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I laughed as I read it, although perhaps I should have cried at just how far a lie can go. If the truth is hidden long enough, does it cease to exist? People had been taken in by the lie, alright. This was what the wrestling fans of the general public believed – but they were wrong. How could they possibly know the sinister truth behind the state of wrestling?

Still, it was a good history, as far as fiction went. I couldn’t blame this internet journo – he was just summing up what he believed to be true. I read through the tangle of lies about the wrestling world people have been taught to believe, this time in the shape of an article at
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Ryland's Review of the Wrestling Revolution

The 1980's turned out a lot different to what everyone expected. Vince McMahon's attempt to dominate the US wrestling scene were foiled when the NWA stood up to him and called his bluff. Vince ended up losing the WWF name through bankruptcy. The NWA went on to be the dominant force in wrestling, although their very strength - many different members making up a larger whole - meant that no one promotion managed to go global.

As we come into the new Millenium, things are poised interestingly. Of the major NWA affiliates, three stand at a national level, ready to try to go global. A few cult promotions are becoming more popular, and are attempting to move to a national stage. Finally, some smaller regional promotions are springing up.

The Cast...

NWA: Calgary Stampede (National) - Owned by Stu Hart, NWA:CS are the only federation promoting out of Canada. Built around the best three graduates of the Hart Family Dungeon - Bret Hart, Chris Benoit and Chris Jericho - this federation relies more on straight heavily-athletic matches, and avoids gimmicks and shock angles.

NWA: East Coast (National) - Vince McMahon returned to wrestling by joining the NWA and promoting out of New York City. The promotion is built around big draws like Hogan, Rock and the Clique, and also includes Shane and Stephanie McMahon. The rest of the roster is made up of McMahon loyalists and assorted big men.

NWA: Texas (National) - Built on the legacy of the Von Erich's, Dusty Rhodes has taken control of NWA:TX. The promotion is a throwback to the 1980's, with much of the roster taken up by either veterans of that era, or local Texans. The major stars are Ric Flair, Steve Austin, Mark Callaway and Randy Savage.

NWA: Los Angeles (Cult) - A brainchild of Roddy Piper, NWA:LA is a two-tiered promotion. Once tier has a gritty urban feel, using people like the Gangstas to deliver chaotic violence. The other tier is a result of a deal struck with some Japanese federations, where some of their top talent like Mike Barton and Michael Modest are allowed to compete.

NWA: Mexico City (Cult) - The most popular grappler in Mexico, Konnan hung up his wrestling boots and became the promoter of the biggest promotion south of the border. Focussing almost entirely on lucha libre performers like Rey Misterio and Juvi Guerrera, NWA:MC features mostly high-flying bouts.

NWA: Strong Style (Cult) - Al Snow decided to try something different, and started up a US promotion based more on the Japanese style of stiff blows and submission holds. With close friend Dan Severn on board, a great talent roster was assembled, with names like Ken Shamrock and AJ Styles being the cream of the crop, plus a mass of Japanese talent due to links with other federations in the Orient.

NWA: Detroit Michigan (Regional) - This promotion is a no-frills federation run by Bill Watts. The action is brutal and realistic. The roster mainly consists of hard-hitting powerhouses like the Steiners and Road Warriors, but their main selling point is the presense of Brock Lesnar and Kurt Angle, who are the top two stars.

NWA: Hardcore City (Regional) - Based out of Philly, Paul Heyman's promotion is the bad boy of the NWA, always looking to use shock tactics. The roster consists entirely of Heyman loyalists like Tommy Dreamer, Tazz, and Stevie Richards.

At the current time, wrestling is not televised anywhere, although this is likely to change very soon. Which promotion will be first to reach the Global level?

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Ryland was close, as far as he went. Which pretty much meant that all he had right was the date – August, 2003. Everything else might as well have been a press release from a politician – what’s in it is strictly true, but all the important details are left out. The NWA dominates the wrestling scene, but not in the way Ryland, and everyone else thinks.

There are 8 major NWA federations. And THAT IS ALL. The entire American wrestling scene as it stands. I’m quite serious – I’m surprised people haven’t noticed yet. There are still foreign companies, of course – Puroresu is still operating strong in Japan. There is the odd European fed popping up in Germany and Russia, but that’s strictly small time... only a few steps up from Yardtards on trampolines. The WWF was the only one who could have competed, but I can’t blame McMahon for selling out to the NWA – he had a family to think about, and God knows how far they could have pushed him with it. His daughter, Stephanie, still bears scars up and down her arms. It could be nothing but a simple accident, like the stories say. But I don't believe in accidents any more. If the WWF fell to simple bankruptcy, I'll eat my hat.

To the main point - Every new indy fed that starts up without the NWA’s blessing ā€˜mysteriously’ fails. EVERY. LAST. ONE.

And do you want to know why?

The NWA is not what it seems. There are strong forces behind it, and crossing the NWA means crossing some serious people. The Mob, the Mafia – I don’t know about those. They could be nothing more than Hollywood fiction. But what I do know is this – the NWA is controlled, owned, and operated, by a dangerous man in the nasty business of organised crime.

Jacob Caulder. I don’t expect you to know the name, but it’s one that strike fear into my heart. Caulder isn’t the new Al Capone, of course. I suppose he might even be only relatively small-time, but I don’t know, and God knows I don’t want to know, how deep in corruption this world is. But back to Caulder. He is a crook, with his fingers in many pies. Drugs, guns, you name it… and wrestling. Jacob Caulder is the man that runs the NWA. Not officially, of course – the NWA board owns and controls the franchise. And behinds the scenes, like an evil puppet master, Caulder owns and controls them. I could see why running the whole market would be profitable; collectively, the NWA territories were probably pulling in millions, maybe billions, every year. And Caulder took a good cut for keeping out the competition.

Each division is run by it’s own bookers like Heyman and Rhodes. As far as I know, these guys aren’t crooked. Nor are the wrestlers that work for the company. They don’t know what’s going on… but I think some must suspect by now. I don’t mean to suggest the wrestling business is crooked. It’s as legit as it ever was. It’s just show business, and the show must go on. The matches are set, the promos are rolling. There’s comedy, drama, good wrestling action, and characters. It’s all sweet for wrestling fans.

But the NWA Monopoly – that stinks to high heaven.

Everyone who has stood up to Caulder has failed. Every wrestling company that has run against the NWA has fail. Through bribes, extortion, threats, and I fear even violence, Caulder has kept his grip on the wrestling world. Not one new company succeeds – Caulder makes sure of it, by hook or by crook – and he’s not a man to be stopped by the boundaries of the law.

Everyone that has opposed the monopoly of the NWA has failed – until now.

I say it’s time for a stand. I say it’s time to show Caulder that freedom is not dead. I say the time has come, to fight back!

I will not be bribed. I will not corrupted. I will not be threatened. And I will not fall to the NWA.

I’m here to make one final stand. I am here to lead it:

The Last Alliance of Wrestling.

LAW is coming for Jacob Caulder... and we won't be stopped.

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I am a wrestling fan (more like fanatic), and my name is Chase Sumner. At least, that’s the name I use now. If you’ve guessed it’s not the one I was born with, you’re catching on to how this game goes. I am… my mistake. I WAS a cop. I’d started out as a lawyer, but got the impression I wasn’t born to it. While my colleagues were re-reading precedents, I was marking out for Savage’s Flying Elbow Smash. While they were debating in chambers, I was choking on turnbuckle stuffing trying to work out how George Steele got over. Needless to say, I didn’t fit with the fancy shirt lifestyle of a lawyer. I picked a career where the law is actually enforced, not just read - I graduated from Police Academy and joined the force.

I damn sure learnt the law, though, which was what tipped me off to Caulder in the first place. I knew the monopoly laws, and as a wrestling fan, I’d noticed the NWA was quietly forming a hold on the business.

But I didn’t worry about it. I was just a simple beat officer. Involved in the odd exciting case, when I’d find myself the closest cop on call for a bank robbery, but for most part it was kiddy stuff. I gave out parking tickets, busted the odd dumb kid for smoking a joint in public… all and all I was nothing but a low-level grunt, as far as cops go. That is, until Stevie Cussler got involved. Stevie Cussler was one of my oldest friends, and another big wrestling fanatic by nature. He even started up his own indy fed, Axe Handle Wrestling. Given I wasn’t narcotics, I never asked what he was smoking when he decided that was a good name. Then again, with a last name like Cussler, Stevie knew all about strange names. Despite the oddball title, AHW succeeded, in a small indy kind of way. Which was good for me, because I was working security there. I was a rent-a-cop, basically – just keeping the peace for a few extra bucks. But AHW kept getting bigger – heck, it even grew up to it’s own little cult level.

That’s were the NWA stepped in, and that’s when my career came crashing down around my ears.

Stevie had been getting some odd calls recently, suggesting he’d walk away from AHW if he knew what was good for him. At the same time, he received an EXTREMELY generous financial offer from the NWA to buy out his company. But Stevie wouldn’t sell – he loved the business. It was never about money to him. But the calls became more specific – downright threatening. And then it all came to a head at AHW Smash City, their first PPV.

The show went down without a hitch, but I noticed Stevie wasn’t in back watching the main event. That wasn’t like him. I got worried, and went out looking. Sometimes, I wish I hadn’t.

I found Stevie, alright – been held up against the wall outside the building by a 6 foot goon, who was waving a blackjack at Stevie’s face and lecturing him on the different places he could stick it if Stevie were to decline another offer from the NWA. Stevie spat in his face, and got cracked across the arm with the blackjack. He could never play the piano again. Not that he could before, of course.

Now in my line of work, we don’t take kindly to thugs smacking civilians, particularly our friends, around with blackjacks. So I came up behind that son of a bitch, snapped the cuffs on him, and arrested his ass right there and then. Threw him in the back of my car, and dragged him off on assault charges. I interrogated him a bit, of course, asking what business the NWA has sending goons around to do their work. He clammed up mighty quick, and police procedure means I couldn’t make use of the Big Bossman’s niftier tricks with a nightstick… it’s got to be all by the book. Everything has to be done a certain way – there’s no way a cop would break the rules. I was so naĆÆve. But I couldn’t crack him around the face like I wanted and ask him what business he had with Stevie, so I left him to stew for the night in a cell.

I checked up on Stevie in hospital – he had a bruised arm, but he was damned he was going to let that stop him. I went home and had a restful night’s sleep, then went back to have another friendly chat with my prisoner.

He was gone.

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Not busted out of jail, not bailed out by a concerned citizen – just gone, as if he’d never been there. John Preston, the cop on jail duty that night, swore black and blue I never came in, and I certainly didn’t give him a prisoner. The guy was full of crap. He’d sell his own mother for a dollar and a cup of coffee. Naturally, I took it up with the captain. He politely told me he was very busy. I not-so-politely told him what he could do with his paperwork. I never had the right attitude to get through all the proper niceties – I just tended to curse at people till something happened. A few of the boys had told me I’d be more at home as a 50s style private eye than a cop. I took it as a compliment. Still, sounding off like a drunken sailor at the captain got some attention – he said he'd certainly look into this serious matter. Next week, I was busted down to traffic duty. The system at it’s finest.

I suppose that was my queue to drop it, and forget I ever heard the name NWA. But no, I marched right back into the captain’s office and demanded an explanation. I told him Preston had been bribed, and asked what the hell he was going to do about it. A day later, he showed me exactly what he was going to do about it, as a surprise internal inspection turned up a small baggie of cocaine in my locker. This seemed to surprise nobody but me, as I didn’t do nose candy, and that crap wasn’t mine. They could never PROVE the stuff belonged to me… but just the possibility is enough when you’re a cop. I turned in my gun, my badge, and that was me off the force, one more disgraced cop. Like magic: A prisoner disappears, having never apparently existed, and then a bag of coke turns up in my locker room. David Copperfield, eat your heart out.

I had no money, and no possibilities. I had my savings, of course, but that wasn’t exactly a king’s ransom. I went back to work for Stevie at Axe Handle Wrestling, and that’s where I really learned the business. I did a bit of everything – the booking, the finances, hiring up the talent… I owe a lot to my days in AHW. I was filling in the spare time with the odd job as a bouncer or bodyguard. I couldn’t stay in work for long – nobody wants a disgraced cop unless they’re desperate.

AHW just got worse and worse, too. 3 of their top stars were suddenly offered huge raises to join various branches in the NWA. Stealing talent’s a part of life in the indies, but all 3 in one week? A 4th guy was also approached, but refused to leave AHW, even for the money. A week later, he came to Stevie, a hint of panic in his eyes, and said he had to leave the company immediately. ā€œFamily issuesā€, he said. It got worse from there. Sponsors pulled out, wrestlers found other commitments. The NWA kept offering a buy-out. I went back to the cops, this time as a citizen requesting help. They told me I was imagining it, that it was all coincidence. I asked them if the money successfully made up for their lack of conscience. Hell, not all the cops were under the NWA influence, not by a long shot… but when you buy the top brass, you buy the whole station.

I give Stevie credit – he never gave up on AHW. While he made new stars, I researched. Using all my means, both legal and otherwise I tracked where the corruption was leaking into the NWA. I traced it all back to Caulder. I didn’t have what you’d call legally binding proof, but I knew he was the mastermind behind it all.

AHW struggled, but it stayed afloat. Just. Mostly thanks to Stevie’s hard work and dedication, but I’d by lying if I said I wasn’t a part of it. By this stage, we were pretty dependent on each other, as work was getting harder and harder to find for me. Stevie and I were sharing a pretty mouldy apartment in a bad neighbourhood just to make ends meet. By now the offers for AHW had decreased, but they were still far more than the company was worth – and that stubborn bastard Stevie wouldn’t budge. He’d hold onto his company till hell froze over.

So Caulder escalated.

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Threats hadn’t stopped Stevie. A beating hadn’t stopped Stevie, although they never got another shot at it – I made sure of that. Anybody who looked suspicious at an AHW event got an eyeballing from me, and they probably knew they’d lose a few teeth if they tried anything. But Caulder wasn’t dumb. He knew fire stopped everything. One night, as we lay in that flea-hotel of an apartment, it caught fire. Another mysterious accident.

The police later called it suspicious circumstances, but nothing was ever proved. The bottom line is this – Caulder sent his message. I’m sure it was never meant to escalate to what it did. It was probably nothing more than another threat, but it went wrong. I still remember that night, and believe me, I’ve tried everything I know to forget it.

I work up, middle of the night, coughing and spluttering. Smoking a pack a day, this wasn’t anything new, but this time it was coming from –outside- my lungs. The place was on fire, and burning up fast. The apartment was only three steps above cardboard, so the thing went up like it was doused in gasoline. Hell, it probably was. I didn’t think about what I was doing – I just moved. I got the hell out of that flaming deathtrap as fast as my legs could carry me… and I was all the way onto the street before Stevie even entered my mind. He wasn’t as fast as me. The fire flared up – I couldn’t have gotten back in to save him. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself when I can’t sleep at night. The bottom line is this – I got out. Stevie didn’t.

Caulder backed off FAST after that. Threats and violence was one thing, but murder was another altogether. It was never meant to go this far. Stevie took his last resting place, and AHW was left to run peacefully. It fell to pieces, of course. Stevie wasn’t at the helm, and I was beside myself at this point – I could barely get up in the morning, let alone run a wrestling company. All I could seem to do was try to drown out Stevie’s last scream in the bottom of a bottle. I got help to keep me off the booze, and I’m clean now – but that came later. AHW faded into the night, like every other company that took on the NWA.

After AHW fell through, I moved away. I probably didn’t need to. Caulder likely has no idea who the hell I am – just some random security guy who hung around with Stevie. Nonetheless, I changed sides of the country, and I changed names to boot. There was no way I wanted him linking me back to Stevie. But I wanted to take Caulder down. I couldn’t do it legally – nothing linked him to anything illegal. I couldn’t do it illegally – the guy had an army of body guards, and I was just a cop – it’d be suicide. So I’m going to do it in the one place I can hurt Caulder the most – his wallet.

I was going to set up my own wrestling company, and run the NWA – every part of them – into the ground.

Stevie had left me a sum of money in his inheritance. Two Hundred G’s, to be exact. It was a good whack if I wanted to retire, but peanuts to run a wrestling company on. Still, better than nothing. The Last Alliance of Wrestling was underway…

I was figuring on having to run the whole thing by myself, but then life changed again – this broad knocked on my door. She sure was something – fiery red hair, a curvaceous body, and something in her eyes that said she’d seen a lot more than she was telling. She said her name was Sophie, and I’ll buy that – for now. But if that was her real name, then I’m Humphrey Bogart. She offered to work for free, and that sealed the deal – I hired her on the spot.

I checked her out, of course – what sort of fool do you take me for? Her records were clean, and I called in a few favours with a few old buddies on the force to confirm – she wasn’t working with Caulder. I mentioned his name once in her presence, and she tried to hide it, but I saw something move in those pretty blue eyes of hers. It looked awful close to hate. She knew him, alright. I don’t know how, but I’ve learned to read people pretty well – whatever she had to do with Caulder, she sure wasn’t his buddy. I could almost sense what her secret was… it was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t quite get it.

This chick was switched on to the wrestling business, though. Between her contacts and mine, we scrounged up a decent roster. I’m sure you may not have heard of some of them, but they’ve made themselves small names in the business. We certainly had a few choices. There were lots of workers who couldn’t get in with the NWA, and if you couldn’t get in with them, you didn’t get in anywhere. But our size, not to mention our finances, kept us out of the running for the really big stars... for now.

Sophie did a lot of the hard work – she found us a few sponsors, checked our image, and wrote it all up, nice and proper. She even surveyed the fans to find out how well-known our guys were. She was good like that, not to mention easy on the eyes walking round the office. The sponsors were the hard part – we were an unknown fed, and pretty risky to boot. Hey, this ain’t a kid’s show, this is wrestling. Still, she got them, some way or another.

I admit, I was excited about running LAW. It wasn’t all about taking down the NWA – I legitimately enjoyed running a fed. I didn’t expect my business with Caulder to affect the public product – everyone was just playing a character, after all. Just another indy fed. For a while, at least.
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Last Alliance of Wrestling (LAW)

Size: Small
Public Image: 20%
Finances: $200,000
Risk: 70%
Production: 10%
Advertising: 10%
Merchandising: 0%

The advertising budget was a little excessive, but hey – if we didn’t get our name out there, we had no chance at all. A fed that nobodies heard of is no fed at all.

I looked over the guys we’d picked up for the show, and thought over what I knew about them.

Alexis Machine, Face, 30 Over: A fairly decent brawler, and built like a tank to boot. I don’t know a lot about Alexis, but Sophie gave him a strong recommendation. A tall but muscular guy, Machine was pretty easy going, but he looked like a million bucks in the ring. The guy had ā€˜superstar’ written all over him. He’s pretty handy with suplexes, and uses the Breakdown (Steiner Recliner) as a submission finisher, and he’s known to throw a nice Lexis-Plex (Head and Shoulders TazzPlex), too. Damn charismatic, the guy had stage presence – I’d see what he could do.

ā€˜Big Time’ Barry Hammond, Face, 14 Over: The only thing big about Hammond was his weight – the guy clocked in at around 350 pounds, making his superplex finisher even more spectacular. Ironically, he plays a bit of a mafia style gimmick, acting as a black gangster and coming out to the ring decked in chains and jewellery. A pretty mediocre wrestler, but he was cheap, at least. He’s a half joke character, with no idea how to rap or talk street style, but he sure tries.

ā€˜Canadian Sensation’ Ryan Wing, Face, 21 Over: Wing was a guy I’d seen wrestle before over the years, and I knew he was good. Dead humble, he refused to accept credit for a good match, but I knew I could have him winning over crowds. Wing didn’t look like much – just a skinny lightweight with long blonde hair, but he had that likeable quality about him. Used a Northern Lights Suplex for a finish. Wing really should have made it in NWA Canada, but he ran into politics – his ex-girlfriend Trish Stratus put pressure on Stu Hart to have him out of the company. And once you’re out of NWA, you’re out till they say otherwise.

The Flying Armadillo, Face, 16 Over: A local wrestler with one of the most ridiculous gimmicks on the planet. He wore a cape and an armadillo mask, and was mostly just a comedy jobber. I guess he was supposed to be some sort of weirdo superhero, but people just laughed at him.The local crowds really digged the character, and LAW could use it’s joker. On the rare occasion he gets to hit it, his finisher is the Armadillonator, which is about the damndest name for a simple spinning heel kick I’ve ever heard. This guy was a double bonus for me – when he wasn’t wrestling, he’d use the name Frankie and work as a colour commentator, at no extra charge. It was another part of his gimmick that nobody knew Frankie was the Armadillo, even though he left ringside every time he had a match. People liked that sort of nonsense.

Kurt ā€œThe Infernoā€ Stryker, Face, 19 Over: A german wrestler, Kurt isn’t very well known around here. Stevie used to talk about bringing him over for some shows, though, as he's a good wrestler. He plays a bit of a firebug character, which has really caught on in Germany – we’ll have to see how it does here. He’s apparently famed for being able to hit his finishing German suplex out of practically anywhere.

ā€˜Smoothsteps’ Shawn Wright, Face, 40 Over: I’m sure there’s a by-law saying every wrestling company needs a dancing character, and this is ours. Young and handsome, Wright is the personification of cool… I suppose. I personally wouldn’t know cool if it ran me down in the street, but Sophie seems to be more up with the play than me, and the ladies sure like Wright, making him a pretty over character. He rips off Disco Inferno a bit by not only calling his finisher the Last Dance, but making it the same move (A stunner) as well.

Azrael and Gabriel, Heels, 33 and 30 Over: These two have done some great teaming on the indy circuit as The Lost Boyz, and both go for the gothic look. They play some creepy characters, claiming themselves to be demons. Decent wrestlers to boot, plus LAW needed a proper team to get it going.

Shiro Yamada, Heel, 50 Over: One of the biggest assholes in the business. Yamada made his name in Japan, where people dubbed him ā€œThe Career Killerā€ behind his back. He’s called that because he’s reckless. Working stiffly is a part of the culture in Japan, but Yamada is just downright dangerous. Unfortunately, he’s extremely talented, as well as the most over name LAW has. Uses a Tiger Driver 91 for a finisher, despite numerous requests not to. Yamada never talks to anyone, on or off-show, but I don’t think he speaks a lot of English. To top it off, the guy wears a full face mask that looks like a hockey mask – maybe so none of the other wrestlers ever recognise him and beat him up when he’s out in public.

Doug Delicious, Heel, 12 Over: A journeyman from Memphis, Double D isn’t particularly good, but he’s will to work with anyone, so he’s good to have around. Recently, he’s been playing a narcissistic Prima Donna style character, claiming he’s just delicious… to the point where he comes off as quite effeminate. It seems to work for him, so we’ll keep it up in LAW. Uses a Double Arm DDT as a finish.

Garrett Jaxx, Heel, 26 Over: Character-wise, this guy is a disrespectful little SOB, who knows he's better than everyone and refuses to respect anyone or anything. Uses a Death Valley Driver to end his matches. He’s prone to refusing handshakes, spitting on his opponents, and sneering at the fans – anything to piss people off. Fortunately, he’s a nice enough guy in real life.

ā€˜Psycho’ Mike Legion, Tweener, 24 Over: Anything goes when Legion’s around – his character is a no fear, no-holds barred brawler, and he’s damn good at it. Very charismatic, Legion’s managed to convince plenty of people that’s he’s actually insane and dangerous. Mike Legion legitimately lost one eye playing about with chemicals as a kid, so he now wears an eyepatch to add to his image. Uses the Psycho Driver and the Legion Spike (A reverse DVD and a Snow Plow respectively) as his finishers.

None of these guys know what they’re getting into – as far as any of the wrestlers know, LAW is nothing more than an indy fed.

We were set us with some staff, too. A referee by the name of Brett Blades. He was no damn good, of course, but he could count to three and would take the miniature paycheque I was offering, so he’s hired. I also hired Road Agent Chris Lenart. The guy made his living reading crowds, so he could tell me what the fans were thinking while they watching the show. Good to know.

We were all set for the first show.
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I was nervous, but this was it – our first show. A strictly no-frills affair, this was just a small show with no extras. Not even a play by play commentator, although we had Frankie on colour when he wasn’t wrestling. Of course, we had the advertising – the arena looked like a giant 3d flier with the amount of posters and things we had around. Still, our sponsors are paying big money for it.

I had my road agent Chris Lenart beside me to tell me what the crowd was thinking. He could put it all into percentages, and tell me who was getting over. Good to know, so I thought I’d write down what went down, and what I thought about it… just for posterity’s sake, you understand.

The Introduction

We opened up on Frankie in his non-armadillo role, on the commentary table.
He looks kinda ridiculous dressed in a suit jacket with wrestling tights underneath. Particularly since half the crowd can clearly see the Armadillo mask and cape he has bundled up next to him. He got in the ring to tell people what was going on. We had a cheap mic, but it was good enough to get his voice around to the crowd.

Frankie: ā€œLadies and Gentlemen welcome, to the opening event of the Last Alliance of Wrestling! LAW is proud to present New Beginnings! Here, we bring some of the best wrestlers in the independent wrestling world to you. But there can be only one man at the top of the mountain – only one man can become the LAW World Champion! We want the absolute best as the champ, so we’ve prepared a wild tournament – so wild we can’t fit it all into one show, which is why LAW’s title tournament will culminate at next month’s show, Crowning of a Champion. But tonight we will find out who will advance – and every match is crucial. Ladies and Gentlemen, in tonight’s matches – EVERY WINNER will advance to the second half of the tournament. And every loser will go home empty-handed. It’s time for New Beginnings to begin!ā€

Huh, that Frankie’s got a hell of a voice on him – he’d be right at home as at a carnival or as an auctioneer. Good stuff.

Overall: 68%
The Flying Armadillo debuted his new gimmick (Comedy Character), it got a positive response. The Flying Armadillo gained overness from this segment.


The Lost Boyz were up next with a promo

Azrael: ā€œWe are the Lost Boyz. We are the creatures of dreamsā€¦ā€
Gabriel: ā€œā€¦creatures of nightmares.ā€
Azrael: ā€œI am Azraelā€¦ā€
Gabriel: ā€œā€¦ and I am Gabriel. We have come to bring redemption to the sinners of the Last Alliance of Wrestling. We have come to save them.ā€
Azrael: ā€œBut the road to perdition is not an easy one… one must do as Gabriel and I have. You must pass through the fire and the tests of pain… all sinners must prove themselves worthy of redemption.ā€
Gabriel: ā€œWe seek lost souls, like ourselves. Come, follow the Lost Boyz, and we shall guide youā€¦ā€
Azrael: ā€œGuide to our master, Satanā€¦ā€

Oh…kay. They want to redeem sinners, THEN take them to hell? This crowd’s hardly fundamentalists, but they drew the line when Satan came into it, and the Lost Boyz started making upside down crosses. Time to tone the gimmick down a little.

Overall: 54%
Azrael debuted his new gimmick (Occult), it got a negative response. Gabriel debuted his new gimmick (Occult), it got a negative response. Azrael gained overness from this segment. Gabriel gained overness from this segment.


The Lost Boyz vs Big Time Barry Hammond and The Flying Armadillo

Hammond makes his way out pulling off all sorts of hand signs he assures me will give him street cred, and is known as ā€œbling-blingingā€. I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about, but it’s certainly a sight to watch a gigantic fat black man decked out in chains try to look cool on his way to the ring. The Flying Armadillo comes out in full attire, cape and all, as the crowd blatantly notices Frankie is missing from his commentary position. A few ā€œWe want Frankieā€ calls go up. The Lost Boyz turn him into the Flying Armadillo literally, chucking him over the top rope. Azrael and Gabriel make a good team, and pretty much pick apart the other two with double-teams. Hammond eventually throws his weight around and sets Gabriel up for a superplex, but Azrael pulls him down… shaking the whole damn ring in the process. Remind me to have that reinforced some time. The Lost Boyz hit an Unholy Roller, their double-team finisher, on Big Time to win it.

Crowd: 37%
Match: 69%
Overall: 53%
Big Time Barry Hammond debuted his new gimmick (Sucka), it got a positive response.


ā€˜Canadian Sensation’ Ryan Wing vs Doug Delicious

Wing looks crisp, and I mean fucking crisp out there. That kid’s going to be big money some day. Double D’s well used to bumping, so that’s what he does here, as Wing takes flight. Wing hits a nice series to try and get the crowd into it, climbing up to the top rope and hitting a flying elbow drop. I love that move. Crowd still isn’t sold… I think some of them left after the nonsense with the Lost Boyz. Wing ain’t done, though, as he hops straight back up and hits a moonsault, but then misses with his third try, as Double D moves out of the way of a leg drop off the top. The crowd shuts down a bit as Delicious goes on offence, as he’s a bit plodding. He takes a breather to strut for the crowd, running his fingers through his hair and mouthing ā€œDeliciousā€ to the fans. He sets up for the Double Arm DDT, but Wing flips him over out of nowhere – into a Northern Lights Suplex, 1,2,3!

Crowd: 24%
Match: 73%
Overall: 48%
Ryan Wing debuted his new gimmick (Blue Chipper), it got a positive response. Doug Delicious debuted his new gimmick (Prima Donna), it got a positive response.


Garrett Jaxx vs ā€˜Smoothsteps’ Shawn Wright

Wright dances out all the way to the ring, then frames up a female fan at ringside with his hands. He takes the time to take off his sunglasses and places them on her head… nice touch, I thought, even if the things are only worth a buck or two at the markets. Jaxx proceeds to do the polar opposite, approaching the same fan and removing the sunglasses, then crushing them on the ground. It’s fairly obvious the woman’s a plant, but hey – it got the fans cheering Wright and booing Jaxx, so it’s all good. Late on in the match, they close up with a sequence of finisher reversals. Jaxx picks Wright up for a DVD, Wright rolls off and goes for the Last Dance. Jaxx tries to shove Wright towards the ropes, but Wright holds on, as they both collapse into the ropes and spill out to the floor. They then proceed to head off for a spot of crowd-brawling. The ref reminds them it’s just a standard match, and counts them both out, making it a draw. Ooh, crowd didn’t like that result. Too bad, folks – come back and buy a ticket to see who wins the inevitable rematch. Wright and Jaxx don’t halt for the bell, though, brawling out back through the crowd and out of sight.

Crowd: 37%
Match: 79%
Overall: 58%
Smoothsteps Shawn Wright debuted his new gimmick (Fun Babyface), it got a positive response.


Alexis Machine hops in next for a pre-match promo.

Machine: ā€œMy name is Alexis Machine, and my occupation is professional ass-kicker! I’m big, I’m bad, and I’m damn sure mad – and I’m going to be the champ around here. I’m sure everyone would love to see me beat the tar out somebody, and that’s just what I’m planning on. So Yamada, you masked bastard, get out here, and take a good old fashioned American style ass whooping!ā€

Ah, the good old playing on the patriotic harp. His opponent’s foreign, which automatically makes him evil according to the rules of wrestling.

Overall: 69%
Alexis Machine debuted his new gimmick (Bad Ass), it got a positive response. Alexis Machine gained overness from this segment.


Alexis Machine vs Shiro Yamada

Sure enough, the ever faithful ā€œU-S-Aā€ chants break out as the match starts. Kind of stupid, but I guess the fans don’t know Machine’s at least ¼ Russian. Yamada demonstrates why he’s worth what I’m paying him so damn much, as a few of the fans have even heard of him. We did advertise him pretty predominantly in our fliers as a Japanese superstar. Machine just uses nothing but power here, pulling out a few T-Bone Suplexes. He hits the Lexis-Plex, but only gets two. Yamada takes Machine’s head off with a stiff roundhouse kick, quite literally. Stiff bastard. He tries for a TD91, but Machine backdrops him out of it. Yamada finishes like a good foreign heel, backsliding Machine and putting his feet on the ropes for leverage to steal the three.

Crowd: 44%
Match: 79%
Overall: 61%


Mike Legion heads out to the ring next.

I can see a few fans eyeballing him, and I can’t blame them – he’s quite a sight with a ripped shirt and that damn eyepatch. He’s added to the effect by not shaving for a few says, giving him a nice castaway style beard.

Legion: ā€œI promise, I’ll give you what you all came to see – blood! Some people call me ā€˜Psycho’ but they don’t understand my unique talents. You see this eye?ā€

Legion lifts up his eyepatch showing he’s indeed missing an eye. I laugh as a few of the crowd gasp – every thought it was a fake.

ā€œI lost that eye playing about with dangerous things. Everyone said I had no fear, so I know I’m in the right business. I’m going to do whatever it takes, however I need to, to become the World Champion around here – now let’s get psycho!ā€

Overall: 54%
Psycho Mike Legion debuted his new gimmick (Psycho), it got a positive response. Psycho Mike Legion gained overness from this segment.


Kurt Stryker vs ā€˜Psycho’ Mike Legion, Hardcore Match

Nobody has the slightest idea who Stryker is, but it’s kinda obvious he’s german. He fights the evil foreigner effect though, by coming out playing with a cigarette lighter and staring into the flame. What a wonderful message for all the impressionable kiddies out there… but then, if they’re watching this show, their parents probably need an ass-kicking. I also observe that Stryker has no eyebrows… I won’t ask why.

Anyway, every good indy fed needs at least one gimmick match on the card, and this one’s a hardcore match to close out the show. You know how these things work – the guys beat each other around with trash cans lids, popcorn, beer cups, and whatever else is lying around. They generally make for pretty poor matches, too. Psycho provides the blood as promised, blading himself as Stryker dropkicks a chair into his head. Stryker gets a nice pop when he goes for a table, but the crowd falls apart when the table legs do as Kurt tries to set it up. Cheap indy tables. Legion improvises by throwing a chair into Stryker’s head and giving him a Legion Spike, but only gets two. He follows it up with a Psycho Driver ON the chair, folding Stryker’s neck up like an accordion, and THAT will be all – 1,2,3.

Crowd: 30%
Match: 68%
Overall: 49%
Kurt Stryker debuted his new gimmick (Pyromaniac), it got a positive response.


Overall Show: 55%
Match of the Night: Shiro Yamada vs Alexis Machine
Worst Match of the Night: Ryan Wing vs Doug Delicious

Backstage, I found the Lost Boyz merrily planning their next appearance. As I walked up behind them, I caught their discussion.

Gabriel: ā€œSo we’ll get the goat, right, and take it out there, right, and get the knife, right-ā€

ā€œUh, Gabriel, don’t mean to interrupt… but you guys have got to tone it down out there. I don’t mind pushing the envelope a little, but hailing Satan in the middle of a show? Last thing we need is negative publicity here. Keep it gothic, not Satanic.ā€

Azrael: ā€œWe understand, but doing a 180 on our gimmicks might hurt us a little.ā€

ā€œToo bad. Crowd hated it, so did I, tone it down.ā€

I walked away, only just catching Azrael asking his partner under his breath where they were supposed to dispose of a goat now. Okaaaaaaay.

Sophie told me people liked the show overall – in fact, our Public Image has gone up to 25% now. Even better, we actually made money: at the end of the month, we took $5000 profit! If I was looking to make my fortune, this was the wrong business… but of course, that wasn’t what I was after. But as long as we make money, we stay in business.

I got news that LAW weren’t the only ones in business – a new fed by the name of Total Championship Wrestling appeared, and promptly signed up a few names like Lance Silva and Rising Son. However, they were set up in a Backyard, so I figured they were blowing the budget early. They’re no threat to LAW, and they’ll probably go ā€˜smash’ pretty quickly on their own. If not, Caulder’s always around to give them a brief nudge… but I don’t think he’ll bother for small potatoes outfits like LAW and TCW.

Halfway through September, I was proven right about TCW – they fired half their workers, having yet to put on a show. They then rehired half of them. The guy running it obviously didn’t listen much during common sense class.
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LAW Crowning of a Champion

The Introduction

Frankie gets up with a mic to open the show. A few hecklers start calling that they want the Flying Armadillo, as Frankie pretends he doesn’t know what they’re talking about. At least the gimmick gets people into it, even if he’ll never make for a serious threat to anyone.

Frankie: ā€œLadies and Gentlemen, welcome! The Last Alliance of Wrestling proudly presents… Crowning of a Champion! Tonight, we will see the first ever LAW World Champion, with three semi-final matches. Everyone who did not lose last month will be in the semi-finals, including both Shawn Wright and Garrett Jaxx as a result of their drawn match. The winners will advance into tonight’s main event – a triple threat for the World Title! Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time to open the show – enjoy the Crowning of a Champion!ā€

Man, that guy’s got a bellowing voice on him that would put Jimmy Hart to shame. No wonder the crowd eats it up.

Overall: 62%
The Flying Armadillo gained overness from this segment.


Doug Delicious cuts a promo

I think he’s getting more into his gimmick, as he’s brushing his hair with a bright pink brush while he speaks.

Double D: ā€œOK, boys and girls, you’re about to see what a real man looks like in action. Unlike my opponent Barry Hammond, who is overweight, and grotesquely ugly to boot! ā€˜Big Time’ indeed – the only thing big about that nasty man is his stomach. But not like me, me, Double D – I’m just ABSolutely delicious!ā€

Delicious rubs his abs on the ABSolutely, driving home the pun with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. Well, I certainly want to punch him now, so we can assume that promo worked.

Overall: 48%
Doug Delicious gained overness from this segment.


Doug Delicious vs Big Time Barry Hammond

Delicious immediately hits Hammond with the brush to start with, which Big Time thankfully no-sells. I mean, a hairbrush? Good for getting heat, bad for fighting with. They go through a pretty slow paced match, and the crowd’s finding it a little hard to get into. But hey, this is only the opener. The idea is for the show to go uphill from here…. In theory, anyway. Delicious actually hits the Double Arm DDT, but won’t cover him. Double D heads outside to show off his pecs to a few ladies. You know, this gimmick would work better if he actually had a decent build, but I guess the humour value is in watching him delude himself. Delicious rolls back in and sizes up Big Time for another Double Arm DDT, but Hammonds shoves him off and mangles him in the corner with an avalanche. Hoisted up top, and one Superplex later, Big Time pins Double D to win it.

Crowd: 24%
Match: 64%
Overall: 44%


Shiro Yamada vs ā€˜Psycho’ Mike Legion, World Title Semi-Final

Out trots the good old ā€œU-S-Aā€ bandwagon as Yamada heads for the ring. As much as I personally hate it, the old evil foreigner bit does make him the most over guy on the roster. Legion tears into him right off the bat with a whole load of punches, then headbutts, then bites his fingers! The ref pulls him off, and Yamada takes control with some good chain wrestling, then picks Legion up and drops him on his head with a Murder Backdrop, another one of the moves I specifically asked him not to do. Prick. He tries one of those ungodly Japanese flying moves, with a spinning 720 diving moonsaulty type deal. It’s probably called the Flying Space Tiger Monkey Drop Slam, or something, but I haven’t the foggiest. Shiro gets a sunset flip, but gets seen using the ropes. The ref cautions him. Legion goes a step further in the illegal scale, grabbing a chair from ringside and braining Yamada with it. I really hope that hurt. Legion gets DQed and Yamada advances to the finals, as Legion runs around with the chair grinning like a maniac.

Crowd: 43%
Match: 74%
Overall: 58%


ā€˜Smoothsteps’ Shawn Wright vs Garrett Jaxx, World Title Semi-Final

Wright comes out moonwalking his way to ringside. The crowd likes it. Jaxx doesn’t, so he cheapshots him from behind while Wright dances. Ain’t that always the way? Wright goes airborne, controlling with a handful of quick high-flying moves. He goes for a missile dropkick, but Jaxx rolls under it, drawing a nice pop from the crowd. Jaxx works over the knee, grounding Wright. They play it up a bit more, as Jaxx frantically curses while Wright struggles through. Wright fights back with a sudden dropkick, further jolting the knee. Jaxx works him over with a few shinbreakers.

He tries to end it with a Texas Cloverleaf, but Wright makes it to the ropes. Wright gets in a few comeback moves, knocking Jaxx down with a closeline. Thankfully, he’s got a good enough grasp of psychology not to dance on the injured knee. He goes for the Last Dance, but Jaxx pushes him into the ropes and picks him up for the Death Valley Driver – and quick as hell, Wright rolls off it into a crucifix for the pin, 1,2,3! Jaxx doesn’t even pause to acknowledge he’s lost, promptly hitting the DVD on Wright anyway. A man after my own heart. He spits on Wright before walking out. Unhygienic, but heelish.

Crowd: 38%
Match: 80%
Overall: 59%


Kurt Stryker vs Alexis Machine

An all-american badass vs the guy that teaches our children it’s good to play with fire. I guess this makes it a face vs face matchup, so the crowd have trouble deciding who to rally behind. I admit, this is really just here to put both guys on the card, but they’re both competent wrestlers, so why not? Stryker’s really more of a high-flier, but Machine doesn’t work like that, so they end up trading suplexes. Stryker nearly wins it, planting Machine with a textbook bridging German Suplex, but Machine grabs the ropes to break up the count. Stryker charges, but gets hot shotted and dropped throat first into the ropes. He turns around, right into a Lexis-Plex, and Machine then locks on the Breakdown for the submission win.

Crowd: 30%
Match: 74%
Overall: 52%


The Lost Boyz get some mic time

Azrael: ā€œRyan Wing… The so-called Canadian Sensation. Such a title is surely a sign of hubrisā€¦ā€
Gabriel: ā€œPride is a sin, young one. It comes before a fall, and the time to fall is now. Wing, you could not hope to face one Lost Boy, let alone both.ā€Azrael: ā€œYou shall falter, fail, and fall – for none can resist the power of lost souls such as us.ā€

I liked it a lot better with the less blatant Satanism. The crowd seemed to be wondering why they dropped it, after clearly showing they hated it last time. Fickle fans, but what am I gunna do about it?

Overall: 62%
The fans were confused by the gimmick change of Azrael (to Gothic) so soon after his last one. The fans were confused by the gimmick change of Gabriel (to Gothic) so soon after his last one. Azrael gained overness from this segment. Gabriel gained overness from this segment.


Ryan Wing vs Azrael vs Gabriel, World Title Semi-Final

Another one of those good old ā€œTriple Threat that might as well be a handicap matchā€ style matches. They always seem to go down nicely in my experience, and it got the crowd rallying behind Wing a little. Azrael and Gabriel beat the crap out of Wing, double-teaming him left, right, and center. Wing struggles to fight back, but the Lost Boyz hit the Unholy Roller without much trouble. Heel dissention time, as Azrael and Gabriel fight over who gets to take the pin and go on to the final. As per unviolatable wrestling tradition, they fight it out for a while giving Wing the chance to make his underdog comeback. The Lost Boyz finally take Wing down again, and Azrael goes up top as Gabriel holds Wing. Azrael’s faith is naturally misguided, as Gabriel shoves him off the top rope out to the floor! Nice bump. Gabriel looks a little concerned about his partner – and Wing promptly flips Gabriel into a Northern Lights Suplex for the 3 count.

Crowd: 35%
Match: 74%
Overall: 54%


Ryan Wing vs Shawn Wright vs Shiro Yamada, LAW World Title Match

I do wonder if I made a mistake booking two back to back triple threat matches, but the crowd doesn’t seem to mind. Wing is still lying in the ring as Frankie on commentary tries to push the point that he’s the underdog, as he’s just wrestled one match immediately before while Yamada and Wright got resting time. Yamada, being evil and all, takes advantage of this and beats Wing up early, not waiting for Wright to make his entrance. The crowd rallies behind Wing with more ā€œU-S-Aā€ chants. Hello? ā€œCanadian Sensationā€? I guess Yamada is the only evil foreigner, but I really question the sanity of wrestling fans sometimes.

Shawn Wright finally gets his ass into the ring, limping a little to sell the leg from his earlier match. Yamada chop blocks him and puts on a few of those weird rolling Japanese submissions. Wright looks close to tapping on an STF, but Wing breaks it up. Wing and Yamada trade some high-flying stuff. Yamada tosses Wing, and Wright catches the Last Dance out of nowhere on Yamada. He only gets two, though, because the ever lovely Shiro came to my office before the show and DEMANDED to kick out of a finisher or two tonight.

Yamada decides he hasn’t done enough yet, and busts Wright’s eyebrow open with a right hand, giving the crowd their blood fix for the night. Yamada potatoes him a few times, refusing to pull his punches. Christ, I’m surprised nobody in Japan shooted on this guy and injured him yet. Wing’s back into it, taking down Yamada and suplexing Wright onto the ropes. Wright recovers on the apron as Wing hits a Northern Lights Suplex on Yamada! 1,2, and Wright breaks it up with a springboard senton onto Wing, who’s in the bridge! SWANKY, and there’s a round of applause from the crowd for that spot.

All three guys fight up to their feet, and Wing takes a nasty bump as Yamada gives out ANOTHER Murder Backdrop. Wing’s more or less out to lunch. As the ref checks on him, Yamada promptly boots Wright directly in the nuts, cementing him as evil. All the ā€œU-S-Aā€ chants in the world won’t help now, as Yamada hits the Tiger Driver 91 on Wright to secure the 1,2,3.

An excellent match by indy standards. Shiro Yamada is now the first LAW World Champion, as easily the best worker on the roster. I just wish I could hire a big star who WASN’T a total prat.

Crowd: 43%
Match: 83%
Overall: 63%
The LAW World title has gained in image.


Overall: 55%
Match of the Night: Yamada vs Wright vs Wing, World Title
Worst Match of the Night: Double D vs Big Time Barry Hammond

I went back after the show and congratulated all the guys on another good show. Except Yamada, of course – he had left immediately. Hammond was amused the guys by putting on one of his god-awful rap efforts… I definitely need to get him doing that in front of a crowd sometime.

I pulled Ryan Wing aside, as he looked wobbly as hell.

ā€œRyan, you alright? You want me to take you down to the hospital or something?ā€

Wing shook his head, nearly collapsing with the effort: ā€œNo, no… I’ll be fine. I just got dropped right on my head – twice, actually. I need to lie down.ā€

ā€œHell, I’m sorry about that, Ryan. Shiro’s already left, but I’ll have a word with the bastard next time I-ā€

Wing: ā€œChase, it’s fine – after all, it was just an accident. It’s not like anyone goes into wrestling and deliberately tries to hurt the other guy. I’m sure Shiro didn’t mean it.ā€

I sighed. Wing was a nice guy, but pretty naĆÆve. Shiro had spotted the best worker in the company, and taken him out before Wing could become a threat to his spot. Pure class.

Still, it had all gone pretty well. Lenart thought the show wasn’t any better than the last one, but attendance was up and we had a world champion now. Plus, we were financially healthy, pulling in another $5000.

I shouldn’t have done it, but I went and spent some of the profit, taking Sophie out dancing. She was happy we were succeeding, and hell – she’d done half the work anyway. I figured she deserved it. I assure you, my reasons were entirely noble, and had nothing to do with my desire to see her dressed up and shaking that body. And if you believe that, I have some lakefront property in the Sahara you may be interested in buying.

My lecherous nature aside, there was something interesting about Sophie. She was happy LAW was surviving, but she seemed to have a sad glint in her eye some of the time. Most people wouldn’t see it, but I’m a pretty perceptive guy when I’m looking for something. She knows more than she’s telling, and I think she knows that LAW is more than just another indy fed to me. LAW means more than that to her as well... I just wonder what.
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LAW Danger Zone

The Introduction

Frankie hops up to open the show with a mic in his hand.

Frankie: ā€œLadies and Gentlemen, welcome, to Danger Zone! Tonight, in our main event, the LAW World Title will be defended – Alexis Machine challenges Shiro Yamada, in that very ring. Whoever wins that match will know who they face next month, because tonight there will ALSO be a number 1 contenders match, to decide who will next face the World Champion! This match will be between ā€˜Psycho’ Mike Legion, and the Canadian Sensation Ryan Wing. The Last Alliance of Wrestling feels that being a contender requires blood, sweat, and tears – which is why the match will be a First Blood match!

Also on the card, Ladies and Gentlemen – say, look over there!ā€


With overly exaggerated gestures, Frankie points to the other side of the arena. Around a dozen people turn to see what he’s pointing at, but most spy Frankie rolling underneath the ring. After a minute’s pause, The Flying Armadillo rolls out the other side. Nobody is fooled, but it gets a good laugh.

Overall: 63%
The Flying Armadillo gained overness from this segment.


Doug Delicious vs The Flying Armadillo

ā€œArmadillo – AWAY!ā€ yells Frankie… uh, sorry, The Flying Armadillo, as he ā€œfliesā€ around at ringside, waving his cape around. Double D’s quite content to just look at himself for a while, but they finally lock up and get to it. Between the Flying Armadillo’s posing and efforts to fly, and Delicious’ stops to show of his body, this is mostly a joke match. Good thing, too, because these guys are hardly technical experts. The crowd is behind the Flying Armadillo (I guess) with some very light ā€œWe Want Frankieā€ chants. Armadillo eventually whips Delicious into the ropes and goes for the ridiculously named Armadillonator, but Double D hooks the ropes, leaving Armadillo to taste canvas. One Double Arm DDT later, it’s all over, with Delicious picking up the win.

Crowd: 28%
Match: 66%
Overall: 42%


It's Hammer Time

Big Time Barry Hammond ā€˜grooves’ his way to the ring, with more gold chains on him than a pimp convention.

Hammond: ā€œYo, yo, yo – gimme a beat!ā€

No sound at all is heard, so Hammond starts his freestyle without music.

Hammond:
ā€œYo, yo, my name’s Big Time, and I’m here to say
Got a match with da Lost Boyz, uh… A-OK!
Yo, my partner’s gonna be da smoothstepping Shawn Wright;
We’re one funky team when we dance…. Um… uh… All right!
Word, Life, Dawg!ā€


There’s a few rounds of laughter, a bit of good natured booing, and some genuine booing from the people in the audience that don’t seem to pick up that it’s a self-parody. Then again, that was mighty bad.

Overall: 51%
Big Time Barry Hammond gained overness from this segment.


Big Time Barry Hammond and Shawn Wright vs The Lost Boyz

Wright does his usual routine, strutting his way to ringside and handing off his sunglasses to a female fan. He gets in the ring and dance some more as Hammond tries to imitate him. And fails. Badly. You haven’t lived till you’ve seen a 350 pound black man trying and horribly failing to bust a move. After a few minutes of standard tag action, the lights go out as the Lost Boyz signal, then flick back on to reveal Hammond beaten down in the ring. Heel double teaming on Hammond for a while, keeping him away from the hot tag to Wright. Big Time eventually backs – after Azrael grounds him with a chinlock, Hammond staggers up, leaving Azrael hanging off his neck. Gabriel jumps in and climbs on Hammond with a second chinlock, and Big Time lumbers across the ring with both Lost Boyz hanging off his neck to get the hot tag to Shawn Wright.

Wright drops both Lost Boyz, then pulls out one of his favourite moves – he slams Gabriel down, turns his back… then moonwalks across the ring backwards to Gabriel and hits a standing moonsault onto him. If the People’s Elbow got over, a moonwalk moonsault certainly can too. Hammond recovers and mashes Azrael into the corner with an avalanche. The Lost Boy stumbles out – right into a Last Dance from Wright for the 3 count and the win.

Crowd: 41%
Match: 74%
Overall: 51%


Kurt Stryker vs Garrett Jaxx

You know, Stryker’s gimmick would be a lot cooler if he had some decent pyrotechnics for his entrance. Holding his hand over a cigarette lighter and nearly burning his fingers in the process is… interesting, but hardly high-tech. Still, it’s not like we can afford anything better. These two are among the best workers on the roster, so it’s a pretty good match-up. Stryker tries three times for the German Suplex, but Jaxx flips in mid-air and lands on his feet each time. He drops Kurt with a modified Michinoku driver, then grabs the lighter and starts mocking Stryker, waving it around like a groupie and making stupid faces. It’s one of those ā€œDon’t touch the urnā€ moment, as Stryker kips up and nails a leg lariat. He goes for the German Suplex again – and Jaxx reverses it mid move, rolling forward into a Victory Roll! 1,2,3!

Stryker looks impressed and offers a handshake, but Jaxx spits at the extended hand and rolls out of the ring, ignoring it.

Crowd: 36%
Match: 78%
Overall: 51%


And Stryker's not happy

Stryker grabs the mic in one hand and pulls out his custom made cigarette lighter out. It’s got flames painted up and down the side, and he flicks it on. He stares into the flame as he talks.

Stryker: ā€œI did not come here to be spat on. I did not come here to be insulted. I did not come here to be mocked. I came here to fight. I don’t mind losing, but I don’t like to be disrespected. Beware, Jaxx – I’m not a man you want to cross. *He brings the flame closer to his face* You would be wise to remember one thing – when you play with fire, you get burned!ā€

His German accent isn’t very strong, thankfully, so the crowd didn’t pick up on it. I would have been just about ready to kill someone if I heard another bloody ā€œU-S-Aā€ chant go up. But I guess since Stryker likes fire, he’s alright with the fans. Crazy world.

Overall: 61%
Kurt Stryker gained overness from this segment.


ā€˜Psycho’ Mike Legion vs Ryan Wing, First Blood Match, No1 Contendership

Looking at the scars on Legion and the missing eye, I’d say Wing looks a touch out of his depth in a hardcore style match. Wing starts off with some solid mat wrestling, controlling Legion, but not drawing any blood. He hits a nice standing rana, but that’s not what the crowd wants to see. Legion tears into Wing with some big right hands and savage headbutts. He tries to bite Wing, drawing a few cries for blood from the crowd. Dam ghouls. Legion rallies them up by picking up a chair from ringside and swinging wildly. He rolls back into the ring and takes a shot at Wing, who ducks. The chair hits the top rope and bounces back into Legion’s face, but still no blood. Wing puts the chair down in the middle of the ring, and drops Legion onto it with a Northern Lights Suplex! Easy pin, but wrong sort of match.

Wing punches away at Legion trying to draw the juice, but gets planted with a Legion Spike out of nowhere. Legion lines up as Wing staggers up… and BAM! Chair shot to the head, and Wing is down and out. STILL no blood, so Legion pulls him over to the corner, where he starts biting away at his forehead! As Legion rallies up the crowd, Wing curls up into a ball and blades. Legion pulls him up by the hair, revealing Wing to be bleeding as a result of his biting! The ref calls it, and Legion wins the match. I guess that makes him the official vampire of the fed.

Crowd: 42%
Match: 72%
Overall: 51%


Alexis Machine comes out waving the American flag over his head.

Now that’s cheap heat. I’ll have to remind myself to try getting Yamada to come out with the Japanese flag next time.

Machine: ā€œI know you fans have seen a wild night already, but it’s about to get better. You’re about to see Shiro Yamada get his ass suplexed all to back to Japan! Because I’m big, I’m mean, and I’m an ass-kicking machine! Yamada, get out here - your title reign is about to experience a serious Breakdown!ā€

He’s big, has an America flag, and catchphrases. Naturally, the crowd ate it up.

Overall: 65%
Alexis Machine gained overness from this segment.


Alexis Machine vs Shiro Yamada, LAW World Title

Covering my ears won’t cover up the ā€œU-S-Aā€ chants going around again. Oh goody – I just love patriotism. Still, I suppose it sells tickets. True to his word, Machine starts off strong as hell, suplexing Yamada around the ring and following up with some standard power stuff – lariats, powerslams, and the like. Shiro cuts him off with a thumb to the eyes and grounds Machine, taking control. He blitzes into Machine with a variety of holds and strikes, showing off why he really is such a damn good wrestling. He finally gives up the ground game and goes up top – and Machine cuts him off! They exchange punches on the top rope – and here it comes… Lexis-Plex off the top rope! BANG! There’s our crowd reaction for the night, as people start buzzing. Machine hauls himself to his feet and signals for the end.

He drags Yamada to the middle of the ring and puts on the Breakdown. Yamada won’t tap. Seriously, he won’t tap – he blatantly refused to lose by submission when I was setting up the booking for the show. Something about how his sense of honour would be impugned if he gave up. Sounded like bull**** to me, but he is the biggest star on my roster. Yamada pulls himself over to the ropes to break the hold.

Machine grabs Yamada from behind for a backdrop, and Yamada nails a mule kick, hitting Machine low. Following the magical laws that govern wrestling, the ref just happened to be looking in the exact wrong direction when that went down. Convenient. Yamada sets Machine up for a Tiger Driver 91! Machine tries to fight it, which he damn well should – given Machine’s a good foot or two taller than Yamada, this is bloody dangerous. Yamada hits it, as Machine just pulls his neck up to save himself from the full brunt of it. Irregardless, Yamada gets the 3 count.

Crowd: 48%
Match: 80%
Overall: 57%
The LAW World title has gained in image.


Overall: 54%
Match of the Night: Yamada vs Machine, World Title
Worst Match of the Night: Double D vs The Flying Armadillo

Backstage, Alexis Machine was irate. I couldn’t blame him.

Machine: ā€œWhat the **** was that, Chase, what was that? I told you dammit, I’m too tall to take a Tiger Driver 91! You and I agreed he’d sunset flip me for the finish!ā€

ā€œAlexis, calm down. I TOLD Yamada it was a sunset flip end. Son of a bitch booked his own finish on the spot.ā€

Machine: ā€œAnd on top of that, that bastard stiffed me on every punch he threw. You’ve gotta do something about him.ā€

ā€œDo what? He’s the champ. He’s also far and away the best wrestler and biggest draw this company’s got. I agree the guy’s a prick, but I can’t do anything about that right now!ā€

Machine calmed himself a little: ā€œOK, Chase, it’s your show. Just one thing – don’t put me in any more matches with him, not if you want your champ to stay healthy.ā€

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I wasn’t the only one having headaches. October was a hell of a month for Caulder and the NWA too. The smallest piece of news was that Stu Hart was retiring from active competition in NWA: Canada. It got better, though… and worse, too.

I’d been watching them like hawks, and got some big news – NWA: Detroit Michigan, Bill Watt’s fed was gone. It had apparently gone bankrupt, practically overnight. That meant nothing to LAW – all of their workers are far too expensive, and most wouldn’t even consider signing with us.

It was important news to me, though. Feds didn’t just go into financial meltdown out of nowhere. I knew that old ā€˜Cowboy’ Bill Watts would probably be horrified if he knew what I knew about Caulder running the NWA… I began to wonder if it was just a simple bankruptcy after all. This needed more investigation. Still, it was good news – one NWA fed down, and LAW is still standing.

The bad news for me came in a day later, and it rocked me off my chair. Sophie came in with the ill tidings – Caulder had gotten his company on TV. NWA: East Coast, Vince McMahon’s outfit, had just picked up a huge TV contract – a prime time deal on Fox. This is as big as it gets – millions, hell, probably billions of dollars in profit. And a good chunk of it is going straight into the pocket of one Jacob Caulder: Wrestling monopolist, crook, scumbag, and murdering son of a *****. Caulder’s got a big step up here. But I don’t care how long it takes – one day, Caulder. One day you’ll regret what you did to Stevie.

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There was more bad news on the front, though. The demand for wrestling was going up, as it had been a fair while since anything major had been televised. This meant the fans were expecting more from their companies. Which means they wanted to see more than the same dozen workers from us. Specifically, Sophie was telling me to hire two more workers, or lose Public Image. We can’t afford to lose the image – but we can’t afford to pay the workers, either. LAW lost $20,000 this month, thanks to extra advertising and production costs. I sent a tape of our show off to a Local Network, hoping to pull in some more revenue. It came back with the tape broken in half, so I’m guessing they weren’t keen.

Still, I made a few calls to see if there were any monkey wrestlers around. That is, anyone who would work for peanuts. I found two of the sorriest excuses for wrestlers around, and they were still the best trade off of limited talent for limited cash.

Elax, Tweener, 31 Over – This guy’s gimmick is that he is a toilet. No, I don’t mean metaphorically. He actually wrestles in a white outfit, with white shoulder pads for the top, and a toilet seat lid drawn on his ass. He uses an actual toilet seat lid to hit people with. And his finisher is something called The Shitter. I don’t know what it is, but with a gimmick like this, there’s no way he’s ever winning a match, so I’ll never have to see it. More to the point, this dumb bastard wouldn’t change his gimmick for LAW. Yes, he actually LIKES wrestling as a crap (literally) joke. He’s even a decent worker, though – he’s just made some REALLY bad decisions about who he wrestles as.

Kamikaze Kid, Heel, 16 Over– The less disgusting of the two, Kamikaze Kid has all the stage presence of a frightened mouse. The guy has literally no self confidence at all – he could barely mumble out how much he wanted to be paid. He couldn’t convince a ward for of insomniacs that they wanted to sleep, let alone sell a promo. The only thing he could do was put on some high-flying stuff, really. His character isn’t too far away from his real-life self, as he plays a depressed guy who has no interest in his own safety, thus leading to all sorts of weird high spots… many of them botched, too. People just hate the little weed despite his spots, so he’s a heel till he can actually tell people otherwise. Uses the Death From Above, a 450 splash to finish.
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Frankie approached me before the show: ā€œOK, what am I calling tonight? Legion’s supposed to be in the main event, but I heard he’s out hurt.ā€

ā€œUnfortunately, yes. Just yesterday, so I’m working on late notice here. Wing’s in the main event instead of Legion, so that’s what you tell em.ā€

Frankie: ā€œAnd what about Mike? People are going to notice he’s not here. How do you want me to cover it?ā€

ā€œThe truth’s better than fiction, Frankie. The damn hothead got in a barfight with three guys bigger than him, cracked one of his ribs. Tell them that, but make it… a little more hardcore or something. Exaggerate – it is wrestling, after all.ā€

LAW All Out Action

I sell out completely this show, handing out annoying fliers to everyone who enters. Hey, those sponsorship deals keep the place afloat… or at least, out of going too deep into the red. Of course, most people throw the fliers down a step later. Oh well. As long as LAW gets it’s money.

The Introduction

Frankie is up to open the show. I curse to myself, because I know what he’s got to say. I hope the fans don’t feel too ripped off, but it’s not like there’s much I can do about it.

Frankie: ā€œLadies and Gentlemen, welcome. The Last Alliance of Wrestling presents All Out Action! Unfortunately, our scheduled main event of Shiro Yamada vs ā€˜Psycho’ Mike Legion will not go ahead as planned. *crowd booes* Legion has herniated seven discs in his back, and broken two vertebrae while in a bar fight – his injuries prevent him from wrestling. Rest assured, he will return next month, where he will take on whoever the World Champion is! Because tonight we have a brand new world title match lined up – a high flying duel of epic proportions! Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight, we will see Shiro Yamada defend the World Title against the Canadian Sensation, Ryan Wing!ā€

7 herniated discs and two broken vertebrae? I’m not a sawbones, but that sounds like the sort of thing that would KILL you, not just take you out for one show. I just told Frankie to announce a back injury, but I guess the rules of wrestling require mass exaggeration wherever possible.

Overall: 61%
The Flying Armadillo gained overness from this segment.


Elax vs Big Time Barry Hammond

I can’t deny that Elax gets a reaction, as the crowd seems to be wondering what the hell he’s supposed to be. His reaction grows steadily into one of disgust as members of the audience slowly realise he resembles a toilet. Of course, if they weren’t getting it, there’s always Elax’s helpful miming and facials to indicate what he’s about. This is TOTAL Wrestlecrap – literally. Fortunately, the match is nothing but an extended squash – Hammond manhandles Elax around the ring, then avalanches him several times in the corner. Hammond’s offence is mostly just big man stuff – presses and splashes, for most part. He all-too-mercifully hits a superplex to put Elax and me out of our misery.

Crowd: 32%
Match: 69%
Overall: 49%


Doug Delicious heads out to the ring

He’s got a mic, and is dressed in what can only be described as an elaborate bathrobe.

Delicious: ā€œI know, I know… I’m not dressed to wrestle. And I know everyone’s let down, because let’s face it – your main reason for coming here was to see this gorgeous body in action. But frankly… just look at this. *Double D gestures to his hair* I am having one of the best hair days of my life – I can’t possibly muss up this ā€˜do with a match tonight! Priorities, people… I’ve got to do what’s important. Rest assured, my studly self will be in full fighting form next show. Until then, I remain… just ABSolutely delicious.ā€

Overall: 53%
Doug Delicious gained overness from this segment.


Garrett Jaxx vs The Flying Armadillo

Frankie has mysteriously disappeared from the commentary table for this match. Gee, wonder where he’s gone? This match is pretty one-sided, with Jaxx controlling right off the bat. C’mon, his opponent is dressed as a super armadillo. The Flying Armadillo fights back with a few body slams, then heads up top. He yells ā€œArmadillo – AWAY!ā€, then leaps from the top rope, hitting a double foot stomp on Jaxx. That’s all he gets, though, as Jaxx asks to see the Armadillo pose again, as the ā€œWe Want Frankieā€ chants go up. Foolishly, the Flying Armadillo does so – and Jaxx cheapshots him, hits a spinning heel kick, then stomps him down in the corner. Jaxx continues to dominate the match, then finally hits a Death Valley Driver for the 1,2,3. He’s not letting it go there, though, ripping the cape off the Armadillo. He spits on it and throws it into the crowd. The Flying Armadillo crawls away and under the ring, then Frankie emerges a minute later.

Crowd: 40%
Match: 73%
Overall: 56%


Jaxx grabs the mic after the match

Jaxx: ā€œOh, I’m sorry – did you people not like that? You don’t like me spitting on this supposed super-hero? So I insult my opponents. So I don’t shake hands. So I disrespect them. So what? They don’t deserve any better! I don’t have to respect anyone, and I don’t give a damn what you people think about me! You can chant at me till you go hoarse for all I care! *The crowd obliges with a ā€œAssholeā€ chant* I have every right to look down on everyone – because I am just so much damn better than them!ā€

A few people roll their fliers up into balls of paper and throw them at Jaxx. I’m sure our sponsors will be ecstatic that their advertising dollars weren’t wasted.

Overall: 58%
Garrett Jaxx gained overness from this segment.


The Lost Boyz vs Alexis Machine and Shawn Wright

Wright and Machine look like a pretty mismatched team here. Machine heads straight for the ring, all business, while Wright grooves around the outside of the ring, slapping hands with the fans. He passes off his sunglasses to a woman in the audience as the Lost Boyz enter. Machine starts out early, grabbing Gabriel and throwing him around the ring like a rag doll. He soon slips up, though, allowing Azrael to cheapshot him with a jawbreaker from the apron, and the Lost Boyz take control. After several minutes of exchanging tags and double-teaming on Machine, the Lost Boyz call for a big move. They both head up top, and jump off for a Tidal Wave style move – and Machine rolls out of the way! Hot tag to Wright! Wright cleans house, tossing both Lost Boyz out, and struts up and down the ring. Gabriel enters, but gets dropped with a Blockbuster off the middle rope, and Wright hits the moonwalk moonsault.

Azrael attacks Wright from behind, giving the Lost Boyz back the advantage. They mercilessly double-team Wright, ignoring the ref’s protest – and Wright fights back with a double clothesline and tags in Machine! Machine WRECKS both Lost Boyz, tossing them about like flies. Lexis-Plex on Azrael! Lexis-Plex on Gabriel! Machine is striking anything that moves – and he inadvertently nails Wright with a clothesline! Wright is knocked out of the ring as Machine leaves off the Lost Boyz to check on him – and that gives Azrael and Gabriel the advantage they need, as they hit Machine with the Unholy Roller for the 3 count.

Crowd: 44%
Match: 78%
Overall: 61%


Kamikaze Kid vs Kurt Stryker

NOW Kurt’s hit on a hell of an entrance. He holds his lighter up to his face, then spits out, creating a spray of fire in the air. He wouldn’t tell me how he did it, but I can understand that - every wrestler needs their trade secrets. If there’s any fire marshals in the building, we’re screwed. Kamikaze Kid gets a pretty apathetic reaction coming out, and the fact that he looks scared by the crowd doesn’t help either. Stryker tries to help his opponent by grounding him with a mat game, but Kamikaze won’t be kept down for long. He hits a high dropkick then springs to the top rope, but loses his footing and up goes the ā€œYou fucked up!ā€ chant while Kamikaze repeats the spot (argh) and hits a corkscrew moonsault. Crowd is still bored after a few more minutes of this, so I radio into the ref to cut it. About 30 seconds later, Kamikaze slams Stryker down, and goes up top for the Death From Above. He misses, and Stryker simply waits on him to pull himself up – then PLANTS him with a textbook German Suplex to win it. Kamikaze buries his head in his hands after the match and cries… and the crowd laughs at him. Not exactly what I was looking for, but it could work. Kamikaze runs away from the harsh crowd.

Crowd: 26%
Match: 78%
Overall: 52%
Kamikaze Kid debuted his new gimmick (Manic Depressive), it got a positive response.


'Canadian Sensation' Ryan Wing has the mic

Wing: ā€œTonight, I get my chance – my one big shot. I’ve gotten this far against the odds, so why stop now? Yamada, you might be bigger than me. You might have more international experience. You might have the advantage of going in as champion. But what you don’t have the heart! The desire to be the best! To go out there and fight to your last breath for the win! That’s what I’ve got – that’s what got me here. It’s time to show you why they call me the Canadian Sensation – bring it on!ā€

Overall: 63%
Ryan Wing gained overness from this segment.


Shiro Yamada vs Ryan Wing, LAW World Title

There’s a few very scattered USA chants, but not many. It reinforces my faith in humanity that people can work out where a guy with the nickname ā€œCanadian Sensationā€ might hail from. Yamada rips into Wing to start off the match, just bludgeoning him down with some harsh strikes, then beheads him with a lariat! Wing goes into selling overdrive, collapsing like he’s dead. Then again, with the way Yamada hits guys, I HOPE he’s only selling. The crowd buys into it, though, getting behind Wing as the underdog.

Wing fights back briefly, whipping Yamada into a corner then putting him on the top rope. Wing hits a frankenstiener – and Yamada flies out of it and lands on his feet! Hot damn! He drops Wing again with a high roundhouse kick. Yamada refuses to relent, going up top and flying off with a moonsault – but Wing moves! Yamada eats canvas, and Wing hits a standing tornado DDT, but only gets two off it. Wing hits out on offence, hitting a top rope elbow drop, then without pausing goes up and hits a flying leg drop. Wing hits a clothesline, which Yamada no-sells and shrugs off (the bastard). The crowd is rallying up strongly behind Wing, though – and Wing hits a Northern Lights Suplex! 1,2, and Yamada grabs the ropes!

The crowd is getting seriously pissed off now, and here come some more god awful ā€œU-S-Aā€ chants as Yamada yells at them in Japanese. He drops Wing down with another one of those stiff as crap Murder Backdrops. He sets up for the Tiger Driver 91, and flips Wing up – and Wing reverses it into a rana! He cradles the legs, ONE, TWO, and Yamada kicks out cleanly! Wing charges, and Yamada anticlimactically gives him a quick undetected but blatantly low kick downstairs. Yamada flips him up again, and THERE’S the TD91 for the finish. Damn, that was something awesome – even I’ve got to applaud both guys there.

Crowd: 48%
Match: 85%
Overall: 66%
The LAW World title has gained in image.


Overall: 58%
Best Match of the Night: Yamada vs Wing
Worst Match of the Night: Hammond vs Elax

I walked away that night happy – this was the best show we’d put on yet. Although our Public Image was still stuck at 25%, we’d made money again – another $5000 profit. I’d cut the advertising budget down to 5% to lower expenses, and it was obviously paying off, even though we weren’t moving up in image.

Sophie rang in with the bad news the next day. I kind of understand now why they used to kill bearers of bad news in ancient times – it must be quite satisfying. Still, what happened had happened – NWA: East Coast had picked up a SECOND TV show in as many months. Friday Nights, Prime Time, on the Playboy channel. They were well on their way to becoming a global promotion. Caulder must be laughing all the way to the bank. I was worried – it’s one thing to cross a man with millions of dollars. It’s another to cross a guy who’s got a global, multi-billion dollar investment to protect. It was lucky for us that Caulder wasn’t paying any attention to LAW yet.

I thought I was mad about it, but Sophie was absolutely furious. She ranted and screamed and raved about it, how the NWA was taking over the world and creating an unfair monopoly. I let her go on, interjecting the odd grunt of agreement. People tell you so much more when you don’t interrupt them. Eventually, I got the pay-off I was looking for – Sophie eventually swore on and punctuated it with a ā€œGoddamn Caulder, one of these daysā€¦ā€ She realised what she’d said, and clammed up quickly, making it even more noticeable. But I didn’t press. I had what I was looking for. She knew who Jacob Caulder was, and his connection to the NWA. The million dollar question was now the how of it, and what I was going to do about it. For now, nothing. She’s a great assistant, and if she hates Caulder too, even better.

It wasn’t all sunshine for Caulder, though - Roddy Piper’s NWA: Los Angeles has gone bankrupt, too. Just like Watt’s Detroit Michigan shortly before it – a fed that seemed financially healthy one day, gone the next. I smelt some kind of scam, but had no proof. In any case, it seemed good news for me – more room for LAW in the world.
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LAW Christmas Chaos

The Introduction

Frankie: ā€œLadies and Gentlemen welcome – the Last Alliance of Wrestling presents Christmas Chaos! In tonight’s main event, Shiro Yamada will defend his title against ā€˜Psycho’ Mike Legion! Far be it from LAW to try to contain these two, so they’ve decided not to. This battle is not restricted to the ring – it is a Falls Count Anywhere Matchup!

But on to our opening contest – The Lost Boyz will take on the Canadian Sensation Ryan Wing and a partner!
*Wing makes his way to the ring as Frankie is speaking* Tell me, Ryan – who are you picking for a partner?ā€

Wing: ā€œWell, Frankie, there’s really only one man who can do the job, but he doesn’t seem to be at the arena tonight – I’m picking the Flying Armadillo!ā€

Frankie: ā€œAh… I see. Well, I’m sure he’s about. Say, hold this mic for a minute – and I’ll go look for him!ā€

Frankie crawls under the ring, presumably to look for the Flying Armadillo. Wing waits a little, then gets impatient and pulls Frankie out again wearing the armadillo cape, but no mask.

Frankie: ā€œAh, hold on… I found his cape! He must be under here somewhere!ā€

Frankie goes back under, and The Flying Armadillo re-emerges.

Armadillo: ā€œHere I am! Armadillo – AWAY! My good buddy Frankie is still looking for me under there. He’ll be a while, but let’s get on with the match anyway!ā€

O: 66%
The Flying Armadillo gained overness from this segment. Ryan Wing gained overness from this segment.


Ryan Wing and The Flying Armadillo vs The Lost Boyz

The Lost Boyz immediately spot the weak link in the team and start destroying the Flying Armadillo. The Armadillo gets in next to nothing, and demonstrates his superb bumping and selling skills. Wing eventually blind tags himself in and does all the work for his team, taking it to the Lost Boyz. Wing finally goes for a sunset flip on Azrael, and struggles to get him over – and the Flying Armadillo rips off his cape and throws it into Azrael’s face! The Lost Boy takes his concentration off Wing for a moment, who finishes off the Sunset Flip into a successful pin for the 3.

O: 61% (46, 76)

Kurt Stryker vs Garrett Jaxx

Jaxx immediately points out something in the crowd to the ref, then clotheslines him across the back of the head. Jaxx stomps away at the ref as Stryker enters, and the match goes down without an official. Jaxx cheats as often as possible, nailing Stryker with a few low-blows. Jaxx finally hits a Death Valley Driver, then shakes the ref to revive him as Stryker crawls into the corner, face down, for some reason. Jaxx pulls him up as the ref is slowly recovering – and Stryker with a FIREBALL! Stryker spits the fireball at Jaxx, who recoils in horror as it mostly flies over his head. The lucky Jaxx clears his eyes, but gets planted with a German Suplex as the ref crawls over for the count for the 3. Jaxx eyes up Stryker, but isn’t keen to approach anyone that keen on burning things, so he backs away rather than going for a revenge attack.

O: 62% (45, 79)

Stryker grabs the mic

Stryker: ā€œI warned you, Jaxx. I warned you to respect what I can do, but you had to try and cheat anyway. Everyone thinks they can put one over on Kurt Stryker, but everyone’s going to learn different. Tell me, have you ever looked into the heart of a flame? *Stryker holds up the lighter and stares into it as he speaks* There is power in the heart of a flame. It is something to be respected. Something to be venerated. But most of all, it is something to be feared. Much like myself. Remember this night well – when you play with fire, you get burned!ā€

O: 59%
Kurt Stryker gained overness from this segment.


Elax vs Doug Delicious

A total squash for Double D, as he kicked the shit (thankfully not literally) out of Elax for most of the match. Not a lot of crowd interest – since Double D is a clear heel, it was basically asking them to cheer for a guy who dresses like a toilet. Not happening. Still, Delicious kept pausing to try and get the fans against him by telling how ā€œdeliciousā€ he was. A Double Arm DDT ends it with ease.

O: 50% (31, 70)

Shawn Wright vs Kamikaze Kid

The Kid nearly turned around and ran backstage again after the audience heckled him. His array of high-flying moves don’t turn them around, and a few calls of ā€œDie, Kid, Dieā€ go up. Charming. Despite a pretty damn good high impact match, Wright can only get the crowd in support of him when he’s styling and profiling around the ring. Kamikaze misses a 450, then gets dropped with a Last Dance. Wright struts a bit more, then hits the Moonwalk Moonsault for the pin.

O: 55% (30, 81)

Big Time Barry Hammond vs Alexis Machine

Ugly, ugly match, between two ugly, ugly brawlers. There’s slugging, and lots of it, as the two beat each other back and forward with the good old soupbone right hands of death. Machine tries several times for a Lexis-Plex, but can’t pick the rotund Hammond up for it. I’m not sure that’s just an act, either. He eventually settles for a side belly to belly to drop Big Time, then locks on the Breakdown for the win.

O: 53% (40, 67)

'Psycho' Mike Legion has a pre-match promo

Legion: ā€œNow is the time – let’s get Psycho! Falls Count Anywhere means no disqualifications. It means no countouts. It means this match is exactly what I do best – fight till somebody isn’t moving any more. I promise you not a match, but a knockdown, drag out fight to the finish! It’s time for blood! It’s time for pain! It’s time to get Psycho!ā€

O: 63%
Psycho Mike Legion gained overness from this segment.


Shiro Yamada vs Psycho Mike Legion, Falls Count Anywhere, LAW World Title

Given the No-DQ no-countout nature of the match, Legion brawls for a while before going for a chair. Yamada cuts him off to some heat – yeah, you guessed it. ā€œU-S-A, U-S-Aā€, with the odd cry for blood mixed in. Ah, wrestling, where the American way meets mayhem. Yamada continues to control him with grounding submission holds and some high-flying. Legion finally gets back into it with his usual wild haymakers and headbutts, then pastes Yamada with the chair. Rather than make the winning cover like anyone rational, Legion calls for the end. He lays the chair on Yamada’s chest, then heads up top. He comes off – Flying Headbutt into the chair!

Legion provides the blood he promised, bleeding heavily from the forehead as he slowly crawls onto the cover. ONE, TWO, and Yamada kicks out?!?! The crowd bought that as the end of the match, and so did I – that was booked to be the end! Yamada does a bit of his own impromptu booking as I wonder what in the hell is going on. The two fight out to the apron – and Legion takes a Tiger Driver 91, off the apron, into the floor at ringside! He folds up on his neck, totally done for. Yamada covers him on the floor and it’s 1,2,3, as Yamada wins the match he wasn’t supposed to. Dammit, I’m going to find out what the hell is going on here…

O: 61% (46, 76)

Overall Show: 58%
Best Match: Jaxx vs Stryker
Worst Match: Delicious vs Elax
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After the show, I was planning on calling in both Legion and Yamada to bitch them out for booking their own finishes to matches I’d planned. However, that was quickly driven out of my head by more big news from Sophie – NWA Hardcore City had gone bankrupt! That made three NWA feds, all seemingly financially healthy, all vanishing practically overnight.I smelt a rat, but I didn’t know what – why would Caulder take his own companies down? I suppose they could have been legitimately bankrupted – but all three of them in three months? Unlikely.

Still, NWA: East Coast was flying high – they’d picked up a THIRD Prime Time TV show, this one on Wednesdays on NBC. The company was fast on it’s way to becoming a Global promotion, and that wasn’t good for me. The more Caulder’s got to lose, the more he’ll do to protect it. On the other hand, it meant it was much less likely he’d pay attention to a little outfit like LAW.

In any event, I had my own problems, as I set up a meeting with Legion followed by one with Yamada.

Meeting 1 - Mike Legion

ā€œSo let me see if I’ve got this straight – I told you to win it after the flying headbutt, and you didn’t – what the hell was that about?ā€

Legion: ā€œLook, Chase, Yamada came up to me just before our match. He said he’d just talked to you, and you’d told him the finish was changed so he’d win. He said you thought he was the stronger champion. How was I supposed to know he was lying?ā€

ā€œBut… a Tiger Driver 91 off the apron? Don’t tell me you didn’t know THAT was going to happen – what were you thinking? You could have been hurt – hell, killed-ā€

Legion: ā€œNo pain, no gain, Chase. If sick bumps are what it takes to get to the top, so be it – I’m willing to pay that price.ā€

ā€œFine – you want to break your neck in the ring, that’s your business, not mine. But next time somebody tells you the finish has changed – for the love of God, come check with me!ā€

Legion: ā€œGot it, Chase. See ya later.ā€

I sighed. Well, it wasn’t Legion’s fault… but I really wish I could wring that son of a bitch Yamada’s neck. I got a chance later that day, when he came to my office for a meeting.

Meeting 2 - Shiro Yamada

Although Yamada spoke English (fluently enough for a basic conversation, anyway), he’d bought an agent/translator with him, just to look important. Everything got relayed to the agent, then to Yamada, then back to the agent, then to me, to the point where I could just about scream.

Agent: ā€œMr Yamada is a very busy man – please be brief, Mr Sumner.ā€

ā€œOh, I’ll be brief – I want to know why this little bastard set up his own finish to the match. I told him to go out there and lose the title. He agreed, then screwed me over.ā€

Agent: ā€œMr Yamada felt he knew what was best for the business. His finish was much better received by the fans. Mr Yamada is a top star, and should not be losing to the likes of Mr Legion.ā€

ā€œI don’t give a fuck what he thinks is good for the business! I tell him to lose, and he loses! Next show, that title’s coming off him!ā€

Agent: ā€œMr Yamada does not agree to this. He is the most worthy one in your company, and will not lose the title.ā€

That one threw me a bit.

ā€œWhat? WHAT? Look, that prick is losing his title whether he likes it or not, and that’s that! His contract ends next month, and he’s refusing to sign another one – do you think I’m just going to let him leave the company while he’s still the champ? That’d bury the place!ā€

The agent and Shiro conferred.

Agent: ā€œMr Yamada is very clear in his wishes – he refuses to lose to anyone on your roster. It would be very dishonourable for him to lose, especially in his last match for the company. However... for an additional payout, we might be willing to negotiate a draw finish.ā€

ā€œYou know what you can do with that extra payout? Dammit, you son of a bitch…. No, never mind. You can win. You can keep the title until you leave. Now get the fuck out of my office, and hope to God you never have to work for me again.ā€

Approaching the end of the month, I hit upon the solution.

Meeting 3 - Kurt Stryker

Kurt Stryker was getting the title shot. He was in my office as I was on the phone with Yamada’s agent trying to negotiate a way to end the match. I had on my sugar sweet negotiating voice, which would have been a sure clue to anyone who knew me that something was wrong.

ā€œSo the tables match is agreeable to Mr Yamada? Excellent. Yes, yes, the ending we agreed upon. A brainbuster off the apron, through a table on the floor. I’m sure the fans will love it. Yes, Stryker is happy to lose. Yes, make sure of that. Yes, the more fire-proof, the better. Yes, thank you. Have a nice day.ā€

I hung up the phone and turned back to Stryker.

ā€œSo, are you happy with what we agreed on?ā€

Stryker: ā€œI don’t know… I don’t want to hurt him, and it’s not very professionalā€¦ā€

ā€œTrust me, this is the way it’s got to be, for the good of the company. And don’t worry about hurting him. The mask should keep him safe as houses. Thanks for doing this, Kurt – nobody else on the roster is even willing to work with Shiro anymore. I appreciate it.ā€

I shook Stryker’s hand as he left, and prepared for the next show…
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Dreams and Nightmares

The Introduction

Frankie prepares to stand up to introduce the show, but The Lost Boyz, Azrael and Gabriel, appear and push him back to his seat and the commentary table. They take the mic and open the show.

Azrael: ā€œWe must interrupt your scheduled introduction, Frankieā€¦ā€
Gabriel: ā€œIt is time to preach to our congregation.ā€
Azrael: ā€œUndoubtedly you would normally be told about tonight’s main event, a Tables Match between Shiro Yamada and Kurt Stryker for the LAW World Title.ā€
Gabriel: ā€œThat is indeed worthy news, brother Azrael, but not as important as learning of how to redeem one’s soul.ā€
Azrael: ā€œIndeed, brother Gabriel. But rest assured, all who hear the message of the Lost Boyz will be saved. Redemption is simply a matter of following those who know the truthā€¦ā€
Gabriel: ā€œLost souls know the way… follow us. Support our ways, and all shall be as it mustā€¦ā€

I have absolutely no idea what these guys were talking about, but hey – the crowd obviously did, as they seemed to enjoy this weirdness.

O: 60%
Azrael gained overness from this segment. Gabriel gained overness from this segment.


Big Time Barry Hammond funks out to the ring

He's draped in chains with a mic in his hand.

Hammond:
ā€œYo yo yo, aye-oh! Big Time in da house!
Yo, last time we fight, Machine beat my ass,
But this time be different…uh… um… not like da last!

Lexy Machine think he bad, he thinks he’s an animal,
Well he’s gotta get beat, by one Big Time… uh… mammal!ā€


There’s a few rounds of a combination of applause, laughter, and booing.

O: 62%
Big Time Barry Hammond gained overness from this segment.


Big Time Barry Hammond vs Alexis Machine

Hammond gets a few booes for his god-awful rapping efforts prior to the match, but this match is still what a certain commentator would call ā€œbowling shoe uglyā€. Hammond controls the match more than he usually does, and shows off, bling-blinging his way around the ring with some crappy grooving. Machine makes his comeback by setting up for a Lexis-Plex, but can’t get Hammond over. He screams (giving him more power, according to ancient wrestling tradition), and hurls Hammond clear over his head with a Lexis-Plex! It drains both men, and Machine slowly crawls over onto the pin, but only gets two.

Both men pull themselves up in the corner. As the ref checks on Machine, Hammond takes one of the chains off his neck and wraps it around his fist! He punches Machine with a blistering shot from the chain, then tosses it aside before the ref sees it. Hammond covers for the 3 count. The crowd is actually pretty surprised by Hammond cheating, and give him a fairly loud round of booes as he leaves, sneering at them.

O: 58% (48, 68)
Big Time Barry Hammond lost overness from this match. Big Time Barry Hammond's turn was completed, and he is now a heel. Big Time Barry Hammond gained overness from this turn.


Ryan Wing vs Elax

Elax told me he doesn’t think enough has been done with his character, so he’s changed his ring attire a bit. It’s now bright white… with brown streaks down the side, symbolising… well, that much is obvious. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Crowd seems to think so as well, totally rejecting it. Fortunately, Wing slices through him in around 3 minutes flat, running through a few crisp high-flying moves before capping the Northern Lights Suplex to put that piece of shit away for the 3.

O: 59% (41, 77)
Elax debuted his new gimmick (Freak), it got a negative response.


Garrett Jaxx heads out for a promo

Jaxx: ā€œThe next match – my match – is a four way free for all. First pinfall ends it, which is a real shame in a way… because I know I could beat all three of my opponents, with one hand tied behind my back! Sure, that’s not showing them respect, but who cares? They don’t deserve my respect – nobody does, because nobody’s as good as I am! Let’s see who we’ve got here. Kamikaze Kid, a guy that’s scared of his own shadow. Mike Legion, a guy who’s so nuts he’d rather bleed to death than go to a hospital. And The Flying Armadillo, a deluded little man in a mask and cape! These guys are barely worth my spit, let alone my respect!ā€

O: 68%
Garrett Jaxx gained overness from this segment.


Garrett Jaxx vs Psycho Mike Legion vs The Flying Armadillo vs Kamikaze Kid

Jaxx and Legion start an immediate brawl to get us underway. Armadillo tries to get involved, but quickly gets creamed by both men. Kamikaze Kid doesn’t even try, sitting in the corner snivelling, too upset by Jaxx’s taunts to get involved. He eventually tries to get into it with a corkscrew moonsault, but misses horribly, to the total apathy of the crowd. Legion and Jaxx keep going at it, breaking off occasionally to attack the Flying Armadillo, who has yet to get any offence at all in. Jaxx knocks down Legion and tells Kamikaze to hit the 450 on him. Kamikaze leaps to obey, too intimidated to do otherwise, flying off the top with a 450! Jaxx pulls Legion out of the way! The Kid eats canvas, and Jaxx covers him for 2, but The Flying Armadillo breaks it up.

The Flying Armadillo finds himself on the receiving end of Jaxx’s full wrath, getting beaten from one end of the ring to the other. Jaxx hits a DVD, but Legion breaks up the pin. Legion tosses Jaxx aside and hits a Psycho Driver on Armadillo, only for Jaxx to break the pin again. Jaxx and Legion brawl on the floor outside, as Kamikaze ascends and flies off with a crossbody to the outside. Legion and Jaxx dodge, and Kamikaze hits the floor. Jaxx climbs back into the ring as Legion hops on the apron. Jaxx nails Legion with a dropkick, sending him out to the floor. The Flying Armadillo hauls himself up just as Jaxx turns around – and hits the Armadillonator, his first offensive move of the match! Armadillo cradles Jaxx in a tight cover, 1,2,3! The Flying Armadillo runs off celebrating while Jaxx fumes and the crowd laughs.

O: 59% (41, 78)

Doug Delicious vs Shawn Wright

Two total posers, and the crowd only supports one of them. Ah, hypocrisy. Still, Wright can actually dance, and Double D carries a pink hairbrush, so I think I can understand their choice. Double D hits Wright with the hairbrush to start the match off. Wright no-sells it, and I guess that should technically be a DQ… but c’mon, it’s a hairbrush. Wright controls most of this match, eventually hitting his Moonwalk Moonsault. He plays up to the crowd with a few dance moves as he waits for Delicious to get up, then goes for the Last Dance. Kick, Wham – and Delicious hooks the ropes! Wright crashes off the Last Dance into the mat! Delicious hauls him up, underhooks him, and hits the Double Arm DDT for the 1,2,3! Double D looks pretty happy about his upset win, telling everyone in earshot about how delicious he is.

O: 56% (38, 75)

Kurt Stryker has a pre-match promo

Stryker: ā€œIt’s good that this is a tables match. Because you see, nothing goes together like wood… and fire! You think you’re the best, Yamada – and you might well be right, you haven’t been beaten yet. But that’s only going to make it all the sweeter when I smoke you through a table and take the LAW World Title. You don’t want to underestimate me, Yamada… because when you play with fire, you get burned!ā€

O: 61%
Kurt Stryker gained overness from this segment.


Shiro Yamada vs Kurt Stryker, LAW World Title, Tables Match

Stryker goes to set up a table right off the bat, but Yamada cuts him off just to get on the bad side of the crowd. He gives them what nobody wants to see in a tables match – submission wrestling. It’s damn good wrestling, but not exactly hardcore. Yamada stretches Stryker with a few painful holds, as the ā€œU-S-Aā€ chants go up in support of Stryker. Who is German. C’mon, people – think! Stryker finally fights out of the holds, pulling himself to his feet – and he ducks behind Yamada and hits a German Suplex! He doesn’t bother to bridge, given there aren’t any pinfalls, and heads outside to set up a table on the mats. With the table up, Stryker heads back into the ring and goes up top. Missile dropkick – and Yamada pulls the ref into the way! The ref’s pretty much out of this one, as Stryker and Yamada now go to the high-flying, both cutting each other off before they have a chance to go for the table. Stryker gets the better of it, takes Yamada down, and heads out to the floor.

Stryker reaches under the ring and pulls out… oh, crap. A gas can! Stryker douses the table in gas, wipes his hands off carefully on a towel, and I tell Lenart the road agent to get the extinguisher ready. Stryker pulls out the lighter and raises it up, milking the crowd for all it’s worth. Of course, a lighter’s pretty small, so not many of them can even see it, diminishing the pop a bit. Stryker flicks the lighter on and tosses it forward – and THE TABLE IS ON FIRE!

With the ref out, Stryker heads back into the ring and drags him towards the outside. Yamada fights it, as Kurt charges at Yamada – and Yamada BACKDROPS HIM OUT OF THE RING THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE! Stryker rolls through the table, cracking it in half and catching fire in the process. My road agent is right on the spot, putting him out practically instantaneously. The crowd booes, starting up a ā€œLet em burnā€ chant. These spots would be a lot more effective if people weren’t so desensitised. Yamada celebrates that he’s ā€œwonā€, having put Stryker through the table. The ref is out, though, so it doesn’t count. I can’t believe this guy refused to job AND insisted on a false fall in his favour as well.

Stryker is basically out of this one, as he rolls around doing something on the floor. Yamada shakes the ref and tries to revive him. As the ref slowly comes to, Yamada sets up another table on the outside. He drags Stryker up onto the apron, then hangs him over the ropes and into the ring. Yamada calls for the suplex off the apron through the table to end it, and I smile. Stryker slumps over the ropes, totally out of it.Yamada grabs Stryker’s arm for the suplex – and Stryker rears up out of nowhere, and SPITS A FIREBALL RIGHT INTO YAMADA’S FACE! The crowd goes nuts, with easily their loudest reaction yet in LAW. Taken totally by surprise, Yamada recoils from the fireball and flies backwards – off the apron and through the table! The ref calls for the bell, and Kurt Stryker has won the title!

O: 67% (50, 84)

Overall Show: 61%
Match of the Night: Shiro Yamada vs Kurt Stryker
Worst Match of the Night: Double D vs Wright

I took a moment to thank Lenart, who had been right on the ball with the fire extinguisher, making sure niether Stryker nor Yamada (sadly) suffered any serious damage. I left Stryker to celebrate in the ring and went backstage... and sure enough.

It took all of three minutes before Yamada was in my office bitching at me. He was so pissed he didn’t even bother to bring his faƧade of a translator.


Yamada: ā€œThat is totally unacceptable! I demand he fired! That was reckless, dangerous, and unprofessional! I am been very upset with this! You will go out there now and tell the crowd I am screwed!ā€

In a way, his English was right on the money.

ā€œYou’re telling me about reckless and unprofessional, coming from the man who refused to job his last match in the company? You were right about one thing – you are screwed! Because I TOLD Stryker to screw you over, and I booked that finish behind your back. And as for the crowd… on behalf of them, myself, and every wrestler in this company you’ve hurt, refused to job to, and lied to, I have one short message – Go Fuck Yourself. Good day.ā€

Yamada: ā€œThis is disgraceful! I am never work for you again!ā€

ā€œWhat a loss. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.ā€

Yamada left, probably never to return. One backstage headache – gone. All in all, it’s been a good day.
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Yamada’s departure may have been good for morale and the other wrestler’s conditions, but it left me short one terrific (abiet obnoxious) worker. I offered him his unconditional release about 3 days before his contract ended, and he took it instantly. Which meant I didn’t have to fork over his final paycheque, giving me a nice bonus of $31,000 profit this month. That was all about to go the way of the dodo, though, as Sophie’s surveys had revealed that audiences wanted to see new workers. 3 more workers, specifically, which would dip hugely into our profits. I was worried about our PI, too – it was still just hanging at 25%, not flinching up or down. Sure, we were surviving, but hardly thriving. Sophie advised we increase word of mouth by making the shows a bit fancier, with production going up to 15%. As much as I wanted to drop our expensive advertising below 5%, we couldn’t do it without losing image.

ā€˜Smooth’ Tommy Suede, Heel, 48 Over – Suede was at the prime level of talent I was looking for – a great worker, good on the stick, and reasonably well known. Suede was a spot machine, but one that knew how to put a match together as well. He was also a real looker, and I would guess he’s quite a ladies man. He worked as a pretty cocky character, angering audiences by putting himself over as having had all the advantages in life. I planned to put him with a Whole Damn Show gimmick, where he’d declare himself to be the best damn thing on the show. It might well be true, but it would still annoy people. He used a Phoenix Splash, an eye-popping kind of twisting moonsault press off the top as a finisher.

Paper Bag Man, Tweener, 7 Over – One of the worst workers I had ever come across, Paper Bag Man, aka Eddie Craven, has practically no redeeming attributes. An ugly man, a downright horrible worker, and an even worse talker, this guy’s only charm was that he prided himself on being the cheapest worker on the indy scene. That happened to be exactly what I was looking for, so I hired Craven, put a paper bag with eye holes and a smiley face drawn on it over his head, and thus Paper Bag Man was born. After people have seen him wrestle, he’ll probably feel better that nobody knows who he is.

Mitch Paradise, Heel, 11 Over – Uses the Trip to Paradise, a rolling thunder style move as a finisher. This guy had a reputation for being the king of backyard feds, so no big fed would even look at him. His rep was largely undeserved, as he was simply a hard worker who was simply mediocre – average talent, and average mic skills, who was prepared to work with yardtards. His usual gimmick played off his name as he was a character seeking paradise. I had a way to play that up a bit.
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