to you. The lower classes. The mindless, unimportant work-horses of this fine nation." He then pulled a bag full of cash from somewhere inside his robe. "Take your filthy money. And give us our belts!" He threw the bag on the floor, waiting for Bailey and Slater to bow down and collect it. "Oh you can have these belts!" Slater yelled. BANG! Went the title belt across Cruz's skull. THUD! Went Nathan's falling body. In an instant, we had a fight on our hands. Angle rating: 43. http://twistededge.org/People/Nathan%20Cruz.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Sebastian.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Earl%20Black%20Jr.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Sam%20Bailey.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Liam%20Slater.jpg The Prestige vs Sam Bailey & Liam Slater - For The GBW Tag Team Titles The Prestige had an unfair advantage from the start. The ramshackle team of Slater and Bailey were coming straight from a clown-sized arse-kicking. They were tired, and battered and bruised. Cruz and his team were fresh and had been planning to pounce since the moment their Bounty was announced. Factor in the fact this was a lopsided 3vs2 and you've got a mismatch for the ages. It didn't help that The Prestige were cheating like crazy behind the back of Britain's cheapest referee either. The contest was so one-sided the Prestige would often have a spare man, who would retire to the ringside area to drink champagne, smoke cigars and deride our fans for their appalling taste in clothes. Bailey and Slater stood no chance. It just wasn't fair. I had to do something. Unfortunately I was half-drunk, tired and all out of ideas. Lacking anything even close to a plan, I grabbed Timmy Force from backstage and literally threw him into the ring. After the beating he'd received from The Dark Circus he was in no state to fight either. He literally begged and pleaded with me not to make him fight. He got down on his knees and everything. I laughed in his face then rang the bell to re-start the match, much to the delight of our fans. Match rating: 39. http://twistededge.org/People/Nathan%20Cruz.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Sebastian.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Earl%20Black%20Jr.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Sam%20Bailey.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Liam%20Slater.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Timmy%20Force.jpg The Prestige vs Sam Bailey & Liam Slater & Timmy Force - For The GBW Tag Team Titles Despite all 3 members of this impromptu team having had their arses kicked earlier tonight, and despite the only thing they had in common being having bruises from the Dark Circus, they did surprisingly well. The Prestige seemed shocked at having to fight without their unfair numerical advantage, and couldn't get any rhythm or momentum going. Against all odds a half-decent wrestling match broke out. Good high flying and solid submissions made us look like a real, respectable company for about 5 minutes. But this was a Tag Title bout in GBW, so obviously that couldn't last. This fed is incapable of having tag team action without all kinds of ridiculous crap going on. And so it was the case this time too. Before long I saw The Bhangra Knights and The Dark Circus creeping up at ringside. I was prepared for these shenanigans though. Since day one we'd had chaos instead of Tag Team Champions. Everything I did to try and crown champions descended into carnage. 'Not this time' I'd promised myself. 'Not today.' Suddenly the ace up my sleeve came running to the ring - GBWs own madman John 'Asylum' Doe. The Dark Circus both leaped on the giant's back. He casually lifted Jokey up and Powerbombed her onto the floor. Eddie Vega was hoisted effortlessly into the air, into a Gorilla Press Slam, then thrown through the empty chairs at ringside. The Bhangra Knights fared no better. Prince Ameen received what can only be described as The Chokeslsm From Hell. Tiger Ali was thrown head-first into the ring-post with such force the doctors were convinced he'd been in a car crash. RJ Singh, trembling with fear, was easily dispatched with a move the YouTube comminuty would later call "The Ear Clap Of Doom". 5 wrestlers destroyed in under 60 seconds. Everyone who would interfere and spoil this match was out cold. My plan was working nicely. But then the cheapest referee in Britain went and messed it all up. Perhaps having forgotten the near-death experience he'd had from Asylum earlier, he foolishly began yelling at Doe for the destruction he'd caused. What a fool. Enraged, Asylum jumped into the ring with rage in his eyes. The Prestige all screamed like frightened little girls and ran for their lives all the way out the arena. I don't even know what the move was called. It had a vertical lift, a spin, a jump, and an impact like a SCUD missile shooting down a plane. Our only referee hit the canvas so hard he started twitching. I sent a petrified Bailey, Slater and Force away for their own safety. This contest was definitely over. What a mess. And worst of all, we were now without Tag Team Champions or a referee. Match rating: 43. Angle: Desperate times call for desperate measures. It was at that moment that the music of our World Champion Joey Hayes filled The Old Mill. The dust hadn't even settled from Asylum's rampage. Unconscious bodies were scattered all around. None of this stopped Hayes triumphantly striding into the ring and declaring himself ready for action. "Hayes, there's no way the main event can take place. Your challenger RJ Singh hasn't moved in nearly 5 minutes. The poor bugger could be in a coma for all I know! Plus we don't have a referee! He's out cold too!" The fans did not like this. Hayes did not like this. "It's not my fault this cheap-ass company can only afford one referee. It's not my fault you hired a monster like John Doe and set him loose. And it's not my fault that idiot Singh was stupid enough to be in the same ring as that animal. Ring the God-damn bell!" The fans came alive as a battered, beaten RJ Singh slowly pulled himself upright, using the ring ropes to steady himself. I begged and pleaded with him not to fight, but the crowd were singing "Singh is king" by that point. He put his fists up, indicating he was ready to go. But we still had nobody to officiate this match. Until the turd that wouldn't flush surfaced again. http://twistededge.org/Boom.png Who would've thought it would be Dave Rayne, of all people, who would come to our aid and save the day? Turns out he had his own referee's shirt in his kit bag just for such an occasion. He wanted to ref. The fans wanted him to ref. So I let him. It meant our main event could go ahead. Plus I wasn't paying him a penny, which made me happy. Angle rating: 40. http://twistededge.org/People/Joey%20Hayes.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/RJ%20Singh.jpg Joey Hayes vs RJ Singh - For The GBW World Title - With Dave Rayne As Special Guest Referee Despite coming across as a total idiot, Dave Rayne might actually be a pretty smart guy. He used every moment of this bout to scout Joey Hayes from up-close. Seems he was serious about a GBW vs PCW World Titles bout and was on a mission to learn his future opponent's weaknesses. Also, despite (to my knowledge) never having refereed a single bout in his life, he did a lot better job than our usual guy. Whether it was due to the planets aligning, or some kind of secret voodoo magic, or some holy miracle, something unheard of happened... we had a clean, by-the-book main event. Ali and Ameen of the Bhangra Knights were too hurt from their encounter with Asylum to interfere. Hayes' new bodyguard David Finlay Jr was kept out of the ring well by Dave Rayne, who wasn't going to let anyone disrupt his scouting mission. Against all odds a real wrestling match broke out in our ring. Hayes did the mat-based technical stuff, Singh did the high-flying flashy stuff. The two gelled. It was actually kind of, sort of good. In the end, the run-in with Asylum proved decisive. The wounds sustained slowed RJ down enough for our World Champion to take advantage. Targeted strikes and holds were enough to soften up Singh for the win, via a brutal Triangle Hold. As Hayes celebrated another title defense with his hired goon Finlay Jr, Rayne looked on, a curious smile upon his face. Had he seen a weakness he could exploit? Was there a new challenger among us? Only time would tell... Match rating: 43. Overall Show Rating: 49. It only took a mere 2845 days for me to post these results. But hopefully you enjoyed it. Hope it was worth the wait. I'm back into the swing of things now, so keep your eyes on this thread - it's well and truly back alive again. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigelow Cartwheel Posted January 15, 2020 Share Posted January 15, 2020 "Oooonce, there was this kid whooo..." Excellent to have you back man. Dave Rayne is a good pop and establishing a new rivalry right off the bat. Quirky fact, Crash Test Dummies singer Brad Roberts went to school with Lance Storm. True story. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EBEZA Posted January 16, 2020 Share Posted January 16, 2020 <p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong><span style="font-size:36px;">DAVE RAYNE!</span></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> Am I right in assuming he brought the #Boom Championship with him, too?! <img alt="" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/eek.png.0e09df00fa222c85760b9bc1700b5405.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt="" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/biggrin.png.929299b4c121f473b0026f3d6e74d189.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joshbrady91 Posted January 16, 2020 Share Posted January 16, 2020 Joey Hayes looks like he could be Jack Evans' dad. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dstephe4 Posted January 20, 2020 Author Share Posted January 20, 2020 <blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Bigelow Cartwheel" data-cite="Bigelow Cartwheel" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46872" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>"Oooonce, there was this kid whooo..."<p> </p><p> Excellent to have you back man. Dave Rayne is a good pop and establishing a new rivalry right off the bat. </p><p> </p><p> Quirky fact, Crash Test Dummies singer Brad Roberts went to school with Lance Storm. True story.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Despite being a life-long metal fan, I'm genuinely a big fan of Crash Test Dummies. Never knew about the Lance Storm connection though. Amazing what you can learn. And thanks as always for the kind words. Hopefully this time it won't be a million days between my posts.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="EBEZA" data-cite="EBEZA" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46872" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong><span style="font-size:36px;">DAVE RAYNE!</span></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> Am I right in assuming he brought the #Boom Championship with him, too?! <img alt=":eek:" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/eek.png.0e09df00fa222c85760b9bc1700b5405.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><img alt=":D" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/biggrin.png.929299b4c121f473b0026f3d6e74d189.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> I told you Rayne would find a way in. Sorry it took such a long time. I fully intend to use some of the other kind suggestions that have also been mentioned earlier in this thread. You never know who'll show up...</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="joshbrady91" data-cite="joshbrady91" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46872" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Joey Hayes looks like he could be Jack Evans' dad.</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Joey Haye's could be <em>everyone's</em> Dad. He's from Leigh. If you don't have at least 15 kids you're a virgin in that town.</p> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigelow Cartwheel Posted January 21, 2020 Share Posted January 21, 2020 You never know who'll show up... Damon Leigh? *starts DDL chant* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EBEZA Posted January 21, 2020 Share Posted January 21, 2020 Damon Leigh? *starts DDL chant* Just saw DDL vs Joey Hayes live at PCW before NXT UK Takeover Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigelow Cartwheel Posted January 21, 2020 Share Posted January 21, 2020 Just saw DDL vs Joey Hayes live at PCW before NXT UK Takeover Nice. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dstephe4 Posted January 22, 2020 Author Share Posted January 22, 2020 <p>The One With An Angry Flubber</p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align:center;"><p> <span>http://twistededge.org/GBW.jpg</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <span>http://twistededge.org/Chapter_6_Post_Show.jpg</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> It was almost midnight, a few hours after Chapter 6 had finished. The Old Mill was quiet, empty and peaceful. I sat in my office enjoying the silence, swirling champagne round my mouth as the day's events unfolded in my mind. I'd been meaning to leave for nearly an hour, but laziness had me in it's eternal, steely grip. I took a deep breath and readied myself to leave, when suddenly my phone rang. The sudden noise startled me so bad that champagne came flying out my nose, all over my desk. I was not pleased. Whoever dared disturb me at this time of night was going to get it.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx (Me):</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Hello?</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">???:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> You absolute piece of crap. Who the hell do you think you are?! You messed with the wrong company, arsehole!</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span style="color:#FF0000;"><strong>Marx:</strong></span></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Hello? Hello?!</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">???:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Never in my years have I been so insulted. I've been in this business since 2010, and nobody has crossed the line like you talentless, hopeless wankers did last night.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Hello. Hello!</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">???:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Did you think we wouldn't find out? Did you think you'd just insult us like that, stick it online for the whole world to see, and nothing would happen?!</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> The angry tirade continued. I hadn't experienced swearing like this since a bunch of 'online wrestling purists' reviewed our Chapter 3 show - the one without a single clean, conclusive finish. But this guy wasn't done with me yet. He was like the Duracell bunny - he just went on, and on, and on. I finally cut through the noise the same way I solve every problem in life - by shouting.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Hello!!!!</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">???:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> What?!</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> You're doing this all wrong. You're meant to start a telephone call with "hello", not... whatever that boiled nonsense was. Go on, try again. You can do it, I believe in you.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">???:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> You tossers don't deserve "hello" - you deserve a kick in the teeth! This is the biggest insult since Shane Douglas screwed over the NWA for ECW!</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> I knew that incident well. 'The Franchise' Shane Douglas became NWA Champion at a major show in the 90s. He threw the belt away like it was garbage, then produced the ECW belt, proclaiming 'Extreme' to be the future. Given this was in the middle of a live NWA show, it didn't go down well to say the least. We'd done nothing like that though. He weren't even able to crown our own champions, let alone anybody else's.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span style="color:#FF0000;"><strong>Marx:</strong></span></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> After saying hello, you're meant to tell the other person who you are. Makes phone conversations so much easier. I can guide you through it if you like?</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">???:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> You don't know who this is? This is Steven Fludder, and I'm not a guy you want to mess with.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Nope. Never heard of you.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Fludder:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> What?! I'm the founder of Preston City Wrestling! PCW! The most important 3 letters in British wrestling!</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Preston isn't a city though. It's barely even a town. It's a shithole. I've been there. The whole place looks like a Soviet death camp.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> He did not like that. The grumpy man on the phone got even grumpier.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span style="color:#FF0000;"><strong>Fludder:</strong></span></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Listen, I'm going to say this slowly because you're obviously new to this business, and you're obviously a moron. There is an unwritten law in this game: you do not screw with another company's belt. That means you do not parade another company's belt on your shows. And it sure as shit means you do not book a GBW vs PCW title match without even asking PC god-damn W! It's bad enough you have Joey Hayes - our wrestler - on your shows. But this crap you pulled with Dave Rayne is beyond a joke!</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> I didn't book that gimp. He just showed up.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Fludder:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Excuse me?!</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> I mean it. What you saw online really wasn't a work. That slutty-looking tit Rayne really did gatecrash our show. Cheeky sod didn't even buy a ticket. As for the belt, our fans have trouble keeping track of </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><em>our</em></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> belts, without us throwing that plastic-looking Fisher Price piece of crap you call a title into the mix.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Fludder:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> You really are a piece of garbage, you know that?! Paying a guy like Rayne to pull a stunt like that...</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> I'm not paying him. We can't afford the guy. I can barely afford to pay </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><em>our</em></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> guys. I sure as hell am not paying yours. Either way, the show goes ahead, regardless of whether there's a whiney bitch on the other end of my phone.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Fludder:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Dave Rayne is </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><em>our</em></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> wrestler. He is </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><em>our</em></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> champion. He is...</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> An idiot.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Fludder:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Well, yes. But he is </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><em>our</em></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> idiot.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Marx:</span></strong></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> And after GBW Chapter 7 you can have him back. He's all yours.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><span>http://twistededge.org/Fludder.jpg</span><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span style="font-size:10px;"><span style="color:#8B0000;"><strong> The highly respected Steve Fludder has done a lot for British wrestling.</strong></span></span></span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span style="font-size:10px;"><span style="color:#8B0000;"><strong> But let's be honest - he looks like a bit of a tit.</strong></span></span></span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> I can't remember what he said after that. It was sweary and wild and foul-tempered. He was pissed that a no-name, no-hope nobody like me had dared to speak to him like that. Maybe I was wrong to handle it that way, but back then I wanted to show the world that Great British Wrestling would not be pushed around. Most would be worried about making powerful enemies. I was just happy we were getting noticed.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> 'Flubber' (as I would call him) threatened to be at our next show to meet face-to-face and 'give me what I deserved'. I told him he was banned from all our shows - not because of his abusive call, but because based on his Google Image Search he looked creepy as hell, and I couldn't trust him around the children. He </span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"><em>really</em></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> didn't like that. He got so angry that the noises he was making weren't even English any more - he sounded like a cornered, rabid animal. I hung up the phone. I had a (failing) business to run, and had no time for that crap.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> Our road agent Bad Buddha had heard some of the commotion and wandered into my office to see what the fuss was. I printed a picture of that clown from PCW and gave it to him, telling him to throw him out of a window should he ever set foot near GBW. Buddha seemed pleased about this, grunted something, and cracked his knuckles in delight.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> The guy from PCW would remember this phone call for years, launching some unseen vendetta against me and my company. The first of many enemies, and certainly not the last. As for me, I forgot the conversation 5 minutes after it happened. I was a prick on the phone, but I'm a 'live and let live' kind of guy. Like the (real) Buddha said: "Holding anger toward another inside is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die."</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> The world of wrestling is hard enough to navigate without every snake in the grass striking out against all surrounding it. I was happy to be friends with anyone - it's just a shame so many others didn't feel the same. Imagine how far British wrestling could progress if everybody worked together instead of just stabbing each other in the back. But what would I know? I'm just another failed owner whose company lit up the scene for a while before exploding. What would I know, eh?</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> I poured the last few remaining drops of champagne down my throat and climbed to my feet. Christ only knew where I kept finding all these bottles of fizz, but I wasn't complaining. It was past midnight now; the start of a brand new day. Things were going to start picking up soon, I hoped and prayed. Surely they would. The optimist in me kept telling me anything was possible. I hung on to that as I walked out the door, alone, into the freezing cold night.</span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:12px;"> </span></span></div></div></div></div><p> </p><p> </p></div><p></p> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dstephe4 Posted January 25, 2020 Author Share Posted January 25, 2020 The One With All The Rules http://twistededge.org/GBW.jpg http://twistededge.org/Chapter_7_Card.jpg After six full wrestling shows, Great British Wrestling was somehow still without Tag Team Champions. Despite every effort and despite every plan, circumstances always seemed to conspire against me. But no longer. This was the show that I was determined we'd put an end to the chaos and carnage once and for all. So for one night only I imposed the following rules: If anyone interferes in any match this show, they are suspended immediately. For too long groups like The Prestige and the Bhangra Knights had won unfairly because of their numerical advantage. I was tired of the likes of Cruz, Hayes and Singh having their buddies interfere in matches. I thought it would be interesting to see how they did with that unfair advantage taken away. Would they have what it takes to succeed on their own? If anyone wins by cheating, they are suspended immediately. Breaking the rules is so commonplace in pro wrestling the fans hardly even notice it any more. But what if, for one night, the rules were absolute? What if there were consequences so severe it meant people actually tried to win on merit for once? Crazy, huh? John 'Asylum' Doe is BANNED from the show for ruining my plans last time. Was it wise of me to bring the most dangerous, most unstoppable man in British wrestling and set him loose on my shows? Hell no. It was fun, but the chaos he brought became disastrous for my plans. At Chapter 6 he single-handedly ruined everything by wiping out half the roster in a psychotic rage. With Doe banned from the building, surely things would go to plan? (Like I said, I was so naive back then.) http://twistededge.org/People/Timmy%20Force.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Prince%20Ameen.jpg Timmy Force vs Prince Ameen A battle of the high-flyers to kick off possibly the biggest show in GBW's early history (although that wasn't saying much). Normally Ameen would be the heavy favourite going in to this one, due to him having his allies RJ Singh and Tiger Ali at ringside. But with my No Interference rule in place, Ameen was suddenly all alone, and this match was suddenly wide open. http://twistededge.org/People/Mark%20Davis.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Nathan%20Cruz.jpg New Blood Series: Mark 'Aussie' Davis vs Nathan Cruz A genuine 50/50 match that had the 'marks' of the British wrestling scene all giddy and excited. The power and technique of the Australian vs the technical mat wrestling and aerial expertise of Cruz. Most of those who commented on this bout online assumed a Cruz victory, but without his cronies from The Prestige to interfere, Nathan would need to be at the top of his game to succeed. If Davis won he'd get a permanent place in GBW. If Cruz won he'd be #1 contender, which wasn't a huge incentive, as he was already #1 contender anyway. But hey, that's wrestling. http://twistededge.org/People/David%20Finlay%20Jr.jpg A David Finlay Jr Open Challenge One way to get yourself noticed in this business and to elevate yourself up the ranks is to fight the best. What better way to fight the best than offering to fight anyone on the roster? The No Interference stipulation meant his buddy Joey Hayes couldn't help him. Which meant anything could happen. http://twistededge.org/People/Sebastian.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Earl%20Black%20Jr.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/RJ%20Singh.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Tiger%20Ali.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Eddie%20Vega.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Jokey.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Sam%20Bailey.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Liam%20Slater.jpg The Prestige vs The Bhangra Knights vs The Dark Circus vs 'Super' Sam Bailey & 'Party Boy' Liam Slater - For The GBW Tag Team Titles The biggest tag battle in GBW's early history. The final battle to finally find out who the best team was, once and for all. At Chapter 7 we would finally crown Tag Team Champions. How? I had another massive stipulation ready: The winners of this bout would be celebrated as champions. The members of every losing team could never tag together in GBW ever again. That's right folks: Every losing team in this match would be disbanded immediately. My answer to solving the carnage of GBW's tag division? Burn it all down and start again. http://twistededge.org/People/Joey%20Hayes.jpghttp://twistededge.org/VS2.jpghttp://twistededge.org/People/Dave%20Rayne.jpg The Clash Of The Champions: GBW World Champion Joey Hayes vs PCW World Champion Dave Rayne A match so big, so monumental, I was sure it would bring at least 6 or even 7 extra fans to our show. A contest between two highly decorated champions, both riding huge waves of momentum going into this battle. And for perhaps the first time in GBW history, Hayes would be the underdog. Without his bodyguard Finlay Jr to defend him, he would suddenly find that ring a very lonely place - especially against the considerable skills of Rayne. Factor in that Rayne also got an up-close-and-personal scouting mission under his belt last time around, and things aren't looking good for GBW's first ever World Title holder. Chapter 7 coming soon! A huge thank you to those who are reading and following this dynasty so far! (I'd point out how awesome you all are, but you know that already, right?) Thanks to Ebeza for suggesting Dave Rayne's inclusion in this diary. Thank you to Stylesclash18 for suggesting Mark Davis. Keep your eyes open for more suggested wrestlers popping up in future shows, and any further suggestions are always welcome. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ElectricX Posted January 26, 2020 Share Posted January 26, 2020 Timmy Force vs Prince Ameen New Blood Series: Mark 'Aussie' Davis vs Nathan Cruz David Finlay Jr vs. ??? The Prestige vs The Bhangra Knights vs The Dark Circus vs 'Super' Sam Bailey & 'Party Boy' Liam Slater - For The GBW Tag Team Titles The Clash Of The Champions: GBW World Champion Joey Hayes vs PCW World Champion Dave Rayne Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Texasrangers13 Posted January 26, 2020 Share Posted January 26, 2020 Timmy Force vs Prince Ameen New Blood Series: Mark 'Aussie' Davis vs Nathan Cruz David Finlay Jr vs. ??? The Prestige vs The Bhangra Knights vs The Dark Circus vs 'Super' Sam Bailey & 'Party Boy' Liam Slater - For The GBW Tag Team Titles The Clash Of The Champions: GBW World Champion Joey Hayes vs PCW World Champion Dave Rayne Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Lariat Posted January 26, 2020 Share Posted January 26, 2020 Timmy Force vs Prince Ameen New Blood Series: Mark 'Aussie' Davis vs Nathan Cruz David Finlay Jr vs. ??? The Prestige vs The Bhangra Knights vs The Dark Circus vs 'Super' Sam Bailey & 'Party Boy' Liam Slater - For The GBW Tag Team Titles The Clash Of The Champions: GBW World Champion Joey Hayes vs PCW World Champion Dave Rayne It took me a while to get into RTG Wrestling, so it only makes sense it take me a bit to get into your newest venture. I dig how you like to build up a company, as it allows us to really get invested and grow with the roster and company. Anyway, Chris Brookes and Lucky Kid showing up would be aces but I’ll wait and see what you have planned. Looking forward to it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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