Great British Wrestling

[dstephe4]

The One Where I Point Out I've Actually Been Reading Your Predictions

 

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Thank you to all who have predicted so far. I'll give it another day or so before posting the Chapter 9 Pre-Show, which makes it blatantly obvious who Joey Hayes' opponent will be. So if you haven't had a go with your predictions yet, now's the time.

 

Until then, here's where the predictions stand so far.

Yes, I really have been reading what you post. A sincere and heartfelt thank you to all who have read, followed, predicted upon and commented upon this diary so far. Plenty more to come.

 

 

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Note:

To be fair, Chapter 3 was a bit unfair, given there were no clean finishes, the first 2 bouts were DQs, the other 2 were draws, and I didn't even name half the competitors of the first bout. Even getting 1 right was a triumph.

 

Another Note:

Looking back, Chapter 7 was also a little unfair - the New Blood match was won by someone who wasn't even in the match, which I imagine makes predicting a little tricky.

 

As I say, Chapter 9 Pre-Show coming soon, Results shortly to follow. See you all again soon...

 

[Bigelow Cartwheel]

Joey Hayes vs. ??? for the GBW Heavyweight Championship

Enough is enough and it’s time for a change.

 

Session Moth Martina vs. Sebastian

 

The Bhangra Knights vs Eddie Vega & ??? - For The GBW Tag Team Titles

Resisting picking the ??? a second time.

 

David Finlay Jr vs. ??? - David Finlay Jr Open Challenge

Nope can’t resist again. Gimme dem sweet ???

 

Nathan Cruz vs Prince Ameen

 

'Party Boy' Liam Slater vs 'Super' Sam Bailey

Man, I like both these guys. Bailey edges it.

[Aurora]

Do I not exist?

[dstephe4]

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Aurora" data-cite="Aurora" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46872" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Do I not exist?</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Do any of us exist? I've never been sure since I saw The Matrix way back when.</p><p> </p><p> Genuinely sorry for missing you off, will get you put up there soon. <img alt=":o" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/redface.png.900245280682ef18c5d82399a93c5827.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p>

[Aurora]

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="dstephe4" data-cite="dstephe4" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46872" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Do any of us exist? I've never been sure since I saw The Matrix way back when.<p> </p><p> Genuinely sorry for missing you off, will get you put up there soon. <img alt=":o" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/redface.png.900245280682ef18c5d82399a93c5827.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p></div></blockquote> no problem u left the crotchety old coot off too so u might want to double check for anyone else<p> </p><p> I kid on the old coot thing alpha2117 is funny as hell, he won't be offended.</p>

[dstephe4]

<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Aurora" data-cite="Aurora" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="46872" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>no problem u left the crotchety old coot off too so u might want to double check for anyone else<p> </p><p> I kid on the old coot thing alpha2117 is funny as hell, he won't be offended.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align:center;"><p> <span>http://twistededge.org/GBW.jpg</span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> <strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">Official Statement: </span></strong><strong> </strong><strong><span style="color:#8B0000;">GBW hereby apologises to anybody who has been missed off the low-budget, clearly-rushed Predictions graphic above. Mistakes are a natural consequence of drinking vast amounts of dark, super-strength German beer, as was the case this time. No offence was intended and our heartfelt apologies go out to any individuals affected by this scandallous mishap. Things shall be rectified... whenever we can summon up the energy to stare at MS Excel again. We thank you for your patience during these difficult times.</span></strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p>

[Anaddeo89]

hahaha i love the official statement lol

[alpha2117]

How very dare you!!!

 

I make mistakes all the time - not a worry. Loved that statement - we have to laugh at ourselves. Now off you go and get plastered.

[dstephe4]

<p>The One That's An Open Celebration Of The Austro/Britannic Language Barrier</p><p> </p><p>

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</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 the night before Chapter 9 and I woke to a flashing light on my mobile phone. My voicemail was screaming at me again. Recently I'd been apprehensive in answering my phone since that angry, weird-looking gimp from PCW Steven Fludder got my number. Against my better judgement I hit the 'play' option instead of 'delete'. A smile immediately tore across my pale, sleepy little face.</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;">Voicemail:</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. Have. One. New. Message."</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;">

It was at this exact moment that my phone's speaker nearly exploded.</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;"> "HEY BOZO! FLIGHT IST CANCEL DUE TO SHITTING VEATHER. STORM CIARA, STORM DENNIS, STORM JORGE, OR VHATEVER IS STUPID NAME FOR ZE TINY, FARTY LITTLE VINDS. I STAY IN RAINY LITTLE COUNTRY UNTIL ZE PLANE, IT IS FIX, JAH?! YOU PAY ME MONEY. YOU PAY ME QUITE BIG MONEY AND I FIGHT. I WILL BE MAKING ZE BIG VIOLENCE MIT ZE SMALL CHAMPION MAN. I MAKE ZE SHOW IN COLD WAREHOUSE UND AM CRUSHING ZE SKULLS. SEND CAR. SEND CAR UND BEER. FUN VIOLENT TIMES AGAIN, OF YES! JAH! DAS IST SER GUTT!"</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;">Voicemail:</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;"> "Message. Completed. Press. 3. To. Return. Call."</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;">

My arse was half way out the door already, on it's way to the airport. All I had to do was catch up with it. As the legendary Jim Ross used to say: "Business just picked up here! This is gonna be a SLOBBERKNOCKER!"</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 love wrestling sometimes. I really do.</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>

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[dstephe4]

The One With Gerald

 

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Show held at The Old Mill in Leigh, Thursday Week 3, March 2020. Attendance: 72.

 

 

 

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Nathan Cruz vs Prince Ameen

 

Before the match Cruz tried to complain about having to defend his #1 Contender's spot. He said it was "an injustice of gargantuan proportions, an inquisition not seen like the days of ancient Spain. This is intolerable oppression..." I cut off his mic, rang the bell - Ameen and his buddies Ali and Singh pounced on him like piranhas. Cruz's allies The Prestige flooded the ring to defend their comrade. Bodies everywhere. Goofy pro-wrestling carnage broke out. Somewhere among an entertaining tornado of flying bodies and ridiculous bumps there was a pretty good opening bout. I can't even begin to describe all the mad, zany shit that went on. Suffice to say Cruz won the battle after some industrial-strength cheating and plenty of Prestige interference. Ameen was pissed. Cruz still had a title shot he could cash-in any time. And our 9th show was off to a flyer.

Match rating: 42.

 

 

 

Angle: Get On With It, Already.

 

The Bhangra Knights were still in the ring after Ameen's loss and were angrily demanding an opponent to take their frustrations out on. RJ Singh and Ali announced they wanted to defend their titles "right here! Right now!" The camera cut to me in my ringside commentary position as our tiny audience keenly awaited my answer. I opened another beer, shrugged, rang the bell, and let them get on with it.

Angle rating: 38.

 

 

 

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The Bhangra Knights vs Eddie Vega & ???

 

With all the speculation taking place as to who would replace Jokey, our online audience were keen to see who would become the other half of the Dark Circus. GBW's demented clown Eddie Vega came to ring alone, slid calmly into the ring, and immediately started throwing punches. He did surprisingly well despite the 2 vs 1 disadvantage. The 3 competitors treated us all to a decent, fun match. Finally the numerical advantage of the Bhangra Boyz took effect, and a two-man Delhi Driver had Vega in trouble. He beat a near 3-count and rolled out of the ring to safety. Suddenly he ran off through the curtains to the backstage area. I stopped the referee from doing a count out, curious to see what tricks Vega had planned.

 

He returned seconds later with his new tag partner... Gerald.

 

Who was Gerald, you ask?

 

This is Gerald:

 

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Meet Gerald, everybody. Gerald the fücking lion.

 

The Knights ran for their lives, which was perfectly understandable. Our bravely stupid / stupidly brave referee John Myers immediately DQ'd Vega for bringing a lion to the ring, which was also perfectly understandable. The lion pounced on Myers, perhaps in an act of bestial retribution, ripping his referee's shirt with it's massive claws, before going for the jugular. Myers did what he does best - he cried, pissed his pants, then fainted. I ran into the ring and forced Vega to get his God-damned lion under control, which he did with ease. Looking back at the footage you can clearly see the look of utter disbelief on my face - I bet Vince McMahon never had to deal with this crazy shit. I tried not to look terrified as I marched Eddie and his new 'tag partner' out the ring and towards the backstage area. I'm pretty sure it was only my bad aftershave that stopped me becoming the lion's dinner. Either way this match-up got people talking, to say the least.

 

Referee John Myers would spend the rest of the show sat in the corner of the ring twitching, crying and moaning. I guess I could've done more to help that poor, traumatised little bastard - I'm not sure if the box of tissues I gave him to cry into was much use. He never quite got over his run-in with the lion.

In the short-term it effectively rendered every other match on the card a No Disqualification bout, as our only referee was in no fit state to officiate.

To say the roster took advantage of the situation would be the understatement of the year.

Match rating: 39.

 

 

 

Angle: 5 Becomes 4.

 

Next up was GBW Champion Joey Hayes holding court in the ring, sorting out business. He was not happy. His face was still marked up from his brutal encounter with John 'Asylum' Doe last time. He got right in the face of his 'bodyguard' David Finlay Jr, yelling about how he was pissed at how he left him alone in the ring with Asylum for so long before finally running in at the end. Angrily, he told Finlay Jr he didn't need a bodyguard any more; he had The Prestige now - they'd do a

real

job of watching his back. Finlay was fired! The self-titled '4th Generation Superstar' did what we all wish we could do to our bosses - he punched him right in the teeth. Our fans loved him for that - he'd gone from despised heel to beloved babyface with one movement of his arm. The Prestige kicked the crap out of him and tossed him out the ring like garbage to a cacophony of boos. The 5 man stable was now 4.

Angle rating: 41.

 

 

 

Angle: The Hit List.

 

Our broadcast then cut to a pre-recorded promo by GBWs maniac John 'Asylum' Doe. He couldn't make it tonight but our team of underpaid student minions covered nicely with this mini-masterpiece of a video. Doe was crying about 'Corona Sadness' or 'Crooner Spiders' or 'Cruder Spices' or something. Christ only knew what he was talking about - it was impossible to hear him through that hockey mask. Long story short he was at home with a box of tissues, crying like a bitch. The guys in the locker-room told me it was serious. Maybe I should've listened, but I'd had so much whiskey he could've burst into flames and I wouldn't have noticed. But I digress... his video was

much

more important...

 

Beginning with a close-up of his psychotic, unblinking eyes, the camera slowly zoomed out revealing his blood-spattered masked face, then his massive shadowy frame, then finally the wall behind him:

 

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It was a hit list. Up top were the names who had fallen to him so far, their names crossed out. Beneath was the name of every member of the GBW roster yet to face his wrath. Our commentary finally cut through the eerie silence:

 

Ryan Devlin:

Is... is that blood?!

 

Jonny Marx (me):

That'd better be ketchup! This is a family show!

 

Ryan Devlin:

I think Asylum's sending all of GBW a message here, loud and clear! He's gonna go after them all, one by one!

 

Jonny Marx:

My advice to anyone whose name's on that wall? Run and hide!

 

Angle rating: 89.

 

 

 

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'Party Boy' Liam Slater vs 'Super' Sam Bailey

 

When Bailey joined GBW a great happiness came with him. I don't know why, but looking at that massive, ridiculous afro of his filled me full of joy. I was resplendent in its majesty. But at some point in the build-up to Chapter 9 that mean, goofy bastard had a hair-cut. Suddenly all the sunshine was gone from the universe. Life's euphoria has been suddenly shat out into the toilet-waters of eternity and flushed away like some kind of cosmic turd. The world was sensible now. Boring. Dull. Grey. The match between these two was anything but dull, or grey, or boring. The fans really liked it. There was even a Booker T-esque Spinerooni. But who gives a shit? The afro was gone, and so were a thousand of my smiles. Bailey won. The two former tag partners shook hands and went for beers, leaving me alone at ringside, mourning the afro-shaped hole in my existence.

Match rating: 42.

 

 

 

Angle: Introducing Messiah Hallberg.

 

Next up, Blood's mysterious manager finally revealed his identity, during a segment recorded earlier in the day. The venomous Messiah Hallberg was one of Scandinavia's most controversial, outspoken and wealthiest celebrities. And here he was in my office, trying to get his 'protege' Blood reinstated into GBW. His chilling, unblinking eyes were fixed upon me like a young Hannibal Lecter. He turned the very air around him to ice as he spoke. I told him that Blood was too dangerous for Great British Wrestling, and that it'd only be a matter of time before that psychopath maimed, crippled or killed someone.

 

Messiah shook his head, smiled his creepy little smile, and stated he had enough money and enough power to make

anything

happen. "Do not doubt this, Mr Marx. My shoes are worth more than your whole company. I could bankrupt you with a single phone call, leaving you forever destitute and humiliated. But I shall not, for I know you to be a reasonable man. You will accept what I am about to offer you, because it is the only realistic choice you have." He made me an offer: put Blood in with the biggest fighter in GBW, 'Big Daddy' Walter, at our next show. He'd pay Walter's wages as our piss-pot promotion couldn't afford it. If Walter won, Hallberg would pay for Walter to appear in GBW for a whole year, and he and Blood will be gone from GBW forever. He even offered me a sworn affidavit to back this up. If Blood won, he'd get fully reinstated into GBW. Blood would work for free, and Messiah will pay all his opponent's wages. Hallberg would take full responsibility for him, and keep him under control. He claimed to understand the twisted mind of Blood. "I can can control him, Mr Marx, as I can control

anyone.

"

Angle rating: 43.

 

 

 

Angle: Finlay's Revenge.

 

David Finlay Jr was still battered and bruised after being fired from The Prestige, then having his arse kicked by his former friends. I was understandably more than just a bit upset by all this. He issued an open challenge to any Prestige member who dared face him, and swore he'd channel 4 generations of fighting pride to get revenge at any cost. The fans were starting to dig Finlay Jr and his new no-bullshit attitude. The Prestige answered the call from a safe distance at the top of the ramp, where Earl Black Jr accepted the challenge.

Angle rating: 40.

 

 

 

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David Finlay Jr vs Earl Black Jr

 

In a battle of next generation superstars, we saw a whole new side to Finlay Jr, who brawled the crap out of his un-prepared foe. It was like seeing Fit Finlay in there, smashing skulls. The Prestige tried to interfere but GBW's rabble of a 'security team' actually did their job for once and kept them away from the ring - there was no other option, as our only referee John Myers was still sat in the corner of the ring crying over his run-in with Gerald The Lion earlier in the show.

 

Earl Black Jr got some good moves in, but could do nothing to prevent the unstoppable force of his pissed off, revenge-seeking opponent. There was a flash pinfall, a 3 count, and a quick escape by Finlay Jr before The Prestige could swoop in. The fans chanted the name of a new hero as a stricken Black Jr looked mortified in defeat.

Match rating: 30.

 

 

 

Angle: 4 Becomes 3... And One For Next Time.

 

The Prestige were furious. They dragged Earl Black Jr to his feet and began screaming in his face. Moments later Nathan Cruz and Joey Hayes got on the mic, and fired Black Jr for losing! Black, still stunned from his grueling loss, was left dumbfounded. To add insult to injury, Sebastian then cheap-shotted his former friend from behind, kicking him to the canvas. Hayes and Cruz joined in, stomping the crap out of their ex-comrade. Suddenly the fans cheered as Finlay Jr ran back into the ring and began busting heads, trying to save the man he was fighting moments ago. He was on a roll until Hayes brayed him with the GBW World Title. Then it was him and Black getting the crap kicked out of them by The Prestige. A Face Turn was on the cards.

 

Enough was enough. I got in the ring, and with the help of 'GBW Security' managed to hold the warring faction apart. I announced Cruz & Sebastian vs Finlay Jr & Black Jr for our next show. The fans were pleased. The Prestige's 3 remaining members certainly were not.

Angle rating: 39.

 

 

 

Angle: Enough Bitching Already.

 

I then called out Sam Bailey and RJ Singh. Last show they were once again complaining about Joey Hayes, how he' screwed them both over since day one with his underhanded tricks, etc etc. I told them I was sick of their whining almost as much as I was sick of Hayes. I declared Bailey and Singh would face each other at the next show - the winner gets Hayes! I insisted upon one condition though: after the match they'd have to shut up about 'revenge' and being 'screwed over' for good. The winner would get to settle the score once and for all. It was about time the bad blood was finally dealt with.

Angle rating: 32.

 

 

 

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New Blood Series - Session Moth Martina vs Sebastian

 

In the build-up to this fight, Sebastian took to Social Media and told the world he refused to fight a lady, saying it was 'ungentlemanly'. He stated Martina was 'only here to make GBW popular with women. It's a publicity stunt. Women shouldn't be wrestling. It's political correctness gone mad'. Session Moth clearly had this in mind as she kicked him in the face to begin their battle. Suddenly all Sebastian's lofty ideals about not hitting women are gone. Game on.

 

It was a very open 50/50 match-up. Sebastian used his first GBW bout as a singles wrestler to highlight his mat wrestling skills, showcasing some crisp submission holds. Session Moth used her time in the spotlight to drink Strongbow Dark Fruits cider and to Twerk all over our petrified referee. Don't let the sillyness or the bright pink Reebok tracksuit fool you though - she can wrestle too, as Sebastian found out when she reversed his Elevated Surfboard submission hold into a Backslide Pin for the sudden 1-2-3. The Prestige ran to the ring to aid their snobby little comrade, but were a split second too late. Session Moth was now a fully-fledged part of Great British Wrestling.

Match rating: 32.

 

 

 

Angle: True Colours.

 

Despite all their lofty pretensions moral elitism, The Prestige showed their true colours. Hayes, Sebastian and Cruz immediately started stomping holes into GBW's only female competitor. Our tiny but noisy slither of fans booed furiously and threw trash into the ring. Suddenly Black Jr and Finlay Jr ran to the ring make the save. The Prestige fled up the ramp, clearly having seen enough of their ex-teammates for one night.

 

Sickened by what I saw, I changed the 2vs2 I'd arranged earlier to a 3vs3. At our next show it would be all 3 remaining members of The Prestige vs Session Moth, Black Jr and Finlay Jr. "Oh, and if anyone pins Hayes, they get his title" I added with a smile. "And as further punishment for being an unbearable tit, here's Joey's opponent for tonight..."

Angle rating: 51.

 

 

 

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Joey Hayes vs 'Big Daddy' Walter - For The GBW World Title

 

The Prestige and the ex-Prestige are did the sensible thing upon seeing a near 7ft Austrian monster charging towards them - they ran for their lives. Hayes was terrified and suddenly all alone. He tried to run away. Walter grabbed him by the hair with his freakishly large hands, causing the GBW Champion to squeal like a pig. A sneaky low blow quickly turned the tide, however, followed by a blow to the back of the head with the World Title belt. Any decent referee in the business would have instantly disqualified Hayes for that, but our official was hiding under the ring, sobbing.

 

After a surprisingly open couple of minutes, the tide inevitably turned in Walter's favour given the frankly hilarious size difference between the two. 'Big Daddy' hit the GBW Champion with a barrage of genuinely brutal moves which would have destroyed most athletes. The punishment the champion took was immense and sometimes even frightening - the fans loved it - no wonder given their hatred of Hayes.

 

But as the fight wore on something impressive happened: Hayes would just not quit. He took a superhuman amount of damage but would simply not lay down, no matter how impossible things looked. Before our very eyes the cowardly, buffoonish Hayes we knew and detested was being stripped away, revealing a side of the champion we'd never seen before - Hayes the warrior. After 15 minutes of arse-kicking that'd make Rocky Balboa wince, Walter hit what could geniunely be referred to as The Chokeslam From Bloody Hell. The impact was so loud and so powerful our fans fell silent. But even though he was barely conscious, Hayes still somehow found the strength to kick out.

 

Enraged, the mountainous Austrian challenger dragged his prey to the top turnbuckle, the steel cornerpost nearly crumbling under his immense weight. He hoisted Hayes high up into the air for a killer Top Rope Powerbomb... but somehow the GBW Champion found the strength to reverse it into a Top Rope Hurricanrana.

The impact of the two men hitting the canvas literally tore a hole through the ring.

It was one of the biggest 'Holy Shit' moments in GBW's early history.

 

Both men lay unmoving in the shattered remains of our ring for what seemed like an eternity. Finally there was movement. Barely able to move after the biggest war of his career, Hayes somehow managed to drape an arm over the fallen giant. As our traumatised referee performed the count, our fans stood in unison and applauded the GBW Champion. They would go right back to hating him by our next show, but for one night only he had earned their genuine respect. And just as importantly, the GBW World Championship was still his to defend.

Match rating: 46.

 

 

Overall Show Rating: 52.

 

 

[ElectricX]

Great show!

[alpha2117]

Gerald the Lion …. BWAH_HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!

[Bigelow Cartwheel]

Yeah... Gerald the lion. Did not see that one coming.

 

The pics of the blood written walls fro John 'Asylum' Doe are inspired. Also, I want some cruder spices.

[dstephe4]

The One Where I Open Myself Up To Further Allegations Of Stupidity

 

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A sincere and heart-felt thank you to all who take the time to make predictions on this cruddy little dynasty of mine. I've updated the Predictions League to incorporate the latest results. See how you're doing in the snazzy little table below.

 

A disclaimer:

Based on the shambolic shit-show that was last time's Predictions League, let's just face the fact that I can't count and I have the attention-span of a gnat. There's probably a mistake somewhere, or somebody I've forgotten to include, or something like that. Please take this as an apology in advance.

 

 

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Chapter 9 Post-Show coming soon. Plus I'm also very gradually trying to spruce up some of the older posts with additional images, as they were a little text-heavy. Might add a little index or something to the front page too, if I get chance. Thanks again to you all.

 

 

 

Great show!

 

Thank you. Really.

 

 

Gerald the Lion …. BWAH_HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!

 

Another first for Great British Wrestling. Glad you liked it!

 

 

Yeah... Gerald the lion. Did not see that one coming.

 

The pics of the blood written walls fro John 'Asylum' Doe are inspired. Also, I want some cruder spices.

 

Everybody loves a bit of Gerald lol I've been resisting the temptation to Photoshop the hell out of this diary. I've challenged myself to only use MS Paint 3D and Microsoft Publisher. It's the dynasty equivalent of climbing Everest in your slippers. The blood on wall graphics were done on some weird, fruity online graphics generator I found in some wet, sticky corner of the internet, so I can only claim partial credit for them. They look cool though, and I'm glad you like them.

[dstephe4]

<p>The One Where I Dodge A Request Like Neo Dodged Bullets</p><p> </p><p>

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Running a Pro Wrestling promotion is not the Rock N Roll, jet-set, endless party I imagined it to be. I thought it would be wall-to-wall whiskey, champagne, hookers and dancing. That was the dream. The reality? Meetings. Lots and lots of meetings. An inordinate, inescapable miasma of meetings. A cataclysmic, apocalyptic death spiral of meetings. With an extra sprinkling of meetings on top, just for good measure.</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;">

After Chapter 9 I should've been downstairs in the locker room celebrating our (moderate) success with the roster. After all we were 9 shows in and still not dead - which was about 8 shows longer than anyone predicted. But instead I was upstairs in my shitty little office, without a drink, accidentally getting dangerously sober in... you guessed it... a series of meetings. There was one in particular that brings a smile to my face to this day, however. I remember it as if it were only yesterday.</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;">

David Finlay Jr stood across from my desk, doing everything he could to look anything other than nervous and awkward, and failing impressively. His long, rock star hair was still damp from the shower. Whatever shampoo he'd used was clearly borrowed from a stranger. It was like someone had burned down the Pot Pourri factory, gathered up all the smoke, and shot it into my face with a God-damned cannon. My lungs were melting under the strain of what felt like tear gas. My eyes watered. My left foot went into spasm. Was this the end? Was I having some kind of stroke? Fortunately Finlay's voice shook me from my slumber. Whatever he wanted, the answer was already 'no'.</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/ch9_Finlay.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></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;">Finlay Jr:</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;"> "How come GBW has so little money all the time? Where'd all the money go?"</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;">

His opener had all the subtlety of a nuclear war. As opening statements go, that was about as delicate as a frenzied elephant stampede. He needn't have bothered flapping that weird-looking face of his though - I already knew what he was after - a raise. I'd overheard him talking to his new tag partner Earl Black Jr before the show. Turned out Black earned fractionally more than Finlay, and he was here to redress the balance. I'd actually overheard him practicing this speach in the mirror. I wasn't snooping, the walls in our Old Mill venue were just freakishly thin. In hindsight it's a wonder that old wreckage of a place didn't collapse on top of us all. He wanted more money. I didn't want to give him any. Fortunately I'd planned for such a scenario.</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;">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;"> "Where's the money gone, you ask? What money? I started this company after the kind of drinking session that for most people would result in a stomach pump, a kidney transplant and a newly-found relationship with Christ. The kind of never-ending binge that winds up with some clueless tit setting up a wrestling company on a dare, emptying all his bank accounts, and spending so much money on Facebook Advertising that Mark Zuckerberg sends him dick pics. I look at GBW's finances now as a sort of tragic, dark comedy, to which I seriously can't afford a ticket."</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>Finlay Jr:</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;"> "Oh."</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;"> "I ordered an extra coffee with my lunch last week and my accountant burst into tears."</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>Finlay Jr:</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;"> "Oh. I... erm..."</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;">"The Old Mill has become GBW's spiritual home. But we do not own this building. We're technically squatting right now. I don't even have a key - I just have John Doe kick the door open for me. We're just one surprise council inspection away from staging Chapter 10 in the street."</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;">Finlay Jr:</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... erm..."</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;"> "See this office furniture? You like it? I found it floating in the river flowing past this building. Ever wonder why I'm so often damp? That's why. See that raincoat of mine hanging over there? I fought a homeless guy for it. I fought hard and I fought dirty and I won. During the brawl he spilled the spare change from his pocket, and fled when he realised he was much richer than 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;"><span style="color:#FF0000;"><strong>Finlay Jr:</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;"> "I... I... don't know what to say."</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 was laying it on a little thick by this point. But I was on a roll. I was unstoppable.</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 was thinking of selling myself into prostitution to try and raise some cash. But the Coronavirus lockdown the government's imposing has stopped me from even going outside to sell my arse. We only got around the Covid-19 'no public gatherings' law to host Chapter 9 because the attendance was so low that nobody important noticed the show was even happening."</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;">Finlay Jr:</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;"> "..."</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;">"In summary, I'm wearing Messiah Hallberg's loafers because I can't even afford to buy shoes."</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;">Finlay Jr:</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;"> "Wow, sorry. Wish I'd never asked."</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;"> "No problem. Any time. Glad we could have this chat. I feel like we bonded. It distracted me from crying over my bank statements. Probably saved me from walking into a crowded room and putting a shotgun in my mouth."</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;">Finlay Jr:</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;"> "We both know you can't afford a shotgun."</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;"> "True. Now leave me to my own misery. I'm busy trying to sell Hallberg's shoes on eBay. Otherwise the only way we'll be able to light our next show will be to set fire to the ring."</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 pulled a weird face, turned and fled. He really couldn't get out of there fast enough. There were many, many aspects of running a Pro Wrestling outfit that were frankly beyond me, but when it came to stopping the roster asking for more money, I was a Jedi Master. Best of all, I didn't even have to lie to the silly, leather-clad bastard.</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;">

Critics compared GBW's financial situation to the sinking of the Titanic, but I told them all they were completely wrong.</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;">

After all, the Titanic could afford to keep the lights turned on, all the way to the bottom of the ocean.</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>

[Texasrangers13]

I just caught up on chapter 8 and 9... I cannot get over the fact that there was a Lion... a real Lion in the ring... I need more Gerald the Lion. Wouldn't be opposed to a title run

[dstephe4]

I just caught up on chapter 8 and 9... I cannot get over the fact that there was a Lion... a real Lion in the ring... I need more Gerald the Lion. Wouldn't be opposed to a title run

 

Definitely a first for the GDS Forums, I'd bet. Made sense to me - how would a deranged, psychotic clown get their revenge? Bring a lion to work! Glad you liked it - plenty more where that came from.

 

Also coming soon(ish): The Jamaican Luchadore who is definitely not Jamaican. Japanese Gary. A tournament for a new belt to conclude The New Blood Series. And the new wrestler who is morally forbidden from dressing like a wrestler. And definitely more of Gerald.

[Bigelow Cartwheel]

<p>Nicely done man.</p><p> </p><p>

“I was laying it on a little thick by this point.”</p><p> </p><p>

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[dstephe4]

The One With The Pandemic

 

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Clean Hands, But A Dirty Reputation.

 

There was widespread panic over the Coronavirus throughout the build up to Chapter 10. A well-mannered, buttoned-down, typically English form of chaos filled the air. The nation's supermarkets became low-rent renditions of Lord Of The Flies. This was the time when deranged, mindless gimps bought up tons of toilet paper, thinking that having a tidy arsehole would somehow save them from a deadly pandemic. This was the time when panic-buying made dried pasta more valuable than gold; a black market commodity more sought-after than cocaine. This was the time the government, clearly making shit up as it went along, declared people could not go out in public because they'd catch a disease the TV was telling them they already had. This was the time we in GBW panicked, worrying the fear and paranoia would mean an empty venue and a cancelled show.

 

After weeks of self-isolating and quarantine, people were desperate for a distraction. People needed a release, an escape from the mind numbing hell of being trapped in a house with their own families. A minor miracle happened; we sold an extra

5 tickets

that day. We took so much cash on the day it took up nearly

two

whole sections of my wallet.

 

Some people criticised us for going ahead with the show, for not locking everything down like all the other sports events of the time. In reality the 24 hour gynecologists around the corner had more people in one place than our show. Plus we let the fans know that if anyone sneezed they'd get thrown straight out the window. That seemed to do the trick.

 

We'd offered a free face mask and bottle of hand-sanitiser for every ticket sold, and made the fans sit 2 metres apart from each other, which was easy in a big, near-empty venue like ours. Before the show we threw around disinfectant like confetti at a wedding. Leigh had never been more hygienic than during Great British Wrestling: Chapter 10.

 

I personally checked in with every fan who turned up to our show to ensure they had no symptoms of the dreaded Coronavirus. Not such a daunting task given our piss-poor attendance. Despite this, GBW's reputation took a big hit. We were already the least prestigious fed in the country, so there was only so far we could fall. But people who didn't give a damn about wrestling suddenly started yelling at us online. My opinion was (and still is) that we had little choice but to go on with the show. A month without our online revenue and sponsorship would've bankrupted us. And with nearly every wrestling show in the UK cancelled, that meant a lot of workers not getting paid. Good, hard-working people with families to feed.

 

Did we do the right thing by running a wrestling show during the Covid-19 pandemic, at a time when all sport was called off? I have no idea. Nobody got sick. Everyone had a lot of fun. But to say we got a lot of heat for this would be an understatement.

 

Whether we did the right thing or not in going ahead, here's the card for what was potentially the most action-packed show in our early history...

 

 

 

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The Prestige (Joey Hayes, Nathan Cruz, Sebastian) vs 'Session Moth' Martina, Earl Black Jr & David Finlay Jr - If Anybody Pins Hayes, They Get His World Title

 

This match originally started as a 2vs2, as Black Jr and Finlay Jr wanted revenge against their former comrades after both being fired from The Prestige. I upgraded this to a 3vs3 when Hayes and Co cruelly beat down our only female wrestler for daring to defeat Sebastian. Not exactly the behaviour I wanted from the face of our family-friendly organisation. The punishment? If anyone pinned Hayes they'd become World Champion - including the other members of The Prestige. Never had the title been so likely to change hands, with the whole future of Great British Wrestling potentially hanging in the balance.

 

 

 

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RJ Singh vs 'Super' Sam Bailey - Winner Gets Joey Hayes.

 

Both men were screwed over by Hayes as far back as Chapter 1. Both men obsessed with revenge ever since, both failing in their attempts at redemption. Enough was enough. It was time to draw a line under this whole thing. The winner would get a shot at Hayes at the next show, regardless of whether he still had the World Title. No matter the outcome, this would be the beginning of the end for the bad blood that had built up since the beginning.

 

 

 

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'Big Daddy' Walter vs Blood (with Messiah Hallberg.)

 

The mysterious and manipulative Messiah Hallberg had wasted no time in twisting things behind the scenes to get his client - the dangerous psychopath known only as 'Blood' - a shot at literally the biggest target in GBW. Using his considerable power and finances, Hallberg cut a deal - if Walter won, Hallberg would personally finance Walter's appearances in GBW for a whole year. On top of that, Blood would be gone from GBW forever if he tasted defeat. Seemed almost too good to be true. The catch? If Blood won, he'd get fully reinstated into GBW, despite being suspended and fired multiple times. A match that could have a huge impact on the future of our company, regardless of who won.

 

 

 

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John 'Asylum' Doe vs Timmy Force

 

Written in blood, the names of every competitor in GBW formed a terrifying hit-list, displayed morbidly at Chapter 9. The names of those Doe had already destroyed were crossed out. The remaining names were left to tremble in fear that they were next. Doe would take them down, one by one, until his seemingly unstoppable rage was quenched. The first name on his list? Poor little Timmy Force. I resisted the match-up being made at first, but when a near 7 foot blood-soaked monster in a horror-movie mask demands something, they tend to get what they want. Our fans likened this to a lamb going to slaughter. They weren't far wrong.

 

 

 

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Garrett Tate vs Liam 'Party Boy' Slater - New Blood Series.

 

The first of an unprecedented two First Blood matches at this show. A complete unknown fresh from some wrestling academy near Cambridge, a two time winner of the Oxford vs Cambridge Boat Race, Tate was a complete wild card. Thrown in against one of the more successful members of our roster, this would be a baptism of fire for the newcomer. As with all bouts in the New Blood Series, if Garrett won a full-time GBW contract would be his. Slater would get a title shot if he won. There was everything to fight for.

 

 

 

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Toni Storm vs Tiger Ali - New Blood Series

 

The second chance for a new face to gain a permanent place in Great British Wrestling. The talented, internationally recognised Storm was here to shake things up, to make a name for herself and all of women's wrestling on a new stage. Standing in her way was the popular and talented Tiger Ali, with RJ Singh and Prince Ameen of the Bhangra Knights watching his back. A title shot or a GBW contract would be on the line in this highly anticipated match-up.

 

 

Looking forward to seeing the predictions for this one. Thank you to the small but growing number of readers who check out this diary on a regular basis.

 

[ElectricX]

The Prestige (Joey Hayes, Nathan Cruz, Sebastian) vs 'Session Moth' Martina, Earl Black Jr & David Finlay Jr - If Anybody Pins Hayes, They Get His World Title

 

RJ Singh vs 'Super' Sam Bailey - Winner Gets Joey Hayes.

 

'Big Daddy' Walter vs Blood (with Messiah Hallberg.)

 

John 'Asylum' Doe vs Timmy Force

 

Garrett Tate vs Liam 'Party Boy' Slater - New Blood Series.

 

Toni Storm vs Tiger Ali - New Blood Series

[joshbrady91]

Predictions

 

The Prestige (Joey Hayes, Nathan Cruz, Sebastian) vs 'Session Moth' Martina, Earl Black Jr & David Finlay Jr

RJ Singh vs 'Super' Sam Bailey

'Big Daddy' Walter vs Blood (with Messiah Hallberg.)

John 'Asylum' Doe vs Timmy Force

Garrett Tate vs Liam 'Party Boy' Slater

Toni Storm vs Tiger Ali

[The Lariat]

<p><strong>The Prestige (Joey Hayes, Nathan Cruz, Sebastian)</strong> vs 'Session Moth' Martina, Earl Black Jr & David Finlay Jr</p><p>

- Also gonna say <strong>Joey Hayes</strong> somehow, someway keeps the belt.</p><p> </p><p>

RJ Singh vs <strong>'Super' Sam Bailey</strong></p><p>

'Big Daddy' Walter vs <strong>Blood (with Messiah Hallberg.)</strong></p><p>

<strong>John 'Asylum' Doe</strong> vs Timmy Force</p><p>

Garrett Tate vs <strong>Liam 'Party Boy' Slater</strong></p><p>

<strong>Toni Storm</strong> vs Tiger Ali</p><p> </p><p>

Hard choice between RJ and Sam Bailey, but RJ has the tag belts and should really focus on that instead.</p>

[Bigelow Cartwheel]

<p>The Prestige (Joey Hayes, Nathan Cruz, Sebastian) vs <strong>'Session Moth' Martina, Earl Black Jr & David Finlay Jr</strong></p><p>

Stip makes me think Joey's getting pinned... goin with Finlay Jnr.</p><p> </p><p>

RJ Singh vs <strong>'Super' Sam Bailey</strong></p><p>

Always Super Sam. Good lad.</p><p> </p><p>

'Big Daddy' Walter vs <strong>Blood (with Messiah Hallberg.)</strong></p><p>

Not sure on this one.</p><p> </p><p>

<strong>John 'Asylum' Doe</strong> vs Timmy Force</p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Garrett Tate</strong> vs Liam 'Party Boy' Slater</p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Toni Storm</strong> vs Tiger Ali</p><p>

Yeah, intergender matches get a good pop.</p>

[dstephe4]

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New Addition:

 

Prior to Chapter 10, Great British Wrestling made history in a wonderfully obscure way - we became the first promotion ever to have a referee quit because of Lion attack related trauma. "I have nightmares" he bawled. In hindsight I should probably have held off the laughter until he left the room. This ground-breaking, history-making first got people talking about GBW. It was a badge of honour we wore with pride. Let's face it, it wasn't as if there was much else we could be proud of. We'd somehow managed to survive for over 9 months with the cheapest referee in all of Britain, whose refereeing licence I'm convinced came free with a box of cereal. I spent more on hamburgers in January than I did on refereeing.

 

But I digress. With Myers the crybaby gone, it was time for an upgrade. There was a myriad of top-class, talented officials on the scene around the time, all of whom would have brought class and authority to every match they were involved with. Unfortunately our finances at the time were a genuine Shakespearean tragedy. So I got creative. Enter the frame,

Carmen Gil.

 

 

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She insisted upon having a whistle for her photo. Nobody knows why.

She pointed out ECW's Bill Alfonso had a whistle. I told her Bill Alfonso was a dick.

 

 

By day, Carmen was a dance and Taekwondo instructor (presumably not at the same time). Having recently graduated the Progress dojo, she was Britain's most newly qualified (and therefore cheapest) official. Quite how someone goes into a wrestling school learning to be a wrestler and comes out a referee is beyond me, but I wasn't about to ask that sort of question to a Taekwondo expert. Fortunately she was a much better official than Myers, and made a point of telling me over and over again how she definitely wasn't scared of lions.

 

I'd put that claim, and her refereeing abilities, to the test at Chapter 10. It wouldn't be long before one of the tiny numbers of female officials would get to climb through the ropes. GBW would go on to become a beacon for women's wrestling. The addition of Gil was an important step on the road for us, as our tiny pocket of fans were soon to find out.

 

 

[Bigelow Cartwheel]

Haaa.

 

And Bill Alfonso was a LEGEND.