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RCW NO-SELL THE SABBATH

SUNDAY, MAY 27, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

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Trippin' With: Kohl Brothers

The show kicks off with 341 people in the audience and the Trippin’ set placed in the ring, with the old card table from Trippin’: Season 1 replacing the desk that Matt Morgan destroyed via Mount Morgan Drop to Dave Tripps last month. Dave is in the ring with a bandage around his forehead, but still appears to be his old chipper self as the Trippin’ theme music dies down and he kicks off the show.

Tripps: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the hottest, fastest-growing show in the business today: Trippin’ With Dave Tripps, starring myself, Dave Tripps!

This gets a surprisingly rowdy response from the crowd, with the Polero clan doing their best Arsenio Hall audience impression. Dave waits for the crowd to quiet down, then continues.

Tripps: Before we begin, I’d like to send out my thanks to all those who sent in letters, pictures, postcards, flowers, and everything else to me. There were a lot of concerned viewers who asked eagerly about my status following my attack at the hands of Matt Morgan, and I would like to say that aside from a stubborn cut on my forehead that has refused to heal properly, Dave Tripps is 100% okay and ready to continue the best show going today!

Another round of applause cuts him off here, and Dave allows for it to fully die out before flipping to his next index card.

Tripps: However, there are a number of other stories to cover in Renaissance Championship Wrestling besides myself, including the emergence of tag team wrestling in Renaissance Championship Wrestling throughout 2007. And certainly a large part of that stems from the debut of the Kohl Brothers, a duo that has helped to bring the tag-team style to RCW! Here joining us tonight to discuss their time here in RCW are Keith and Kent, the Kohl Brothers!

The Kohls have their music kick up, and the brothers make their way down the aisle. They slide into the ring, then stare at the one chair sitting there waiting for them, which gets a small nervous laugh from Dave Tripps.

Tripps: Oh…heh…sorry about that, gentlemen. It wasn’t quite as obvious as the desk, but Matt Morgan broke the legs on one of the seats last month as well, so we’re a little shorthanded.

Keith and Kent look at each other, shrug, and then Kent takes a seat while Keith stands alongside him. Dave, glad to have that resolved, gives both of them handshakes and then turns to his trusty pile of index cards.

Tripps: Now gentlemen, first question: How has your time here in Renaissance Championship Wrestling been for you?

Kent: Dave, we’re not a pair of guys who like to make trouble. Generally, we’re pretty low key. But I’ve got to say, Renaissance Championship Wrestling has done an absolutely brutal job in booking us!

Keith: Yeah! And on top of that, this place is filled with absolute scumbags!

Tripps: …well, certainly not mincing any words, are we?

Keith: Dave, like we said, we’re laid-back guys. We just like to wrestle. But when we’re screwed like this again and again, it’s hard not to lash out!

Kent: Keith is absolutely right! We show up here in RCW, promote ourselves in a tag team, and get a tag match our first show. We’re here to bring tag wrestling to this company. And what happens after that?

Keith: SINGLES MATCHES!

Kent: Exactly! Singles match after singles match!

Keith: We don’t do singles! It’s pretty clear! If we see double, they’ll see trouble!

Tripps: Well, sometimes things…

Kent: And then, we finally get booked back into a tag team match! Of course, what do we end up against? A couple of little brats who don’t respect tag wrestling! Did Ian Gomes and Sean Weldon use the tag ropes? No!

Keith: Did they stay in their assigned corner? No!

Kent: Did they show respect to their opponents? No!

Keith: We came here to be part of a legitimate tag team division, not to fight a couple of losers who disrespect our profession to beat us!

Tripps: So, what is it that you’re asking for?

Kent: It’s quite simple, Dave. We want respect from the fans, the backstage management, and our fellow competitors.

Keith: We want another tag team match tonight, and we’re gonna prove that you can win the right way.

Tripps: Well gentlemen, I wish you the best of luck tonight against whoever you fight. And I feel your pain. In fact, I’m about to take on a man who wronged myself, as well as Trippin’ and all of its loyal viewers! Right here, right now, I will get revenge against Renaissance Championship Wrestling’s newest superstar – Matt Morgan, get out here! You, my friend, are in for a long, strange trip!

With that, Dave Tripps pulls his suit off awkwardly, revealing his ring clothing underneath it. As the Kohls exit the ring, the set is cleared, and Dave finishes doing his Superman impression, Matt Morgan’s music kicks up and the towering superstar makes his way down to ringside.

RATING: 55

NOTES: Keith Kohl gained overness from this segment. Kent Kohl gained overness from this segment. Dave Tripps gained overness from this segment.

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Dave Tripps vs. Matt Morgan

The match begins more evenly than expected, with Dave Tripps’ intensity helping to keep Morgan off-balance. Tripps launches himself at Morgan from all angles, flailing away and chipping at the monster’s balance. Tripps even manages to level Morgan with a dropkick, getting a cheer from the crowd. However, Dave takes a second to bask in that glow. That might work on Trippin’, but not in the ring with Matt Morgan. When Tripps turns back around, the upright giant takes Tripps to school, absolutely mashing him into the canvas again and again. Morgan doubles Tripps over, then lifts him up, spins around, and plants him into the canvas with a spinning sitout powerbomb! However, instead of covering, Morgan immediately scoops Dave Tripps back to his feet and sets him up for the Mount Morgan Drop. Morgan lifts Tripps into the air, leaves him hanging upside down for a solid three seconds, then drops him to the side and crushes him with the Mount Morgan Drop! He slides over and covers the immobile Tripps, leaving senior referee Mike Hunter with the inevitable three count: 1…………….2……………….3! Matt Morgan wins his official Renaissance Championship Wrestling debut and leaves Dave Tripps lying in the ring for the second consecutive month!

WINNER: Matt Morgan

RATING: 60

CROWD: 52

MATCH: 68

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The Champ Is Here!

With the ring empty, the crowd buzzes in anticipation before exploding as Kid Fantastic’s music hits over the PA system. Fantastic, clutching the RCW title belt in his right hand, steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way briskly down to the ring. He slides in and hops up on the turnbuckle, holding his title belt up for the fans, and basks in the ovation before hopping down and accepting a microphone from Sound Guy at ringside.

Fantastic: OK, I’m out here for one reason, and one reason only! All of my fans know what that reason is, and that reason backstage knows who he is! So John Wellington, get your ass out here right now!

The crowd murmurs as Kid Fantastic paces back and forth in the ring, waiting for John Wellington to appear at the ring entrance. However, no music plays, and Fantastic gets more fired up. As the crowd begins a “JOHN’S A CHICK-EN!” chant, Fantastic raises the microphone again.

Fantastic: I know you can hear the fans back there, Wellington! Get out here and talk to me face-to-face!

Fantastic lowers his microphone again, and this time John Wellington’s music kicks up, which sends the audience bursting into boos. John Wellington comes strutting through the curtain with a microphone in hand and his cell phone in the other hand, looking amused at the whole situation.

Wellington: Hey, Sucktastic, this better be important. I got my agent on the line. So I really don’t have the time to he here for your big coming-out party or whatever it is you’re doing out here.

Fantastic: Shut your mouth, Wellington. You’ve been pulling this shit for too long, and while I can’t say for sure, I think I know about 300 people who are sick of it!

The crowd immediately breaks out into a “FAN-TAS-TIC!” chant, which just makes Wellington smile a little bit more.

Wellington: I’m sure hearing that chant feels very good. Of course, I know what feels even better than that – me being right about you. You only won that title because I distracted Beckett long enough in that triple threat for you to sneak in, and you only retained that title because I helped you to do it!

Fantastic: You sticking your nose in my business isn’t help, Wellington!

Wellington: Call it whatever you want to, but the fact of the matter is, I am the only reason you have that title belt. I am the best wrestler in this company, and that belt will only prove it. So Fantastic, prove me wrong. Put that belt on the line in a singles match against me, and do it TONIGHT!

The crowd actually cheers a little bit for this one as Fantastic glares back at Wellington, whose face has drawn up into a tense grin.

Fantastic: Wellington, I’m the RCW champion because I’m the best there is in this company! Whooping your ass tonight is gonna be a pleasure. You want a match? YOU GOT IT!

The crowd goes nuts for the announcement, and the tense look on Wellington’s face melts into a relieved smile as he looks at Fantastic.

Wellington: I’ll be seeing you tonight, Kid. Make sure to give that belt a good shining before you come down here – I want the pictures of me winning it tonight to be absolutely perfect.

With that, Wellington walks backstage, his music playing in the background. Kid Fantastic poses with the title in the ring for a little while longer, then starts to head to the back….

RATING: 52

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Not Just Yet...

…when Chance Beckett’s music hits! Kid Fantastic stops in his tracks, and the fans take just a moment before popping for Beckett, who comes strolling down the aisle at a brisk pace. He slips into the ring and grabs a second microphone from Sound Guy before staring Kid Fantastic in the face.

Fantastic: Look, Chance, you heard me. I didn’t want Wellington out there last month, and I’m only giving him this match to get a clean shot at him.

Beckett: Look, Kid, that’s not the problem. I’m not mad at you – no one wants to be hanging around Wellington, and no one’s low enough to want his help.

This gets a big pop from the crowd, which sends a scowl across Beckett’s face.

Beckett: Hey, shut the hell up! I’m trying to impart some wisdom from my award-winning career to this guy here! The only thing you fuckers can win is a belching contest!

The crowd promptly turns back on Beckett, booing him as he turns back to Kid Fantastic.

Beckett: And fighting Wellington is fine. But you should have made it non-title so Wellington can’t screw you out of that belt. You ended up giving him exactly what he wanted.

Fantastic: I’m not afraid of John Wellington. Once I get him in that ring, he can’t hide anymore. He can’t sneak attack me. He’s got to play fair. I have nothing to be afraid of, and that World Title can be on the line.

The fans applaud Fantastic’s courage, and once again Chance Beckett turns his head toward the crowd.

Beckett: Excuse me, children, the adults are talking here!

As the crowd boos Chance, Kid Fantastic looks at him oddly. Chance turns around sees the look on his face.

Beckett: What?

Fantastic: What is that, Chance? Why do you always snap at the fans like that? They’ve been cheering for you for months now. You’ve done the right thing, you’ve helped me…these people here love you!

The fans rally behind Kid Fantastic, getting a “WE LOVE BECK-ETT!” chant going in spite of the abuse they’ve taken from him so far. Chance looks at Fantastic like he’s got three heads as the Kid continues.

Fantastic: And yet, despite the way they always cheer for you, you do everything in your power to make them boo you! They cheer, and you insult them, run them down, treat them like dirt! Why do you do it, Chance?

Beckett: Look, I’m not out here to get grilled! I came out to let you know that I wasn’t mad at you, and to try and convince you to take the title out of the equation. That was it.

Fantastic: But…

Beckett: But nothing. Good luck tonight, Kid.

With that, Beckett slides out of the ring and heads for the back. The crowd, having absolutely no idea how to react to him, lets him leave in silence as Kid Fantastic watches after him with something resembling concern drawn across his face. After a while, Beckett’s music switches over to Kid Fantastic’s, and Fantastic slides under the bottom rope and heads for the back himself, proudly displaying the RCW Title as he goes.

RATING: 55

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Role Reversal

Backstage, we cut to Francoise, George Sand, and Nick Collyer, where Francoise is stretching out in preparation for her upcoming debut match against Tizziana. As she stretches out her legs against the wall, Sand is pacing back and forth nervously while Nick Collyer hangs in the back, clearly trying to remain quiet.

Francoise: George, can you help me stretch out my quads?

George completely ignores her request, instead continuing to pace back and forth nervously.

Francoise: George! Did you hear me?

Finally, George snaps back to reality and turns to face his girlfriend.

Sand: Look – I don’t want you to fight.

Francoise: EXCUSE me?

Sand: This isn’t your battle! This is between me and Adam Flash! Tizziana’s just doing this to help Adam Flash get under my belt.

Francoise: Look, Tizziana wants a piece of me, and she’s going to get it tonight!

Sand: But what if you get hurt? I don’t want to take that chance. You can’t fight tonight!

Francoise: …look, George, I know EXACTLY how you feel! I was terrified every time you went out to that ring! I almost left you because of it! But in the end, I trusted you, George! I knew that you wouldn’t go out there and get hurt!

Sand: But I was trained to fight! You haven’t been in a fight since sixth grade!

Francoise: And Tizziana probably hasn’t been either! Besides, I destroyed Jessica Portnoy. Nick, you’ll think I’ll be OK, right?

Nick looks up as both people lay their eyes upon him, waiting quite intently on his answer. Nick glances nervously back and forth between the two before finally stammering out his answer.

Collyer: Um…well…..yeah, with us there, I’m sure you’ll be cool.

Francoise: SEE?

George just shakes his head, then walks over and helps Francoise to begin stretching her legs back. Nick, looking a little uncomfortable, looks over to George.

Collyer: Hey, George, I’m gonna go grab a drink. I’ll be back in a few, OK?

Sand: Yeah, sure – no problem, Nick. Grab me a Gatorade while you’re up, would you?

Collyer: OK.

As Nick wanders off, George turns his attention back to Francoise.

Sand: I certainly hope you’re right…just remember to be careful out there, and always…oh, hi Ian.

George, noticing Ian Gomes walking by with Sean Weldon in tow, waves the duo over to the group. As Ian Gomes stalks over, Sean Weldon looks over his shoulder at Francoise, who continues to stretch. As she finishes, she turns and sees Sean standing there. She freezes up, clearly caught off-guard, but remains silent as Ian approaches George and gives him a solid handshake.

Sand: Ian, I saw you got that first win of yours last month with Sean there. Congrats on the win…sounded like it was a little dirty though, wasn’t it?

Gomes: Oh, the Kohls are a couple of pissy little wankers who were sore about getting beat. But thank you for the thought – it felt quite good to finally get that first win under the belt, y’know?

Sand: Of course – congratulations to both of you.

Gomes: And good luck to you tonight, Francoise. Show that cunt what you’re made of!

Francoise gives a smile and a nod to Ian, but her attention is still clearly attached to Sean, who tries to look away from her as much as possible.

Gomes: I’ve got to get along – let’s go, Sean. Good luck again, mate!

With that, Ian and Sean go wandering away as Francoise just stares after Sean Weldon, looking stunned at his appearance in RCW.

RATING: 55

NOTES: Francoise gained overness from this segment.

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Adam Flash & Katsushi Takemura vs. The Kohl Brothers

The Kohl Brothers are out first, making their second appearance of the night as they head down to ringside. They get a small face reaction from the fans, but the crowd is largely silent for them. That certainly isn’t the case when Adam Flash’s music kicks in, signaling the arrival of Adam Flash and “The Silent Assassin” Katsushi Takemura. The crowd boos them as they make their way down to the ring sans Tizziana, presumably preparing for her match. The match starts out quickly, with Keith Kohl and Katsushi Takemura showing off their speed. However, Takemura manages to ground Keith and locks him into a Fujiwara armbar early on, greatly slowing the pace of the match down. Adam Flash feints an entrance to the ring, sending Kent Kohl into a tizzy on the apron. As the referee goes over to keep Kent from entering, Adam Flash enters and lays a series of boots into the chest of Keith Kohl.

Eventually, Takemura releases the hold and tags in Adam Flash, who keeps Keith Kohl grounded on the mat. Flash hits a running elbow to the downed Keith, then scoops him up and plants him with an atomic drop before leveling him once again with a clothesline. Flash tags Takemura back in, who tosses Keith into the corner and lays a series of knife-edge chops across the reddening chest of Keith Kohl. Takemura pulls him out and whips him against the ropes, but Keith reverses the whip and plants Takemura with a powerslam in the center of the ring! Keith crawls towards his corner, looking to tag in his anxious brother Kent. He crawls – then slaps the hand, drawing a pop from the crowd! Kent Kohl barrels into the ring….and is immediately stopped in his tracks by Frank Stool, who forces him back into the corner! Adam Flash, who had occupied Stool in the corner, gives Kent a wave as Takemura nails a brutal lariat to the back of Keith Kohl, then tags in Adam Flash. Takemura scoops Keith up off the mat and lifts him up, delivering a brainbuster squarely in the middle of the ring! As he rolls to the outside, Adam Flash comes leaping off the top rope with the Last Call! He hooks the leg of Keith Kohl: 1…………………..2…………………3! Adam Flash and Katsushi Takemura have stolen a win from the Kohl Brothers, who look none too happy about the result!

WINNERS: Adam Flash & Katsushi Takemura

RATING: 68

CROWD: 52

MATCH: 85

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Tizziana vs. Francoise

No one was expecting a technical masterpiece with this one, but the crowd was definitely ready to go. I hadn’t heard Earl and his boys that loud since Wellington kept picking on the bingo hall. Tizziana was the first one out, and her outfit was exactly what the people weren’t looking for – full-length pants, a baggy t-shirt, and hair pulled back into a ponytail. The fans immediately booed her for this, which led to some all-too-audible screams of “GET A GIRLFRIEND, YOU SLOBS!” from Tizziana, who had Adam Flash and Katsushi Takemura waiting for her at ringside. Francoise, while not completely slutted out, gave the fans a little more of what they wanted to see. She was wearing a pair of bike-style shorts and a sports bra, probably her workout clothes, and the fans gave her more than a few hollers as she slid into the ring, surrounded by George Sand and Nick Collyer. Referee Frank Stool didn’t seem particularly happy with the four men at ringside, but he shooed them all out of the ring to get the match underway.

It started as all good women’s matches should: A showdown in the ring center, followed by a vicious slap from Tizziana straight into Francoise’s face. As Nick Collyer restrains George Sand at ringside, Francoise takes Tizziana to the ground with a sloppy tackle. The two roll around for a while with a lot of pulling and screaming, much to the delight of the crowd. Francoise manages to tear Tizziana’s hear out of its ponytail, and her mop of poorly-dyed blond hair comes tumbling down. Eventually, Francoise picks Tizziana up and whips her towards the ropes. Tizziana bounces back and Francoise goes for a chop, but Tizziana lunges out of the way before hitting a forearm to the face, taking Francoise down! Tizziana gets behind Francoise and goes for another round of hair-pulling, getting boos from the crowd. Francoise finally gets dumped on the mat, and Tizziana gives a mock curtsy to the crowd for yet another round of boos. Tizziana picks Francoise up and sets her up for a DDT, but Francoise pushes her away before knocking her down! Francoise tries to celebrate, but Adam Flash reaches into the ring and trips her, knocking her down! George Sand has had enough and immediately slides into the ring, sprints at full speed, and takes Flash out with a suicide dive through the ropes. Collyer and Takemura spring into action, which spills into the ring, forcing Frank Stool to throw the match out. Eventually, RCW security comes sprinting down the ramp and separates the two sides, but not without a lot of noise coming from both sides. As Sand snaps at Flash across the ring, Nick Collyer pulls Francoise away from the fray, holding her behind him to separate her from the melee. Finally, Flash’s gang is forced from the ring and sent to the back.

WINNER: No Contest (via interference)

RATING: 37

CROWD: 45

MATCH: 20

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As The Brawl Wraps Up...

Backstage, the camera finds Ian Gomes and Sean Weldon watching the brawl being broken up over our one monitor (which Sound Guy found on a street corner). Gomes turns away, leaving Weldon alone to watch the brawl. After a few moments, he wanders over to Ian, looking disheartened.

Weldon: Look at that war going on out there – and of course, George Sand standing up for his woman. It’s a disgrace.

Gomes: Patience, Sean. Patience.

Weldon: What are we waiting for anyways? I thought you wanted to destroy this guy, didn’t you? They’re tired now! Let’s go out there and take them down!

Gomes: Sean, you must trust me here. Our greatest strength is George Sand’s unawareness of our true plan.

Weldon: Fine, fine. So what IS our true plan?

Gomes: It has already begun in proper, Sean. During the brawl, did you see what I saw?

Weldon: Um…yeah, probably. We were watching the same TV, weren’t we?

Gomes: Did you happen to see Francoise’s protector at the end was not, in fact, her beau George Sand, but rather his insufferable rookie 'lieutenant', Nick Collyer

Weldon: Yeah….yeah, he was. So?

Gomes: So, Sean, that will be enough. With as little a web as this, I will ensnare as great a fly as Collyer.

Weldon: Wait – that’s your plan? Have Nick Collyer protect Francoise instead of Sand?

Gomes: Not quite, Sean. You see, you desire for Francoise to leave the romantic embrace of her current lover, George Sand. Very nature will instruct her in it and compel her to some second choice.

Weldon: Exactly – that’s when I step in and scoop up the leftovers.

Gomes: Ah, but Sean, you are forgetting but one important player. Who stands so eminently in the degree of this fortune as Collyer does?

Weldon: What?

Gomes: Sean, what I am saying is that when Francoise leaves George, which she will, she will immediately seek refuge in the arms of another man….and who is more convenient than the man who serves alongside her, Nick Collyer?

Weldon: You believe that Collyer loves Francoise?

Gomes: That Collyer loves her, I do believe it.

Weldon: So how am I supposed to get with Francoise then if she’s just going to run off with Collyer?

Gomes: With Collyer in place, there is no way for you to succeed. The devilish knave is handsome, young, and has all those requisites in him that folly and green minds look after.

Weldon: But….if we got rid of Collyer…

Gomes: If the knave were to be eliminated…then yes, perhaps Francoise could remove herself to your waiting arms.

Weldon: So how do we do that, Ian?

Gomes: You leave that plan to me, Sean. I will have my revenge on George Sand, and you will have what you seek as well.

RATING: 58

NOTES: Ian Gomes debuted his new gimmick (Man On A Mission), it got a positive response. Sean Weldon gained overness from this segment. Ian Gomes gained overness from this segment.

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RCW WORLD TITLE MATCH

Kid Fantastic vs. John Wellington

As we cut back to the ring, it’s main event time. John Wellington, the challenger, makes his way down first, looking far more focused than he generally does. When Kid Fantastic’s music hits, the crowd erupts, but Wellington simply zones in on the title belt wrapped tightly around Kid Fantastic’s waist. The champion takes a few moments to play to the crowd before jogging down the ramp and sliding into the ring. He grudgingly unwraps the RCW Title from around his waist and hands it to senior referee Mike Hunter, who hands it to Jack, working as a ringside attendant. The bell rings, and the match gets underway with the crowd raucously supporting Kid Fantastic.

Both men pace around each other, and Fantastic strikes first with a flurry of quick punches that send Wellington stepping back. Fantastic stays on the offensive, going for a whip and hiptossing Wellington to the ground. John pops right back up, dodges a forearm, and grabs Fantastic by the forearm. He wrenches the arm, then pulls him back into a stiff lariat. Wellington doesn’t let go and pulls Fantastic up before hitting a second lariat that deposits Fantastic in a heap on the canvas. Wellington jeers the crowd, who jeer him right back, which only seems to pump Wellington up. Wellington throws Fantastic into a corner and slams a few strikes into him, but Fantastic dodges out and trades places with Wellington. Fantastic hits a big spinning wheel kick which dazes Wellington, giving Fantastic a chance to climb to the second rope and start hammering punches into the head of Wellington. The crowd chants along with Fantastic’s punches – “SIX!” “SEVEN!” “EIGHT!” However, before he reaches “NINE!,” Wellington grabs Fantastic around the waist, charges forward, and absolutely SMASHES~! him into the canvas with a running spinebuster! Wellington makes the cover: 1…………………..2…………………….no! Kid Fantastic manages to escape the pin, but not with much time left!

Wellington takes control of the match at this point. He hits a sheer angle backdrop on Fantastic, leading to another pinfall attempt: 1………………..2………….and no, Kid Fantastic manages to kick out once again. Wellington scoops Fantastic off the canvas and picks him up onto his shoulders, as if going for a Death Valley Driver. Instead, Wellington pushes Fantastic forward, bouncing his rib cage straight off his outstretched knee! The wind goes rushing out of the Kid’s lungs, and Wellington covers again: 1……………..2…………………..no! Kid Fantastic kicks out! However, he’s clearly out of breath at this point, giving Wellington a moment to further taunt the downed champion. Wellington whips Fantastic off the ropes and tosses him up in the air, leaving him to fall face-first to the canvas. However, Kid Fantastic reaches out his arm and hooks Wellington’s head as he falls, turning the move into a huge DDT! Fantastic crawls over with the cheering crowd roaring behind him, rolls Wellington onto his back, and makes the cover: 1……………………2……………………..NO! Wellington kicks out at 2 and nine-tenths, keeping the match going!

John Wellington crawls into the corner trying to regroup. However, the reenergized Kid Fantastic is up on his feet and sprints towards the corner, then drops down and hits a baseball slide dropkick straight into the face of Wellington! Wellington’s head snaps back into the turnbuckle, then slumps forward. As Wellington lies in the corner on the mat, Kid Fantastic signals for the Putdown, then heads to the top rope, looking to end it. Fantastic readies himself, but Wellington manages to throw himself into the ropes, crotching Kid Fantastic on top of the turnbuckles! The (overwhelmingly) male portion of the crowd gives the obligatory groan as Wellington staggers into the corner. He climbs up the ropes, hooks Kid Fantastic, then sends the champion crashing back to earth with a superplex! He crawls over and makes the cover: 1…………………2………………….NO! Kid Fantastic somehow kicks out once again, and the match continues!

Wellington looks ready to end the match, and signals that he’s going for the E. Coli Driver as he picks up Kid Fantastic. He doubles the champion over and tries to scoop him up – but Kid Fantastic blocks it. Wellington tries again, but instead gets dumped over the back of Kid Fantastic, who fights his way out of the move! Fantastic bounces off the ropes and hits a running knee drop to Wellington, then plays to the crowd momentarily. The roars of the crowd get Fantastic pumped up, and he picks Wellington up before nailing a Northern Lights Suplex! Instead of going for the pin, Fantastic heads to the top rope again, looking to nail the Putdown and put an end to the match! He heads up top, readies himself, then launches himself off the top turnbuckle – AND MISSES! He crashes into the mat as Wellington was able to roll out of the way at the last moment!

Both men start to stagger to their feet, neither one appearing to have an advantage. As they force themselves up to their feet at roughly the same time, a huge “KID FAN-TAS-TIC!” chant has risen up through the Earl Polero Bingo Hall, trying to rally the champion on. Both men lunge at each other and lock up, with Fantastic managing to overpower the larger Wellington. Wellington flies up off the mat with a lariat, but Fantastic dodges it before rolling Wellington up from behind with a school boy! Referee Mike Hunter drops into position, but as he drops into position, Wellington manages to swing his arm up straight into Kid Fantastic’s groin! The shot weakens Fantastic’s hold on Wellington, who reverses the pin into a small package! Mike Hunter, already in position, makes the count: 1………………………….2……………………………….3!

The bell rings, and the crowd erupts into boos as John Wellington drops his hold on Kid Fantastic, who had started to struggle as the count reached three. A few empty drink containers (and one half-full container) pelt the ring as referee Mike Hunter takes the title belt from Jack at ringside and hands it to John Wellington, who starts jumping around the ring with it as Kid Fantastic forces himself to his knees, looking distraught at the result. As the show comes to an end, John Wellington is standing atop the second turnbuckle, holding the belt aloft for the crowd to angrily glare at, and Kid Fantastic has no choice but to watch his belt in the hands of another.

WINNER and NEW RCW WORLD CHAMPION: John Wellington

RATING: 65

CROWD: 52

MATCH: 78

NOTES: The RCW World title has gained in image.

OVERALL: 57

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JUNE 19, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL

It was an absolutely ugly day to have to be outside – the ten minute walk over to Earl’s had been one of the worst walks I’d had during my 15 months living in the city. It had to be 95 degrees and insanely humid. No one really gives the Northeast its due for pure unbearable heat – the City turned into a sauna every summer. I’d take Vegas and its 110-degree dry heat over this shit any day of the week. Thankfully, I knew that Earl hated the heat as much as I did. The bingo hall would be a nice icy refuge.

As I walked in the front door, I mulled over what to say to Earl. Over the past few months, since our move to regional size, I had been toying with the idea of moving our shows around the area. I mean, we were calling ourselves a ‘regional’ company, right? It seemed like it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try and move the shows to a couple of other venues in the area. Jersey was a great place to promote shows, and I was also interested in trying to bring a show out in the White Plains area. It wasn’t quite as wrestling-friendly, but I thought it would be a totally new audience we could try and hook on the product. Jack had been doing a lot of the foot work on this one – as he finished up his senior year, he had been polling some people around the school to find out if they’d be interested in this sort of thing. Maybe he’d take some marketing courses in the fall when he starts up at Fordham – an upset winner over NYU in the Jack Hawkins College Sweepstakes Spectacular.

I wish Jack had been here for the conversation, though. With Jack putting so much of his force into the movement, I would have liked to have his numbers and facts on hand when I faced Earl. This was the one reason I was really dreading the idea of moving around a bit – Earl would be devastated. He loved RCW almost as much as I did. Ever since he had volunteered the use of the Earl Polero Bingo Hall for RCW use, he had taken it under his wing (at least in his own eyes). He had let us set up a merchandise stand in the bingo hall to run whenever the hall was opened. Merchandise duty was included in the contracts the talent signed, so each guy on the roster spent one day a month hawking t-shirts and cheaply burned DVD’s, courtesy of Sound Guy. Some guys were more enthusiastic about the merchandising than others – George Sand in particular loved it. It didn’t hurt that his merchandise, which was designed by Francoise, had consistently outsold the rest of the federation combined. Besides the merchandise stand, Earl had made some upgrades to one of his storage rooms and turned it into a legitimate locker room for the guys. He had given them free concessions, and would point them out if any of the guys showed up on the bingo nights to promote RCW. Not exactly the right audience to promote it to, but any new fans were welcome to us.

As I looked around a corner, I saw Earl slicing open the top of a gaggle of freshly-arrived boxes from UPS. I came up behind him, but he heard the footsteps coming from behind and got the jump on me!

Earl: Bruce! There ya are, you son of a bitch! How’s it going, partner!

That was another thing – Earl had been calling me ‘partner’ a lot lately. At first, I had written it off, figuring he had seen a Clint Eastwood movie the other night or something. However, he kept calling me that. I was afraid that he actually thought we were partners in this thing by now.

Me: Oh – hey, Earl. Just the man I was looking for.

Earl: What ya doing down here today? I don’t see ya in here on Tuesdays too much!

Me: Just…um…checking in on my favorite real estate mogul! How’s – how’s business going here?

Earl: Aw, things are going great, partner! Bruce, you wouldn’t believe how good turnout was last night for the Our Lady of Guadalupe Bingo Showdown! That entire parish must have been here! Packed to the gills! I think your boys last night made some sales too – we musta plugged the merchandise about a dozen times last night!

Me: Thanks Earl – you know how much I appreciate that.

Earl: So, what is it you’re looking for down here anyways?

Earl had finished opening the boxes, which contained curtains or something, and had turned to face me, looking surprisingly interested in whatever it was that I had to say. With a nervous swallow, I looked Earl in the eye and began.

Me: Well, Earl, you can see how well RCW’s been doing recently, right?

Earl: Hell yeah, I can! You guys keep drawing more and more people – it’s starting to fill up pretty nice in here! I keep advertising you guys – I figure that’s gotta be a big part of it, right?

Me: Oh – yeah, totally. We couldn’t be doing it without you, Earl.

Earl beamed at the compliment, and my stomach became a little tighter as I continued to lay the groundwork.

Me: And you remember me talking about how we were expanding our influence out, right? How we were promoting ourselves as a regional promotion now, trying to get our name out into the greater NYC area.

Earl: Yeah, totally. I think you had a couple a kid from Greenwich down here last month at the show – ya could tell they weren’t from Brooklyn., that’s for sure.

Me: Yeah – we’re doing pretty well at that. But you know, we think that letting…um….letting the people see the product for themselves, y’know, that’s the best way to make new fans, right?

Earl: Totally. No one that comes here with me ain’t forgotten about this place – they all wanna know Sand this and Fantastic that and Twiggy and all that junk.

Me: Right, right – so Jack and I were going over the plans of how to really expand that presence, and we were…we….um…we were thinking that….

Earl: What is it, Brucey? Spit it out there, or I’ll have to give ya that Hindluck maneuver!

Earl, in his interest, had the boxcutter he had been using to open the UPS packages still clenched in his right hand. He had the right hand raised unconsciously, but my mind wasn’t quite listening to that detail as the small sharp blade glinted in my eye.

Me: Well – Earl, we…we wanted to do some of our show in other places.

Earl took a second to process the information, slumping downwards as he figured out what I was saying.

Earl: So…no more shows here?

Me: No! Nonono! Not that at all, Earl!

Earl: But you think that my place isn’t good enough for you anymore, huh?

Me: NO! Earl, that’s not it! We still want the Earl Polero Bingo Hall to be the official home of Renaissance Championship Wrestling! Your place is always gonna be home!

Earl: So – so what are ya saying, then? You’re NOT leaving?

Me: Not permanently, no.

Earl: But temporarily?

Me: Jack and I, we thought…well, we thought it’d be a good idea to take a couple of the shows we have left in 2007 around. I wanted to do one show down in North Jersey, and another one up in White Plains or something.

Earl: Bruce – well, partner, ya gotta do what ya gotta do, right? But ya know that I love to watch those shows your boys put on.

Me: Whenever we don’t do a show here, you and the Polero family are welcome to come to the show. As long as I’m in charge of this company, no Polero is ever gonna pay for a ticket.

Earl looks at me for a second, looking like he can’t quite decide something before scrunching up his face and looking at me.

Earl: Bruce, that – that means a lot ta me, OK? But, uh – when are ya gonna start doing this?

Me: Not for a while, Earl. Not this summer, at least. Probably in the fall.

Earl: Well – uh, I guess that’s what ya gotta do.

Me: Oh, Earl – I know we give you a lot of business with the concessions and stuff. So I had a couple of ideas. First, I want to pay you for any loss you take in concessions.

Earl: Oh, no – I can’t take yer money, Bruce.

Me: I know – you haven’t taken a dime from me yet. But you’re gonna take that when it’s time. And secondly, I know you like having wrestling around here. Well, I got a little something for you. There’s a wrestling company that runs up in New England, a group of guys named Chaotic Wrestling. Well, they were looking to do a few shows down here in New York City, and one of their guys got in contact with me looking for a place to do their shows. I gave them the only name I know would work well – yours. I’m sure you’ll hear from them soon.

Earl: Well – I really do appreciate what ya did for me, Bruce.

Me: Don’t mention it. You’re still the home of RCW, Earl, and if you get CW in here too, you’re gonna become THE place for wrestling in New York City. Someday, the Earl Polero Bingo Hall is gonna be the next Hammerstein Ballroom, or New Alhambra.

Earl: Thanks, Bruce. Hey, I gotta get these curtains set up – but I’ll talk to ya later this week, get some last details for Code Red set up, OK?

Me: Yeah Earl, no problem. I’ll talk to you then.

As I left the building, and the heat hit me like a tidal wave, I actually breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god that those CW guys had called a couple of days before – that had really helped to soften the blow, I think. I eyed a Starbucks across the street, thinking about snagging an iced coffee. Of course, Hank’s was just around the corner – maybe I’d stop by there instead.

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Not much in the news department this month, but here’s what little we had:

Just like HWA before it, Ring of Honor took the plunge from National to Cult level. Tough fall to take, but Ring of Honor did an excellent job handling it. To counter, they signed themselves some impressive new indy talent (the guys who wouldn’t give my dump a second look) while cutting some staff. If they played their cards right, the new guys would get them back to National to stay.

• I had been remarkably lucky with my talent so far – with the exception of Kurt Lauderdale, I really hadn’t had any steals from RCW. However, I kept a nervous eye on the transactions that Sophie sent to my inbox most days. Last week, I almost had a heart attack when one name in particular headed the list: Adam Flash. As I scrolled down, I noticed he had just signed an open contract with a company extremely close to us in position – NWA: Old School Rulez, or NWAOSR (which is not at ALL overly long and clumsy). I talked to Adam, and he said that he had no problem working for both of us, and didn’t see anything that would end our relationship. Thank god.

• But, like Ring of Honor knows, and as I was starting to learn, new talent was the lifeblood of the industry. You just couldn’t sit on the guys you have, because eventually the guys higher up the ladder were going to snap them up. And, additionally, Sophie kept telling me that RCW needed to increase its roster size to prevent us from looking too ‘unprofessional’. It was getting harder and harder to fit everyone and their angles onto the show – it was going to be important for us to get a television deal soon to solve that problem (which would just create a host of contract problems). But for now, we had a pair of new signees for RCW:

Danny Dallas (47 Over) – Dallas was getting brought in based on for a few reasons. He was 29, which had him as one of our oldest workers. The veteran influence couldn’t hurt. In addition, he had great charisma, which you can never have enough of. He was a pretty solid worker, and I thought he had some potential.

Charly Manson (40 Over) – One thing that RCW was lacking, at least in my opinion, were lower-order heels. Most of our heels were towards the top of the card, and adding a few guys to work the lower half of the show would be valuable. Manson, who plays a Gothic gimmick, would be an excellent fit for that role.

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OFFICIAL~! PREVIEW FOR RCW CODE RED

SOMETHING OLD…

Kid Fantastic, who won the RCW World Title in February, found himself on the wrong end of a title match at No-Sell The Sabbath! His loss sent the RCW title belt packing, and the former champ surely isn’t happy about it! Fantastic will be at RCW Code Red, and surely has action on the mind! What will Fantastic do when he faces the new champion!

…SOMETHING NEW…

Last month at RCW No-Sell The Sabbath, John Wellington completed his long-desired quest for the RCW Title, pinning Kid Fantastic to win the belt! However, as it usually goes with John Wellington, the victory was not without controversy – he hit a low blow on the champion to enable the pin! What will Wellington have to say to kick off his reign?

…SOMETHING BORROWED…

Last month, RCW borrowed heavily from the Jerry Springer playbook, with a catfight between Francoise and Tizziana turning into an all-out six person brawl including George Sand, Nick Collyer, Adam Flash, and Katsushi Takemura! The brawl surely hasn’t settled things in the ongoing war between the two sides – will we finally reach a resolution tonight, or will the battles wage on once again?

…AND SOMETHING BLUE…

The Kohl Brothers were certainly blue after their second straight tag loss due to opponents cheating. Tonight, they get a rematch against the Goldon Boys – Ian Gomes and Sean Weldon! Also, Matt Morgan will be in action against two longtime RCW veterans, Simon Sanders and Sweatsuit Steve, in a handicap match! Can their numbers overwhelm the new RCW giant? This and much, much more is in store for you at RCW Code Red! Buy your tickets now – the best seats are going fast!

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

SUNDAY, JUNE 24, 2007

RCW CODE RED!

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RCW CODE RED

SUNDAY, JUNE 24, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

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Danny Dallas vs. Charly Manson

Before the show officially got underway, I scheduled a quick dark match for the 358 paying customers between RCW’s two new signees – Danny Dallas and Charly Manson. I hadn’t had a chance to see either of them work before, so I was excited to see what they were capable of. Their hirings had come after rumblings regarding their potential had come along the grapevine. Hiring guys sight-unseen was an unfortunate reality for me, but it had been going pretty well so far. Manson was the first one out, and he certainly lived up to his Gothic gimmick. Freaky entrance music, all black clothing, eyeliner, the whole nine yards. The crowd looked on with confusion more than hatred, but hopefully that would come with time. Next up was Danny Dallas. Dallas didn’t get much more of a reaction than Manson did, but I saw something in him as he strode down to the ring – he reminded me of a young Hacksaw Jim Duggan. He had that commanding presence in the ring, the one that made everyone want to look at him. The match was pretty solid, considering that they had never worked together before, and had just met four hours ago. Manson showed off some pretty impressive speed, even if it was pretty formulaic – he’d land a big strike, then try and follow up with a somewhat-risky aerial move. Dallas was able to escape enough of those moves to stay on his feet though, and made his big comeback. The Duggan comparison came roaring back to me when Dallas landed a series of rights, screamed out “HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!”, then landed a big discus clothesline to lay out Manson. He followed it up by scooping up Manson and planting him with a Michinoku Driver that he calls the Double D (a nice little pun), and holds on for the pin as Mike Hunter drops into position: 1……………………….2………………………3! Danny Dallas wins his debut, and gets a nice little pop from the crowd as he celebrates, giving the crowd another “HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!” as he stands on the turnbuckles, arms outstretched.

WINNER: Danny Dallas

RATING: 57

CROWD: 42

MATCH: 73

NOTES: Danny Dallas debuted his new gimmick (Fun Babyface), it got a positive response.

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New Champ In The House!

With the debut match out of the way, it was time to kick off the show with what people had come to see: The new RCW World Champion! As John Wellington’s theme music kicked up, the crowd turned it up as well, booing for all they were worth. As Wellington stepped out, he didn’t seem too bothered by the boos – he couldn’t take his goo-goo eyes off the RCW World Title belt strapped around his right shoulder. Wellington walks down to the ring, looking away from his title only to step into the ring, and stands in the middle of the ring waiting for a microphone. Sound Guy, who has it at the side of the ring, sighs and slides into the ring to hand the microphone to Wellington personally, who responds with a slight nod of the head to dismiss SG. Wellington celebrates with the belt a little longer, then turns to face the crowd with a giant smile on his face.

Wellington: Now, I know what you’re all thinking: ‘John, how and when can we apologize to you?’ Well, I’ll be setting up a line backstage after this show, giving each and every RCW fan the opportunity to walk up to me, shake my head while deferring their gaze, and say, ‘John, you were right about Kid Sucktastic, and I was wrong. Thank you for showing me the light, and giving Renaissance Championship Wrestling a champion I can be proud of!’

The crowd, hearing this, absolutely loses it and hurls every epithet they can at Wellington, as well as a soda or two. Wellington ignores it, as he normally does, and just continues.

Wellington: Now, I do have to warn all you fans that you may not be given the opportunity to give me this apology. As you can see, I have my cell phone…

…which he pulls out of his pocket to show off to the crowd…

Wellington: …with me at all times. Now that I have proven exactly how good I am, and have the gold star of approval that is the RCW World Title, I’m expecting a call from WWE and TNA hiring agents any minute now! So when I get that call, that will be the end of the backstage apology spectacular. As soon as I can work out a contract that benefits a man of my stature, I’ll be out of here, Roadrunner style.

The crowd continues their hatred towards Wellington, who continues with his indifference towards the crowd.

Wellington: However – I think that it’s very important that I continue to defend my Renaissance Championship Wrestling title. I want the WWE to look at me, and see that despite having punched my ticket out of here, I continue to give the regular schmoes a chance to reach for greatness before settling back into their pit of mediocrity! So therefore, there will be an RCW World Title match TONIGHT!

The crowd actually pops a little bit for this, but then EXPLODES~! as Kid Fantastic’s music hits over the speaker system! Wellington looks annoyed as Fantastic steps out from behind the curtain, microphone already in hand.

Fantastic: Great. Wellington, when I get my rematch tonight, I’m going to show you exactly, and I mean EXACTLY, what I think of you! I will leave that ring with the RCW Title, come hell or high water!

Wellington looks at Kid Fantastic for a moment, then bursts into laughter as Fantastic stares at him, looking annoyed and confused at Wellington’s display in the ring. Wellington finally manages to compose himself, then looks up and responds:

Wellington: ….oh, Suckboy, you never cease to amuse me. You….fighting me tonight….oh, that’s a good one! Really, I like it!

The crowd, sensing what’s coming, begins to boo as Fantastic begins to turn red on the outside.

Wellington: You see, Kid, last time I checked, you couldn’t cut it without me helping you. Last month, me pinning you one on one only proved that. Therefore, I don’t see any reason you deserve a title match tonight.

The crowd’s boos are deafening, but Fantastic’s voice manages to cut through them.

Fantastic: What about my rematch, Wellington? I get a rematch for the title!

Wellington: Ah, Fantastic, that’s where you’re wrong. If you read your contract as thoroughly as I did, making sure I’d be free to leave for, well, anywhere else at a moment’s notice, you would see that the rematch clause does not exist anywhere in that contract! Now, some saps might give rematches, like, oh, you. However, I am not you, and I am not Chance Beckett, as you can see by the title wrapped around my waist, and not around yours. So no, you will not be given a free rematch this evening.

Fantastic: Wellington, I’m going to….

Wellington: Hold your horses, Fantastic. Now, I did promise a World Title match tonight, and I can guarantee that no one in this building will be disappointed with my opponent. And to pacify those who think that the Sucktastic One deserves a chance to face me AGAIN with the title on the line, I will give you your chance. Tonight, we will see Kid Fantastic taking on his little friend and butt buddy, Chance Beckett! The winner will receive a title match at my discretion!

Fantastic: Well, Wellington, I….

But that’s as far as Fantastic can get as Chance Beckett’s music hits over the speakers! Fantastic turns around and sees Beckett come walking down the aisle to a huge pop to meet Kid Fantastic at the ring apron.

Beckett: First off, shove it, idiots!

Fantastic merely shakes his head as the fans turn to booing Beckett, whose attention is now focused on Wellington.

Beckett: Wellington, if that’s what you want, that’s what you’re going to get! That title belt should be around MY waist, not yours! Without you sticking your nose into my rematch, I’d be the one wearing that title belt today!

Wellington: Did you hear that, Fantastic? Beckett doesn’t think you could have beaten him!

Fantastic: Shut up, Wellington! Don’t try and turn us against each other! You screwed both of us out of our titles, and tonight one of us is gonna earn a chance to get it back!

Wellington: Well, clearly you’re too smart for me, O Suckboy. But I guess…

Suddenly, all three men look up as music begins to blare over the PA system – Adam Flash’s music! The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as Flash, being flanked by Tizziana and Katsushi Takemura, makes his way out from behind the curtain and struts out into the entrance, setting up about halfway between the entrance and the ring.

Flash: Boo-freakin-hoo! You people are out here whining about losing your titles from around your waist due to a little interference, or some cheating! You want to hear what’s a REAL screwjob! Imagine you’re in a triple threat match for the title after being repeatedly denied your one-on-one title shot, and you aren’t involved in the pinfall! Mr. Wellington, I think you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about, correct? That is precisely what happened to you in a triple threat match against Kid Fantastic and Chance Beckett!

Wellington nods from inside the ring as Fantastic and Chance look at him, confused.

Flash: Now imagine that instead of being able to get a title shot a couple of months later, you instead are banned from competing for the RCW Title for six months! I would imagine you’d be a little pissed off!

Wellington: Adam, I assume I would have been yes.

Flash: Well, as it so happens, six months were up last month at No-Sell The Sabbath. Now last month I had to attend to my beautiful woman here, but tonight, my eye is back on the prize! John, if you’re going to have a #1 Contender’s match, I should be in it!

Tizziana: He better be in it! Adam Flash is the best wrestler in this company, and any little cockbag who doesn’t see it should pull their heads out of their ass and try to…

Flash: Whoa, whoa….calm down, honey. So, Wellington, whaddaya say?

Wellington:

Of course, before Wellington can register a verdict, ANOTHER theme song kicks up – this one belonging to George Sand! The crowd cheers as Sand, accompanied by Francoise and Nick Collyer, steps out and sets up shop directly in front of the curtain. The three stare down Flash, Tizziana, and Takemura, but the staredown is interrupted by a pissed-off John Wellington in the ring.

Wellington: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? THIS IS NOT SANTA’S WORKSHOP, THIS IS NOT THE MAKE-A-WISH FOUNDATION, AND I AM NOT THE GODDAMN FUCKING TOOTH FAIRY! I AM NOT OUT HERE TO GIVE EVERYONE WHAT THEY WANT!

Sand: Wellington, all I have to say is this: If Adam Flash gets into that match, I get in too! Adam Flash has lost cleanly to me, and his ninja buddy over there couldn’t take down my lieutenant, Nick Collyer. Flash is below me! And with his title shot ban up, so is mine! Now add me into that match as well!

The scene turns into the six people in the entranceway bickering, Fantastic and Beckett looking extremely annoyed and yelling in the direction of the feuding factions, and Wellington standing in the ring looking like his head is going to pop. Finally, his voice rises over everyone else’s.

Wellington: OK! OK OK OK! Instead, there will be a four-way match to determine who gets a title shot at me! George Sand, Adam Flash, Kid Sucktastic, and Chance Beckett will all fight TONIGHT! Now, is there anyone else back there who wants a title shot? Actually, no! No chance! This is it! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get backstage to the apology hut! And people, I expect to see each and every one of you there!

With that, Wellington slips out of the ring and heads for the back, cutting through everyone else in the entrance. The eight people left at ringside look at each other, then begin to sulk back towards the backstage area – the hostilities would be left for tonight.

RATING: 67

NOTES: John Wellington gained overness from this segment.

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Simon Sanders & Sweatsuit Steve vs. Matt Morgan

After the chaos of the show’s opening, the fans seem to be glad to settle down and enjoy the first official match of the evening. I grinned as I watched Steve and Simon make their way down to the ring, looking less than pleased over what was on the way. What was on the way, you ask? Just a 6’7”, 325 pound machine named Matt Morgan who was under orders to make Simon Sanders and Sweatsuit Steve learn a lesson. The two men immediately charged Morgan, but a double clothesline took both of them down hard. Morgan grabbed Sanders and tossed him over the top rope straight to the outside, where he took a hard shot against the lightly-padded floor. Morgan then set his sights on Steve, who was already reeling from the stiff lariat. Morgan lifts him up, then nails a spinning powerbomb that sends Steve melting into the canvas. Morgan stands up and takes a step onto Steve, placing all of his 300+ pound weight on Steve’s chest cavity. As the wind gets knocked out of him, the ring bell suddenly rings, startling everyone in the building! As Morgan looks around, trying to figure out what happened (as does referee Frank Stool), Simon Sanders climbs the turnbuckles and comes flying off with a crossbody – that Matt Morgan catches! Morgan hoists Simon over his head, then delivers a press slam onto Steve’s downed body! Suddenly, the ring bell rings again! Morgan whirls around and glares at the bell – but nobody is there! The crowd seated nearby is laughing, but Morgan turns his attention back to his targets. He lifts Simon Sanders up first, hoists him up, and delivers the Mount Morgan Drop, leaving Sanders out cold on the canvas! Morgan then picks up Sweatsuit Steve, lifts him, and plants him with another Mount Morgan Drop! With both men laid out, Morgan covers both men, giving Frank Stool the count: 1………………….2……………….3! Stool calls for the bell….which doesn’t ring! Stool and Morgan both look over at the ring bell – then a hand sneaks up from behind the ring table and rings the bell for a solid 10 seconds!

WINNER: Matt Morgan

RATING: 53

CROWD: 42

MATCH: 64

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Matt Morgan Investigates...

As the bell continues to ring, an extremely annoyed Matt Morgan stalks over to the ring table. As the hand merrily rings away, Morgan notices tufts of fluffy orange hair sticking up from under the table. Morgan reaches down, grabs the hair, lifts up – and pulls up Twiggy, still making the bell-ringing motion into thin air. Morgan gives what can only be described as an annoyed grunt and throws Twiggy into the ring before sliding in himself. However, instead of immediately beating the hell out of him, Morgan stares at the bizarre creature in front of him. Twiggy’s attire tonight, certainly not a Versace, is a bright orange afro wig, a blue t-shirt with a pink giraffe on it, and a matching pair of hot pants (complete with glittery pink giraffe on the ass). Morgan looks on for a moment longer, then grabs a microphone and asks the question everyone else is wondering:

Morgan: What the HELL is the matter with you, boy?

Twiggy: Hello!

Morgan: Hey – I asked you a question! Why did you decide to disturb my match and ring that goddamn bell all the time!

Twiggy: Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings! There are lots of angels here now! There’s one! Don’t you see! ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL!

Morgan looks at where Twiggy is pointing: straight at a slightly confused Earl Polero in the crowd. As everyone else stares at him, Polero suddenly starts flapping his arms, pretending to fly around his seat, which sends Twiggy into hysterics!

Twiggy: LOOK! THE ANGEL IS FLYING!

Morgan: You’re kidding me, right? That’s just some smalltime gambling wannabe with a lousy set of sideburns and a worse sense of humor! That sure as hell ain’t no angel!

Twiggy: Use your IMAGININATION! When I grow up, I’m emigrating to Imagination! They have a low flat tax, free universal health care, and oranges run unencumbered by demonic human consumers!

Morgan: Jesus – you’re on cocaine or ecstasy or something, aren’t you?

Twiggy: I’m on LOVE! And I love you just like all my other angels!

With that, Twiggy runs up to Morgan and wraps him up in a big hug. Morgan, looking horrified, shoves Twiggy away and takes a step backwards.

Morgan: Do not EVER do that again. In fact, don’t do anything to me again, OK? Go have fun with the orange angels or whatever you’re seeing now.

As Morgan goes to leave the ring, Twiggy runs up behind him and gives him another big hug! Morgan straightens up, swings around, and lashes out with a big right hand, but Twiggy ducks underneath it! Morgan goes for a big boot, but Twiggy rolls underneath and gives Morgan’s leg a big hug, like a child refusing to let go of their parents. Morgan shakes him off and tries to stomp him, but Twiggy rolls out of the ring and blows Morgan a kiss! Morgan just looks on in disbelief as Twiggy sprints towards the back, looking like the happiest man in the world.

RATING: 62

NOTES: Matt Morgan gained overness from this segment. Twiggy gained overness from this segment.

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Chance Beckett Is Backstage...

We cut backstage, where a confused Chance Beckett watches Twiggy go flying past him screaming “ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL!” at the top of his lungs. As he sighs and shakes his head, Beckett turns away – right into Kid Fantastic, standing there waiting for him.

Beckett: Oh – hey. What do you want?

Fantastic: Well, two things. First off, good luck tonight. Sorry it couldn’t be the two of us going one on one.

Beckett: Yeah – but I was the one that made Flash and Sand agree to that deal. They deserve their chance at getting back at the title. So yeah, it’s not too bad in my eyes.

Fantastic: Fair enough.

A silence falls over the two, and Beckett stares at Fantastic for a moment before breaking the hush:

Beckett: Um….so what was the second thing you wanted?

Fantastic: Well – Chance, you didn’t answer my question last month. Why do you pull that stuff with the fans? Telling them off, making them boo you – they want to cheer you, Chance. And the stuff you do is worth cheering. But throughout it all, you stick with this asshole attitude, trying to alienate the fans. What’s the deal?

Beckett: Look, why does it even matter to you?

Fantastic: Well, for one thing, it’s weird. It’s really, really weird. I’m a curious guy. I gotta know. And secondly, it kills me to see you talk to the fans like that. You seem to be a pretty solid guy overall, but that one thing just doesn’t add up, you know?

Beckett: Fine. Now, you’ve heard my spiel. I’ve been a champion all over the place. I’ve been up in the big time, like Ring of Honor. I’ve been around the block once or twice, in other words.

Fantastic nods silently at this as Beckett continues:

Beckett: Well, there’s one thing I’ve noticed above everything else. When I was young, I loved the crowd too. I did whatever I could to bask in their glow. But I didn’t win much. The guys who won – they marched to their own drum. They didn’t care what people thought of them. Booing meant that they were crushing the dreams of someone else. That’s what they fed off of – and they won because of it.

Fantastic: So…

Beckett: When I moved away from getting people to cheer me, I had my greatest success. I made it to the finals of the Super 8 Tournament. I became an ECCW champion! I was ready for primetime. And to make sure I could stay focused, I made sure I’d never give in to what the crowd wanted me to do. When I controlled myself, and took my energy from within, I couldn’t be stopped.

Fantastic: Chance, I almost understand where you’re coming from. But there’s one thing wrong with that: the only reason I beat you was because the crowd was so behind me! They cheered me on to victory! Without that energy, there was no way I’d have been able to pin you to the mat three times! That crowd is everything to me.

Beckett: Well, it’ll bite you in the ass. Sooner or later, it will.

Fantastic: But not listening to them has already bitten you in the ass. I suggest you give the crowd another chance….Chance. No pun intended. They’ll lift you higher than you’ve ever gone before.

Beckett: I’m sorry, man, but…

Fantastic: That’s all I got to say about that. Last time, you left me hanging. This time, I leave you hanging. I’ll see you in the ring tonight.

As Fantastic walks away, Beckett stands there, mulling over the conversation.

RATING: 57

NOTES: Kid Fantastic gained overness from this segment.

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Kohl Brothers vs. Goldon Boys

The Kohl Brothers make their way to the ring, and it’s clear that they’re slightly on edge this week after their failures the last couple of months. As the Kohl Brothers enter the ring, they lecture referee Frank Stool, presumably warning him about the cheating ways of Ian Gomes and Sean Weldon. On cue, the newly-named Goldon Boys (Gomes + Weldon = Goldon – a highly original way to name a team, I know) emerge from the back and make their way down to the ring, actually getting a pretty good heel reaction on their way out. Gomes starts the match and fights cleanly, with Frank Stool remaining extra-vigilant to prevent any complaints. The match stays even, with both teams tagging in and out. When Keith Kohl and Sean Weldon tangle in the middle of the ring, Weldon manages to get the advantage, showing off his freakish power by taking Keith up into a body press, then dropping him into a massive facebuster. Weldon covers: 1…………….2………….no!

However, Weldon goes for another cover, forcing Stool to count again. Keith kicks out, but Weldon covers yet again, keeping Stool in his place. As he continues the count, Ian Gomes slips up behind Kent Kohl, pulls him off the apron, and sends him flying into the ringside barrier! In the ring, Weldon has Keith in a sleeper hold, doing everything he can to buy time for Ian. Gomes gets his hands on a chair and swings it into Kent’s head, sandwiching his head against the ring barrier! As Kent Kohl slumps unconscious on the outside, Gomes slips back into his corner and starts to demand a tag. Keith, however, manages to escape the sleeper hold with a mule kick and begins to crawl towards his corner, looking to make a tag – when he sees that Kent is nowhere to be found! Just as he notices Kent slumped on the outside, bleeding slightly from the forehead, a tagged-in Ian Gomes drags him back into the middle of the ring and picks him apart. At this point, it’s academic, and Gomes finishes him a minute later by hitting his version of the Snowplow, called the Teardop: 1……………..2……………………3! The Goldon Boys steal another one from the Kohl Brothers, neither of whom is standing as the match ends! However, Gomes and Weldon go rushing backstage, not even allowing Stool to raise their hands in victory.

WINNERS: Goldon Boys

RATING: 60

MATCH: 47

CROWD: 74

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George Sand Leaves The Trainer's Room...

Backstage, we cut to George Sand walking back from the trainer’s room into his locker room for final preparations before his match. He steps into the locker room…to find nobody there.

George: Francoise? Nick? Where are you guys?

As George looks around, he sees a note lying on the ground. He bends over and looks at the scrawl on the paper.

MEET BEHIND CONCESSIONS IN 10 – N
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JULY 12, 2007

RCW “HEADQUARTERS”

This particular Fourth of July had been more interesting than the last one – instead of drinking High Life by myself, I drank High Life silently in the company of others at Hank’s. Real festive crowd in there that day – but I suppose that if you’re like me and have nowhere better to go because your goddamn bitch whore of a wife decided to take all your friends and run you down behind your back because you decided to pursue your dream and be successful at it and happy at it while impressing the one person whose opinion actually matters….wait, what I was ranting about again? Well, whatever – beggars can’t be choosers is the point, and I took my day at Hank’s with a drunken smile, although without his 10% no-puke discount. Came damn close too.

Unlike the past few months, there had been a pretty significant amount of news recently, so without any further ado, on to the RCW BULLET POINT NEWS~!

• The month kicked off with yet another annoyance. I got a call one day from Earl down at the Bingo Hall – apparently, during the St. Vincent de Paul Lucky Time Challenge, the RCW booth had gone unmanned. This was a serious offense, since we built merchandise duty into the contracts they worked under. Making that sort of public appearance was absolutely vital for RCW, and not following through on it was a slap to my face. And there was nothing else to view it as when I looked at the man who was supposed to be there that night – Steve Unferth, aka Sweatsuit Steve. I probably should have just fired him right then and there, but that would take away any possibilities for revenge against him. Clearly his beating at the hands of Morgan hadn’t been enough. Instead, Steve took his second one-month suspension of 2007, and I started thinking of new ways to humiliate on him without violating our contract.

• RCW was going to be on television soon – I was sure of it. And while the TV contracts hadn’t been coming through as of yet, I think it was probably for the better. While the advertising would be great, there was one small problem – almost everyone on my roster was working under a pay-per-appearance contract. Moving from one show a month to four or five – that would be an issue. I had started looking at signing guys to written deals a little while ago. As test subjects, I signed John Wellington and Ian Gomes to written deals, and the stability was definitely a nice thing to have. With an eye towards the future, it was time to start signing up some more names.

It was a bit of a pickle, since I didn’t want to have my entire roster’s contracts expiring at the same time. So I resolved to sign a couple of guys each month, guys who were likely to be on the good majority of my shows. This month’s two lucky signees were two of Renaissance Championship Wrestling’s most irreplaceable wrestlers, at least I saw it: Kid Fantastic and Twiggy. Both of them signed up for a year, which gave the card some definite stability. Next month, hopefully a couple more guys would be interested in re-upping with me. However, with the rumblings coming from the locker room, I thought it might be too late to get a few of the big names under contract – George Sand, Chance Beckett, Adam Flash, and Katsushi Takemura were apparently all looking at getting moved up the ladder.

• Having Jake Roberts appear at Code Red was kind of a last-minute decision for the company. Word had gotten around that Jake was looking for one last paycheck before hanging up the boots for good, and I couldn’t resist. He was a guy from my era of wrestling, and it was a lot of fun to watch him backstage and to meet him one-on-one. He was definitely pretty gone, though, and probably a little drunk when he wrestled. Fortunately, John guided him through to a pretty good match. That was something we wanted to be a trademark of Renaissance Championship Wrestling – there would always be a surprise up our sleeves if we could pull it, and price shouldn’t get in the way of it.

• For our first branch out from the Earl Polero Bingo Hall, I had settled on North Jersey. Nobody could debate that it was a wrestling hotbed, and I didn’t think we’d have too much trouble drawing a crowd for the show. On October 28th, RCW Victory Strikes Again would go live in Elizabeth, New Jersey. The place was famous for its stench along the Turnpike, but that wouldn’t be much of a deterrent.

• One thing I had noticed was that the backstage area had started to get a little loose. Even with Jack backstage, he wasn’t one to enforce order. He could tell me if there were problems, but that was about the limit of his true authority. And after this second incident with Sweatsuit Steve, who was THIS close to getting the axe from me, I figured it was time for some additional backstage muscle. Thus, it was time for RCW to hire another road agent. After a not-particularly-exhausting search, I settled on a man named Dan Denton. How can semi-alliterative names not lead to massive locker room cred?

• There was more movement concerning the never-ending up and down saga of Ring of Honor and Heartland Wrestling Association. For the third time, HWA made its move to National. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but after three weeks they had remained solidly cemented in their National status. Of course, they went out and immediately signed Dan “The Beast” Severn to a written contract. Not the greatest business deal to begin with, due to his extensive overseas commitments. Of course, this deal looked much, much worse – the next e-mail in my box was calling attention to Dan Severn’s retirement at the end of the month. Clearly Les had failed to get everything straightened out. Meanwhile, Ring of Honor went through the same yo-yo routine – after moving up to National status, they took the plunge back down to Cult status 8 days later. Someday they’ll get someone with a legitimate business model.

• However, the Ring of Honor movement wasn’t nearly benign as I figured it’d be at first. I had had a good laugh or two at their expense, but in the end, RoH laughed last. Three days after their move to National, I loaded up the transactions log and nearly felt my heart stop:

“Ring of Honor has signed independent worker Chance Beckett to a written contract”
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RCW BASTARDS ON PARADE

SUNDAY, JULY 29, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

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STTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRIKE TWO!

As Sound Guy was in the ring completing the checkups in the ring, the crowd of 359 starts to turn around as the Kohl Brothers, without music, make their way down to the ring. Sound Guy and Jack, who are down at ringside, look confused as the Kohls slide into the ring. They notice two microphones sticking out of Sound Guy’s pockts and quickly rip them away from him. As Sound Guy complains, Kent just points outside the ring. After a quick argument, Jack and Sound Guy file out, leaving the Kohl Brothers alone in the ring.

Kent: OK, people, that’s it!

Keith: We’ve come out here month after month…

Kent: …busting our asses to win…

Keith: …and to put on a show for you…

Both: BUT NO MORE!

The crowd murmurs amongst itself, but the confused reaction clearly wasn’t the Kohls were looking for.

Kent: What’s this? You aren’t saddened by this?

Keith: We came out here to prove that we were the best tag team wrestlers in the world!

Kent: And we never got to display our true talents!

Keith: In a fair fight, nobody would have stood a chance against us!

Kent: Instead, everyone was out to take us down no matter what!

Keith: They cheated, they lied, they did whatever it took to walk out with a tainted, worthless win!

Kent: That, people, is NOT tag-team wrestling!

Keith: And until Renaissance Championship Wrestling has a tag-team division worth competing in, we’re OUT!

Kent: That’s right! As of this moment, the Kohl Brothers are ON STRIKE!

With that, the Kohls drop their microphones and head for the back as the crowd gives an odd, eclectic mixture of responses. Some cheers, some boos, some isolated chants, and a bunch of dead silence mingle as Keith and Kent disappear behind the apron and head for the back.

RATING: 42

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A Challenge Is Made!

With the impromptu strike out of the way, RCW Bastards On Parade gets officially underway as George Sand’s music kicks up! The crowd pops for the #1 contender as George Sand, his girlfriend/manager Francoise, and his ‘lieutenant’ Nick Collyer make their way out into the runway and down to the ring. When they reach the ring, Nick Collyer and George Sand pose on the turnbuckles as Francoise takes a microphone from the new addition to the RCW family, road agent Dan Denton, and sets up shop in the middle of the ring, flanked by her warriors.

Francoise: The RCW faithful that have come out here each and every month – they’ve seen a lot of things here. They’ve seen some of the best wrestling in the world! They’ve seen some of the most charismatic wrestlers in the world! They’ve seen the RCW MVP, Chance Beckett, come and go. They saw Matt Morgan and Jake Roberts show up. But there’s one thing they always get stuck seeing – Adam Flash making an ass out of himself!

This gets a big pop from the crowd, and Francoise plays it perfectly, giving the crowd just enough time to crest before continuing on.

Francoise: Adam Flash and his little menagerie that he has following him around has made a mess of RCW since day one! I know I’m sick of it, George is sick of it, Nick is sick of it, and I’m willing to bet that all of you are sick of it too!

Another requisite cheer comes up from the crowd, and a “FUCK YOU FLASH! FUCK YOU FLASH!” also rises up from the crowd, led by the only man who would get such a chant going – Earl Polero.

Francoise: Well, George and I have been talking. We’re sick of Adam Flash’s stunts, and we’re sick of him obsessing over us! This rivalry has been completely one-sided, but Adam Flash refuses to let it go!

At this point, George Sand steps forward and speaks into the mic, cutting Francoise off.

George: I’ve beaten Adam Flash one-on-one! Nick Collyer and myself have pinned Katsushi Takemura! Francoise was on her way to defeating Tizziana before Adam Flash decided to turn it into an all-out brawl!

Francoise: Exactly! We’ve outclassed Adam Flash, but he won’t let it go! He’s living in a land of delusions and false hopes – “IF I had a singles match with Beckett”, “IF George wasn’t in the way”, “IF everyone else would see things my way” – that’s too many if’s for my taste, Adam! At some point, you need to face facts. You can’t beat us!

The crowd appears to like the cut of Francoise’s jib, or something cool-sounding like that, and responds with a cheer. However, Francoise is clearly ready to get straight to her point.

Francoise: Adam, clearly you haven’t been willing to look at those facts and realize the truth. So instead, we’ll be bringing the facts to you! George and I have been talking, and we have a little proposal for you: A best of 3 challenge that goes right down the line! It’s very simple: tonight, here at Bastards On Parade, Nick Collyer will take on Katsushi Takemura! Also, I’ll take on that cankle-having skank Tizziana tonight! And if we’re tied 1-1, then you and George can finish things once and for all!

George: When we brought this to RCW management, they loved it – but they could only give us two matches tonight. So Adam, if we’ve got a tie, we’ll finish this at Indoor Fireworks in August!

Francoise: And Adam, this offer won’t be on the table long! As you can see, Nick here is in his ring gear, and he’s ready to go!

They both look at Nick, who runs the ropes a couple of times before doing a running front flip and landing square on his feet, which gets a small cheer from the crowd.

Francoise: So if you accept this challenge, get Katsushi Takemura out here now! George and I will head to the back, and you’ll stay back there too! If anyone interferes in these matches, it’ll automatically go to the other person, so there won’t be ANY cheating!

George: So get out here, Takemura! And Nick….good luck, ‘lieutenant’.

RATING: 59

NOTES: Francoise gained overness from this segment.

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SAND vs. FLASH CHALLENGE – MATCH #1

Nick Collyer vs. Katsushi Takemura

As George Sand and Francoise go to the back, Nick Collyer hops back and forth in the ring, waiting for the hopeful arrival of Katsushi Takemura. After 30 seconds or so, some generic Asian music hits over the speakers and Takemura, in full ninja garb, appears from behind the curtain. He waves his sheathed sword around, then makes his way to the ring. It doesn’t take long for chaos to break loose in the ring, but Katsushi quickly gains the advantage in the ring. Takemura manages to put Collyer on the mat by nailing a running shoulder breaker, then follows up by locking on a Fujiwara armbar on the right arm, the same arm injured by the shoulder breaker. Collyer struggles against it, then finally manages to grab the rope with his left arm. Takemura holds the maneuver for the full five seconds given to him by senior referee Mike Hunter, then releases it just in the nick of time. Takemura tries to reapply the hold, but Collyer fights it off. He quickly rolls behind Takemura and trips him up before dropping an elbow on him. Takemura gets to his feet and charges Collyer, but Nick leaps over him, then springs off the ropes and takes him down with a legscissors takedown! He goes for the cover: 1………….2…………….no! Takemura kicks out!

Nick has Takemura up, but quickly puts him on the mat with a hiptoss. Collyer charges, looking to hit the seated dropkick, but Takemura dodges it. Collyer springs up and charges Takemura, but Katsushi catches him and tosses him overhead with a lightning-quick railgun suplex! Collyer staggers up, but a rolling elbow deposits the stunned Collyer back on the mat. Takemura drops a knee on Collyer’s right shoulder, then makes the cover: 1…………………..2………………..NO! Collyer manages to get that injured right shoulder off the mat, but not without causing himself a lot of pain. Takemura picks him up and hurls him shoulder-first into the turnbuckle, drawing a moan from Collyer. Takemura grabs Collyer and repeats the maneuver, cracking Collyer’s shoulder into the turnbuckle. Takemura goes for a third whip, but Collyer reverses it and whips Takemura into the turnbuckle as hard as he can! As Takemura bounces back, Collyer rolls him up behind with a classic school boy for the cover: 1…………………….2…………………….3! The bell rings, and the surprised crowd waits a moment before bursting into cheers for Collyer, who has jumped up to his feet. Takemura is back on his feet, looking completely stunned at the outcome as he shakes his head, knowing that he kicked out at three and one-tenth. However, Collyer celebrates, knowing that he has put his team up 1-0!

WINNER: Nick Collyer

SCORE: 1-0, Team Sand

RATING: 65

CROWD: 55

MATCH: 76

NOTES: Katsushi Takemura lost overness from this match. Nick Collyer gained overness from this match.

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The (Former) Champ Is Here!

We cut backstage, where Kid Fantastic is standing there with a microphone. The former RCW Champion (the only former champ left in RCW) gets a big pop from the crowd, and Fantastic lets it die down before he can get underway.

Fantastic: Last month, at Code Red, the fans saw exactly how John Wellington operates. He’s claimed for months that I was afraid of a fair fight – that I wouldn’t fight him one on one. So I agreed to that match…and it proved that Wellington was the one afraid of a fair fight! He cheated to win the belt, but I should have gotten my rematch last month. Instead, Wellington does exactly what he’s been complaining about – he made the true #1 contender, me, jump through hoops to try and get a title shot I was already entitled to!

Fantastic paces back and forth a little bit, clearly fired up, with the crowd cheering him on in the background, and continues to pace as he talks again.

Fantastic: So Wellington, you’ve made it very clear what your M.O. is. You’re the definition of ‘Do as I say, not as I do’. Your first title defense, instead of coming against the man you beat for the belt, came against a 60 year old man who could barely make it down to the ring! And tonight, you’re saying that you’ll defend against ‘the face of RCW’. For some reason, I’m guessing that it’s not going to be me.

The crowd interrupts here with a “KID FAN-TAST-TIC!” chant, which Fantastic acknowledges before continuing.

Fantastic: Wellington, you’ve screwed people for too long. Chance Beckett and I were both screwed in title matches because of you. Chance Beckett’s gone now – and Chance, wherever you are off in Ring of Honor, I hope that you figured out what I was telling you – so that just leaves me. And Wellington, I hope that Beckett’s leaving is a sign to you as well. Having that belt is all well and good, but if you don’t deserve it, it’s not going to be ‘your ticket out of here’. The only thing that the RCW Title is is a promise to the fans that you’ll represent Renaissance Championship Wrestling as its face. You haven’t done that, Wellington. So sooner or later, I’m going to get another shot at that title. And when I do, there’s not a chance in hell you have of keeping it!

RATING: 60

NOTES: Kid Fantastic gained overness from this segment.

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Fred Laney vs. Danny Dallas vs. Charly Manson vs. Travis Finity

I felt bad, since Fred Laney and Travis Finity hadn’t been at our last couple of shows, and I still considered them important characters to RCW and our future. Of course, it was hard to find time for everyone on the shows, and I had two new guys to take care of – Danny Dallas and Charly Manson were both new to the shows, and I needed to keep them out there to establish them to the fans. Therefore, we had an old booking tradition in play tonight: The Four-Way Match Of Necessary Exposure (or the TFWMONS, to make it easier). All four men went at it hard, with Danny Dallas in particular putting on an extremely solid performance. The crowd was pretty into him too, especially for a new guy. Almost every time he hit a big move, he’d let loose with that Duggan-esque “HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!,” which always seemed to get a return call from the crowd. But Dallas was never able to string together a long series of moves, as Fred Laney seemed to be zeroed in on him. After taking down Finity with a discus clothesline, Dallas gave a nice “HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!” for the crowd, but before the crowd could even shout back, Dallas turned around STRAIGHT into a Wonderpunch from Laney! Fortunately, Charly Manson came diving in to break the pin attempt just before the three count! Manson picked up Laney and dropped him with a scoop slam, then went after Travis Finity, who had gotten up in the corner. However, Finity fought back and landed a beautiful moonsault dropkick on Manson! Finity walks over to Manson and sets himself up for a standing shooting star press, but as he just begins to stretch himself out, Fred Laney comes roaring through and spears the defenseless Finity straight to the mat! Referee Frank Stool drops into position and makes the count: 1…………………2………………………..3! Fred Laney picks up the win!

WINNER: Fred Laney

RATING: 60

CROWD: 45

MATCH: 75

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SAND vs. FLASH CHALLENGE - MATCH #2

Francoise vs. Tizziana

So nice, we did it twice. Once again, we got ready for a true technical masterpiece as Francoise, sans Sand, made her way down to the ring. As Francoise slides into the ring, George Sand’s music cuts out in favor of Adam Flash’s music, bringing Tizziana out to the ring. The two women shoot daggers at each other, but Tizziana blinks first, turning to Frank Stool and giving (read:screaming) instructions to ‘call the match totally fair.’ After Stool gets an earful and a half from Tizziana, the bell rings to get the match started. In a slight variation from Benoit/Angle, the match starts with dueling hair pulls instead of dueling amateur holds. After a while, Tizziana rears back and delivers a brutal slap across the face of Francoise, who screams out and tackles Tizziana to the mat. She squats atop Tizziana and claws away, slapping and pulling hair to do whatever damage she can do. Frank Stool drops into position, trying to break it, but Tizziana and Francoise start rolling around the ring, including the requisite ‘hot chicks roll on top of that damn lucky referee’ spot. After they get untangles, Tizziana goes for a clothesline, but Francoise ducks it, then grabs Tizziana from behind and puts on a sleeper hold! The crowd, stunned by this technical wizardry, pops as Tizziana tries desperately to escape the sleeper. However, Tizziana manages to escape with a mule kick straight to Francoise’s crotch. The crowd boos the kick to the box, but Tizziana just stays focused (for once) and grabs the doubled-over Francoise before landing a sloppy DDT! Instead of going for the cover, Tizziana pulls Francoise up and points to the sky, clearly calling for whatever move Adam taught her 30 minutes ago in the back. Tizziana gets behind Francoise, pulls both arms up and across each other, then pulls her down by the arms, driving her straight into the mat! Joe Wheeler is calling it a variation of a cross arm drop, which is apparently called the Jersey Girl, as Tizziana covers: 1………………..2………………..3! Tizziana has tied the score at 1 to 1, and George Sand will meet Adam Flash at RCW Indoor Fireworks!

WINNER: Tizziana

SCORE: 1-1, tied between Team Sand and Team Flash

RATING: 38

CROWD: 47

MATCH: 20

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The Plot Continues…

As we cut backstage, Ian Gomes and Sean Weldon have set up shop by one of RCW’s luxurious TWO monitors (we got the second one at the Polero Bingo Hall July Flea Market.) The camera focuses on Francoise, still on the mat and groaning in pain. As she struggles to get up, Weldon gives a lewd grin and turns to Ian Gomes.

Weldon: That’s how I like ‘em – tired, sore, on their back, and moaning.

Gomes: Thank you, Sean. What pleasant imagery.

Weldon: Man, I can’t wait until I can get my hands on that. Now when are we gonna put this huge plan into place! Two months ago, you said we’d have to get rid of Nick Collyer, but we haven’t done anything yet!

Gomes: Now Sean, there are but many ways in which to ensnare this fly. Fortunately, fate has catered to our whims, and has provided only the most perfect of ways to tighten the noose around poor Collyer.

Weldon: What are you talking about?

Gomes: As you undoubtedly saw just now, Francoise’s loss ensures that George Sand will face Adam Flash next month to settle this score once and for all, yes?

Weldon: Yeah…

Gomes: And what better place to strike down the insufferable little cunt than during the most important match of his career?

Weldon: But Nick Collyer can’t go out to the ring – that’s part of the stipulation!

Gomes: Exactly my point, Sean. If Nick cannot be at ringside…well, imagine what a tragedy it would be if he were to appear in just that very place.

Weldon: OK – I think I got you. So how are we going to do that?

Gomes: Do not worry about that now. However, we do have a few preparations to make. Now come with me, Sean. If we pull this off, then perhaps you may yet feel the sweet embrace of the fair Francoise in your arms.

RATING: 59

NOTES: Sean Weldon gained overness from this segment. Ian Gomes gained overness from this segment.

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Twiggy vs. Matt Morgan

Matt Morgan is the first one down to the ring, getting a solid round of boos from the crowd as he coldly struts his way down the entrance and steps over the top rope into the ring. However, the crowd absolutely explodes as Twiggy’s fittingly bizarre music (sounding something like Metallica playing a lullaby) hits over the speaker system, bringing out the bizarre one himself. Twiggy once again wears the orange afro wig, along with a ORDEP ROF ETOV shirt and his familiar bicycle shorts. As he slides into the ring, Matt Morgan wastes no time in charging the Orange Onslaught and taking the much, much smaller Twiggy (who stands about 5’10, 170) down to the mat. Twiggy hops up, but Morgan whips him into the ropes before having Twiggy eat a big boot, which lays him out flat on the canvas! Morgan arrogantly places his foot on Twiggy’s chest and demands that Mike Hunter begin a count: 1………………..2………..and Twiggy kicks out after two and a half!

Morgan grabs Twiggy and whips him into the corner, but Twiggy manages to vault up onto the top turnbuckle and back over the oncoming Matt Morgan. Before Morgan can move, Twiggy charges forward, reaches up, and grabs Morgan by his short, spiky hair, then tries to slam him head-first into the turnbuckle. Of course, Morgan doesn’t budge an inch, and the giant delivers a massive elbow to Twiggy, knocking him aside. Morgan charges and delivers a huge clothesline to Twiggy, which puts him down on the mat. With Twiggy down on the mat, Morgan lays his foot across Twiggy’s chest again, but this time strides forwards, putting his entire 325-pound weght atop Twiggy’s tiny sternum! Twiggy sells the move like death, and Morgan smirks a little bit before picking Twiggy up. He lifts the smaller man into the air and puts him in a hangman choke, slowly squeezing the air out of Twiggy’s throat. Twiggy struggles around, but manages to lean into Morgan’s face and rub his afro all over the place. Morgan tries to turn his face away, but after a few seconds, the tickling sensation sends a loud “ACHOOOOOO!” echoing across the arena, and lets Twiggy tumble free! Twiggy immediately scrambles up to the top rope and leaps off, looking for a cross-body block – but Morgan just snags Twiggy straight out of midair! As Twiggy flails about helplessly, Morgan hoists the little man up into the air with an overhead press, then slams him down to the mat! Morgan leans down and makes the cover: 1………………….2…………………..NO! Twiggy manages to free himself from under Morgan and kicks out!

Morgan backs Twiggy into the corner and lays a series of chops against Twiggy’s chest, then grabs him and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner. Twiggy slams into the corner, but manages to duck the oncoming Morgan, who runs into the turnbuckle at full steam! As he bounces back, Twiggy rolls him up from behind with a school boy: 1……………………2…………………….NO!Matt Morgan manages to escape and immediately explodes up to his feet, looking furious about the incident. He charges after Twiggy, but Twiggy stays out of range, slapping away the giant’s hands. Twiggy gets Morgan to lunge forward, then delivers a knee to Morgan’s head, which sends him stumbling backwards. Twiggy runs forward and dropkicks Morgan as hard as he can, which sends the giant lurching back into the ring ropes. As he comes forward, Twiggy tries a school boy rollup, which he somehow locks in on the much larger man as Mike Hunter counts: 1……………………….2………………………..NO! Twiggy ALMOST had it, but Morgan got free at just the last moment! As Morgan gets up, Twiggy takes advantage and leaps forward, landing a big enziguri squarely to the side of Morgan’s head, which puts him down on the canvas! Twiggy heads to the top rope, calling for the Orange Crush, his diving headbutt finisher. Twiggy aligns his wig on the top rope, then jumps off…………and MISSES! Morgan, rolled out of the way, watches Twiggy crash and burn on the high-risk maneuver. Before you can blink an eye, Morgan charges forward, lifts Twiggy off the mat, and takes him up for the Mount Morgan Drop! He holds Twiggy up for just a moment, then drops him roughly to the mat! He slumps over Twiggy’s prone body as Hunter makes the count: 1……………………….2……………………..3! Matt Morgan picks up the win! Morgan gets up and taunts the crowd, who respond with a level of boos. However, the boos suddenly reach a new intensity level….

WINNER: Matt Morgan

RATING: 56

CROWD: 51

MATCH: 61

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RCW WORLD TITLE MATCH

John Wellington © vs. ???

…as John Wellington’s music hits, announcing the arrival of the RCW World Champion! The champ has a microphone in his hand as he makes his way down to the ring, with a confused Matt Morgan looking at Wellington. John slides into the ring and steps right up to Morgan, who absolutely towers over him. Wellington sizes him up for a second, then raises his microphone to speak.

Wellington: Now, I told the RCW fans that tonight, I would defend my title against the man who I considered the face of Renaissance Championship Wrestling. This man would be the one who stood out above all others, who represented the true qualities of RCW. I would take him on to prove that I was truly worthy of being the RCW World Champion! If I could beat this man, I know that I could beat anybody here, and more importantly, all of you fans that doubted me would know that I could beat anyone here! And now, folks, I’d like for you all to set your eyes on the man I’ll be fighting tonight….

John Wellington pauses for a moment, continuing his stare straight into Matt Morgan’s eyes, who glares back at him with a fire burning in his eyes. Suddenly, Wellington breaks the glance and looks down, just past Matt Morgan.

Wellington: ….THIS man – Twiggy!

The crowd boos mercilessly as Wellington gloats to himself, nodding his head and reveling in all the boos. He looks back to Morgan, then says something to the giant that the microphone doesn’t pick up. Morgan looks at him for a moment, then smiles slightly and nods before exiting the ring and heading for the back. Wellington, now alone with Twiggy, hands his RCW World Title belt to Mike Hunter before immediately dropping to the canvas and hooks Twiggy’s leg, going for the pin. Hunter quickly calls for the bell, then drops and makes the count: 1………………………2………………………….NO! Twiggy manages to kick out at JUST the last second, and the crowd pops huge as Wellington looks stunned that Twiggy’s alive and breathing. However, he scoops Twiggy off the mat and immediately doubles him over for the E. Coli Driver, looking to end things quickly. However, Twiggy refuses to be lifted up, then backdrops Wellington to the mat! As the crowd roars for Twiggy, Wellington stumbles to his feet, looking chagrined. He turns around and sees a charging Twiggy coming straight for him! Twiggy leaps up and goes for an enziguri, but Wellington ducks underneath it! Twiggy crumples down to the mat, seemingly having invested every ounce of energy he had in the enziguri attempt. With Twiggy down, Wellington scoops him up again and sets him up for the E. Coli Driver again. This time, Twiggy goes up, then gets spiked into the mat. Mike Hunter makes the count: 1……………………………2……………………………3! Twiggy loses for the second time in 10 minutes, and John Wellington remains the RCW World Champion! As the show comes to a close, John Wellington celebrates in the ring, just feet away from an unconscious Twiggy, still lying there in his orange wig.

WINNER and STILL RCW WORLD CHAMPION: John Wellington

RATING: 60

CROWD: 52

MATCH: 69

NOTES: The RCW World title has gained in image.

OVERALL: 57

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AUGUST 21, 2007

RCW “HEADQUARTERS”

Sophie: BRUCE! While you’re in there, could you put on some tea? And maybe cut a lemon up so I can squeeze it into the tea? Thanks!

Who exactly was the secretary here anyways?

Me: Um….sure, Sophie. You want some caviar while I’m up too?

Sophie: Do you have caviar? I’ve never had it! Is it good? It always looked so gross to me, but there has to be a reason why all those rich people eat it, right? Wow, I cannot believe you keep caviar around your apartment. I feel like I’m at Buckingham Palace! Except you have roaches. And dirty laundry. And…

At that point, I just tuned Sophie’s vaguely caviar-related ramblings out of my head. She was right, though – the place was a mess. Jack was staying with me for the week, waiting for the dorms at Fordham to open and getting used to the freedom of city life. Of course, everything he was taking to college with him had taken up residency in my apartment as well. I have no idea how he managed to accumulate so much crap based on his RCW paychecks, especially with his girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend….ah, the fun of splitting up for college) to consume his cash. But somehow he had managed to fill two boxes with nothing but DVD’s. I hadn’t heard of half the movies, but Jack seemed pretty attached to his stuff. But having it sitting around, boxed up and awaiting another transport, made the apartment, which wasn’t that expansive to begin with, rather cramped. And with Sophie over for our monthly RCW meeting, I was just wondering how long until she went off on how the boxes made her feel cramped. If she was really feeling it, she’d find a way to tie it into her shingles. And with that, I headed back into the room.

Me: Water’s boiling now, and the lemon slices await their impending doom. Now while we wait on the tea, how’s RCW looking from your point of view?

Sophie: Not nearly as good since you took that title buckle off Kid Fantastic.

Me: It’s a title BELT, Sophie.

Sophie:: Belts have buckles, don't they! And Fantastic looked so adorable with that gold. But John Wellington – what a low-brow ninny!

Me: Ninny?

Sophie: I walked past him the other day, and he was in the middle of telling some story about a ‘heiney-punch’…but he didn’t use the word heiney, that’s for sure!

Me: Oh, I’m sure he was just joking around with the boys. And for the record, I think he’s doing a great job as champion.

Sophie: I’m sure he’s making us look much classier. Are you going to give Kid Fantastic the title back soon?

Me: Who knows? The future holds many mysterious comings and goings…

Sophie: Whatever. At least we’re doing well financially. You’ve been making lots of money lately – we’ve almost made up all the debt we took at the beginning.

Me: Great! Do we have enough profit to, say…..up the ad budget again?

Sophie: AGAIN? All you do is increase the ad budget! How about you increase your Sophie budget sometime!

Me: Hey, I bought you that chair!

Sophie: And you better keep that kind of thing up, Bruce! I had to tell my family at the Fourth of July cookout that I was working for a WRESTLING company! I think my sister almost dropped dead right then and there!

Me: I bet your nephews like you more now, though.

Sophie: Hmph….well, I suppose we can increase your precious advertising budget a tad. But not too much, Bruce!

Me: I know, I know. Just a couple of percentage points. Besides, you’ve seen that the market peaked and started to head down. We need to get as much publicity as we can while the market’s being good to us, right?

Sophie: Yes, it would be a shame if wacko wrestling fans in other areas didn’t know about our band of traveling thugs.

Me: That’s the spirit! Now, did you process the contract paperwork for the new guy I sent you?

Sophie: Yeah, I just put that through. What was his name again? Iron Red Ross or something?

Me: Close….Red Hot Russ. I think he’s a great addition to the roster.

Sophie: What are you going to have him do? Maybe he could be a wrestling clown! Has anyone thought of that before?

Me: Um….yeah, I think someone did that. But I already have a plan laid out for him. I really want this guy to be the most obnoxious person you’ve ever run into.

Sophie: I can only imagine what kinds of awful things you’ll have him doing.

Me: Nothing too bad. And did you process Matt Morgan’s new written contract?

Sophie: Yes, I got that as well. I thought you said he had been a big star? Why did he decide to sign a written contract with us?

Me: Well, Morgan really likes the way we’ve booked him so far. He really wants to rebuild his image, and he trusts us to keep it up.

Sophie: What was wrong with his image before?

Me: The WWE, where he worked before – they’re the ones with Hulk Hogan, by the way – gave him a gimmick where he stuttered. Totally killed his heat.

Sophie: That is awful! My cousin Rebecca, SHE used to have a stuttering problem! It took her a lot of work to get over it, you know? Week after week, she would do her speech exercises, trying…

Me: But yeah, Morgan signed on with us for a year. The more, the merrier. And what’s the news for the other promotions?

Sophie: Let me see….I have a file around here somewhere….

Sophie digs around, then pulls out a file labeled “OTHER IDIOTS STUPID ENOUGH TO DO THIS.” All I can do is shake my head as Sophie pulls out a sheet of paper and takes a look.

Sophie: Let me see….ah, you remember those people that you put in touch with Earl, right?

Me: Oh, yeah….Chaotic Wrestling. Didn’t they do their first New York show last week?

Sophie: Yep, they ran it over at Earl’s place. It looks like it worked out very well for them – they think they might be ready to move up the ladder after it. And they liked it so much that they’re thinking of making Brooklyn their new home. They said ‘it was much better than any of the shows we ran up in New England.’

Me: Great! Earl’s gotta be delighted about that.

Sophie: And Ring of Honor moved up to National level for the third time.

Me: They better not steal anyone. The first time they moved up, they signed Lauderdale away from us, and the second time they moved up, they stole Chance Beckett.

Sophie: But you’ve got other great guys to replace them, like Kid Fantastic! And…who was it? Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Rob?

Me: Red Hot Russ, Sophie. You’ll get it.

Sophie: So…Bruce….

Me: What is it, Sophie?

Sophie: Well, I want to ask you something. And I don’t mean to pry…

That means that she really, really wanted to pry.

Sophie: …but I thought that you said that this apartment was going to be a temporary stop. A few months, and then you’d move into a new place and get a new life going. But here you are, almost a year and a half later, and you’re still in this apartment, with boxes and dirty things everywhere….

Me: Hey, a lot of that stuff is Jack’s!

Sophie: …and you just don’t seem to have moved on! Have…have you even seen a woman since you left Ellen?

Me:

The short answer? No. No I hadn’t. And the thought hadn’t really crossed my mind either. In fact, it wasn’t just women I had neglected. Ellen and I had anticipated a fierce battle for the friends we had accumulated over the years, but it didn’t turn out that way at all. I really didn’t put up a fight. She won by default. Outside of contact with Sophie, Jack, and the RCW workers, the closest thing I had to friends were the regulars down at Hank’s. It’s never a good sign when you have to ask yourself, “Does he count as a friend if I only call him by a description, and not a name?” Eventually I had settled it that Mustache McOverbite was definitely my friend, but I wasn’t so sure about Droopy O’Eye.

Sophie: Bruce, you should be doing something with yourself. How many nights this week have you sat here, by yourself, watching god-knows-what on that television of yours?

Me: Well….

Sophie: You know, one of my friends from my bridge club who’s about your age – she got divorced six months ago. Maybe you could talk to her and see if you wanted to…get together, maybe?

Me: I don’t think that’s such a great idea, Sophie. I really appreciate the thought, I really do, but…

Sophie:: But what?

Me: Well, I….

At that moment, I got the best ‘saved by the bell’ feeling I’ve ever had in my life. The door clicked open, and in walked Jack. He had gone out for lunch to meet a friend, and I hadn’t been expecting him back so soon. And his arrival couldn’t have worked out better for me. I jumped off the hot seat to go grab the tea from the kitchen as Sophie shifted her attention to Jack. Sophie LOVED Jack. Every time he came into my office back at Fidelity, she would barrage him with questions. Because of this behavior, of course, Jack didn’t feel the same way about Sophie. When he saw Sophie sitting there, the look on his face made it clear he was in for another inquisition.

Sophie: Jack! I haven’t seen you in so long!

Jack: Oh…hi Sophie.

Sophie: You’ve gotten so big….and so handsome! You must be making that young lady you were dating….what was her name? Mandy, was it? She must be so taken with you!

Jack: She was…but we kinda aren’t seeing each other any more.

Sophie: Oh, now that’s a shame. I was just telling your father how important it is it have a good partner on your arm – wasn’t I, Bruce?

I just kept silent in the kitchen, and listened to Sophie’s sonic assault on Jack. As I poured out the tea for Sophie, I couldn’t get what she had said out of my head. I really had become a recluse. And even on my own, I really was terrified of being a Hank’s regular. I had tried changing bars, but that just didn’t work out for me. Plus, it was clearly missing the point. I had to get out there and get to be around people again, people who I didn’t name by mustache and who said something more than “Another round?” to me. God knows how I was going to do it – but as long as I kept RCW running like the smooth engine it was, I figured I could take care of something as easy as meeting people. Right? Right?

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And, just to give him a proper introduction….

Red Hot Russ (41 Over) – Russ was going to be used as ‘that guy.’ You all know ‘that guy’ – the one who manages to annoy you in every conceivable way while being oblivious to it. And he wasn’t just going to be that guy – he was going to be ‘that guy who worries about not getting attention and losing his spot.’ Imagine something like Dwight from The Office. We’ll see how that works.

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OFFICIAL~! PREVIEW FOR RCW INDOOR FIREWORKS!

RCW WORLD TITLE MATCH

JOHN WELLINGTON © vs. GEORGE SAND

George Sand won a four-way bout two months ago against the best title competitors that RCW had to offer, and now he cashes in against the World Champion, Mr. John Wellington. Wellington has defended his title twice in a pair of ‘surprise’ matches against legend Jake ‘The Snake’ Roberts and ‘The Face of RCW’, Twiggy. However, this opponent is no surprise – will George Sand finally taste RCW gold, or will Wellington keep his belt?

SAND vs. FLASH CHALLENGE – MATCH #3

GEORGE SAND vs. ADAM FLASH

However, George Sand appears to be a busy man tonight. With Tizziana besting Francoise, and Nick Collyer pinning Katsushi Takemura, the Team Sand vs. Team Flash challenge is deadlocked at 1-all. In this, the deciding match, these two long-time rivals will collide to determine which one is truly the better man! How will George Sand deal with having two huge matches in one night? And will Adam Flash take advantage of this fact? The only way to know is to watch!

BLINDFOLD MATCH

SEAN WELDON vs. SWEATSUIT STEVE

Renaissance Championship Wrestling has prided itself of the level of competition displayed within its ranks. And new addition Sean Weldon is no exception. So confident is Weldon in his skills that he believes that he can beat anyone on the RCW roster, even while blindfolded! To represent RCW, founding member Sweatsuit Steve has stepped up, looking to prove that Weldon can’t go around making outrageous claims. Who will come out on top?

AND MORE!

Kid Fantastic is scheduled to be in attendance tonight, and in action against last month’s four-way winner Fred Laney! Will Fantastic get back on the right track? And Matt Morgan will also be at Indoor Fireworks – but will Twiggy, who was destroyed by Morgan last month, be there waiting for him? Also, you’ll se Travis Finity, Danny Dallas, Charly Manson, and more of your favorite RCW superstars! So buy your tickets for RCW Indoor Fireworks now – tickets are at an all-time high demand, so purchase now at (212) 482-3825 or at http://www.earlpolerobingohall.com/wrestling/rcw!

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

SUNDAY, AUGUST 26, 2007

RCW INDOOR FIREWORKS!

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RCW INDOOR FIREWORKS

SUNDAY, AUGUST 26, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

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Sand’s Decision!

As RCW Indoor Fireworks kicks off, the crowd of 405 people (which positively shatters the former record of 359) goes nuts as George Sand’s music kicks up over the stereo system, signaling the arrival of the #1 contender to the RCW World Title! Sand comes out on his own, with Francoise nowhere to be found. As he makes his way into the ring, clad in his normal ring gear, he quickly grabs the microphone from Joe Wheeler before he can be introduced.

Sand: Hold on, hold on…just one second, OK?

The crowd dies down, giving Sand a silent opportunity to speak his mind.

Sand: Tonight, I’m scheduled to fight John Wellington for the RCW World Championship….

A roar comes up from the anxious crowd, who are undoubtedly looking forward to seeing Wellington lose the gold.

Sand: …AND I’m scheduled tonight to face Adam Flash in a singles match to determine once and for all who the better man truly is!

This gets a similar pop, and Sand lets it die down before continuing on.

Sand: Now, I didn’t ace math back in high school, but I do know that if you add that up, I’m scheduled to fight two singles matches here tonight. And not just two singles matches, but the two biggest singles matches of my career! It seemed like a tough task to me, but I was ready to take it on. But the people in the back who pull the strings – they saw two main event matches, and figured they should get two main events out of it!

The crowd groans as they realize they’ll only get to see one of the advertised matches tonight, but Sand quiets them down.

Sand: I know, I felt the same way. But what’s done is done. So therefore, I’ll fight one of them tonight, and one of them next month at Carnaval! The question is – which one do I fight tonight?

The crowd seems split on this one, as a pair of dueling chants kick up around the Polero Bingo Hall. One, headed by Earl’s contingent, has a “FUCK UP WELL-ING-TON!” chant going – clearly Earl hasn’t forgotten Wellington’s constant cheap shots at his humble abode. Meanwhile, the other side of the arena has a deafening “FUCK UP FLASH!” chant going, looking to see the rivalry that’s been brewing since RCW’s first-ever show come to an end. Sand looks at the crowd for a minute, listening intently, then nods his head.

Sand: Well, I think the fans have spoken. If I could get Mr. John Wellington to come out here?

Sand leans back against the ropes and waits for a moment until Wellington’s music kicks up. The champion, belt draped over his shoulder, makes his way down towards the ring. He steps into the ring, gives George a condescending look, and then takes a microphone from ringside and faces his opponent.

Wellington: Well, George, what will it be?

Sand: Wellington, I’ve had one goal during my entire tenure here in RCW: to win that belt that you’ve got around your arm right now. That’s all I’ve dreamt of. When I was out of the title picture, it was hard to even come in to work. And now I’ve got my title shot, and I’m going to become RCW World Champion.

Wellington: So spit it out, Sandy. We’re going tonight?

Sand: You see, there’s been one other thing that’s been a constant during my run here – Adam Flash and his annoyances. And when I win that World Title, I want it to be the start of a clean slate. And to have that happen, I’ve got to take care of some business first. To make sure that our match is fought cleanly…I want to fight Flash tonight, and fight you next month.

Wellington: Well, well, well, wasn’t that a fine little speech? Did your prostit…I mean, girlfriend, help you write that?

Sand: Not funny, Wellington. But you heard me. We go next month.

As Sand turns his back to leave the ring, Wellington’s hand clamps down on Sand’s shoulder. The irritated George turns back to face Wellington, whose grin has been replaced with a cold scowl.

Wellington: Not so fast there, Georgey Boy! What do you think this is? Last I checked, I’M the one that has this title belt! I am the RCW Champion, not you! And if you think you can tell ME what to do – well, you are sorely, sorely mistaken!

Sand: What the hell do you want, Wellington? I’d love to fight you tonight, but I can’t fight both matches tonight. And you heard me – I don’t want Flash sticking his nose in my business. Therefore, we fight NEXT month!

Wellington: Now George, I’m not one who likes to resort to technicalities. But as you leave me no choice….as RCW Champion, and with you as the #1 Contender to my belt, I can make you take that title shot anytime I please! If I give two hours of notice, you have to defend! So Sand, you will do as I say and fight me here TONIGHT! Besides, in a month, I’ll probably have been signed up by one of the big promotions – I don’t want to deprive you of that match you’ve been looking forward to so much!

Sand: Oh yeah, you’ll be in the big leagues. That’s interesting, though – we know scouts are around, since Chance Beckett signed with them. Guess they didn’t want any part of you though, huh?

As the crowd gives the Jerry Springer/sixth grade-esque “OOOOOOOOOOOH!”, Wellington freezes for just a moment, then shakes off the barb.

Wellington: Chance Beckett signed with RING OF HONOR! Whoop-de-do! Everyone here’s heard about what a mess that place is now! And calling Ring Of Honor ‘big time’ is like calling this bingo hall an arena!

This sets off the Polero contingent as always, and Wellington revels in his jeers before going on.

Wellington: So George, you’ve heard the verdict of the champion – you know, the guy who won the belt you never could? We fight here, in this ring, TONIGHT! Well, unless…

Wellington trails off, leaving the pregnant pause hanging out there until Sand is forced to bite.

Sand: Fine….what do you want. Wellington?

Wellington’s smirk has returned as he paces the ring slowly before addressing Sand.

Wellington: OK, George – I’ll let you do things your way, provided I get one thing from you.

Sand: Which is?

Wellington: I spent my time mentally preparing for tonight, getting myself ready to defend my crown. With my mental edge gone, I think it’s only fair that I get it back. So next month, at Carnaval, when we square off, I want to name the stipulation. And you won’t know what that stipulation is until we both set foot in the ring! That’s the condition, Sand. Take it, or leave it. It’s your choice.

Sand strikes an exaggerated thinking pose, showing off the tremendous acting range of pro wrestlers, while the crowd screams on various unhelpful advice. After a few moments, George ceases his Thinker impression and turns back to John Wellington.

Sand: So you choose the mystery stipulation, huh? OK, fine – if that’s what it takes to get the change made, fine! I’ll see you at Carnaval! Hardcore match, cage match, Texas death match, Ultimate X match, whatever you want! I’ll see you THERE!

Wellington smiles at the news and nods.

Wellington: OK, Sand. I’ll see you next month…and have fun ‘cleaning the slate,’ as you put it.

Wellington’s grin only rises as he turns away from Sand and heads for the back, his music blaring over the speakers. I guess he ‘won’ since he got his bargain. Sand just stares at him for a moment, then turns and celebrates with the crowd for a minute before heading to the back as well, with tonight’s main event set:

George Sand vs. Adam Flash – The Final Encounter!

RATING: 55

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BLINDFOLD MATCH

Sean Weldon vs. Sweatsuit Steve

George Sand had just rattled off a bunch of gimmick matches, but this match’s stipulation wasn’t one of the ones he had mentioned. Sean Weldon had thrown out a challenge to take on anyone in a blindfold match, where he and only he would be blindfolded, and accepting on RCW’s behalf was my least favorite jobber – Sweatsuit Steve, fresh off his second one-month suspension. As Steve makes his way down to the ring, the disgust on his face is clear – all the better for me. Sean Weldon was waiting for him in the ring, having already been blindfolded by referee Frank Stool. Weldon stands, motion and emotionless, until the bell rings. Steve paces around Weldon nervously, trying to decide on an attack strategy, until Weldon lunges forward – and misses Steve by half a foot. Steve takes advantage and lands a few kicks, then dodges away as Weldon whirls towards where he used to be. Steve bounces back off the ropes, then charges forward – straight into a big boot from Sean Weldon, who heard the charging Steve! Weldon fumbles with Steve on the ground, but manages to get ahold of him and lift him off the mat. The stunned Steve just slumps over as Weldon lifts him into the air, then plants him into the canvas with a Dominator! Weldon crawls over and covers him – around the knees. Weldon quickly fixes his mistake, sliding up and hooking Steve’s leg for good measure as a stunned Frank Stool makes the count: 1………………….2……………………..3! Sean Weldon has won his blindfold match, and done it in lightning-quick fashion to earn the victory! As Weldon heads to the back, I let a little giggle slip out – this was completely justifying not firing him.

WINNER: Sean Weldon

RATING: 42

CROWD: 46

MATCH: 49

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Fred Laney vs. Kid Fantastic

Something hadn’t quite clicked in the last match – something seemed a little off. Still, I wasn’t worried – it was time for a match between two longtime RCW veterans, and two dependable workers, Kid Fantastic and Fred Laney. They’d get things straightened out. Just as I thought that, a *THUMP!* went through the arena, and the fans burst out laughing. I whirled around and saw Joe Wheeler lying flat on his face, having tripped over the bottom rope on his way into the ring. Laney and Fantastic make their way out to the ring and get the match going – but not without more problems. As the ring bell sounds to get the match started, *DING* *DING* *CRACK* “FUCK!” sounds out, and Dan Denton, the man ringing the bell, jumps up and down holding his thumb, apparently having cracked it with the hammer. All I can do is shake my head as Laney and Fantastic go at it, trying to zone out the distractions. All in all, their match goes pretty well. Fantastic’s high-flying offense keeps Fred Laney off guard, preventing him from hitting one of his high-impact moves. However, Fantastic takes just a moment too long on the top rope while setting up for the Putdown, giving Fred Laney a chance to roll out of the way. As Fantastic staggers to his feet, reeling from missing the Putdown, Fred Laney lunges forward and nails the Wonderpunch, sending Fantastic flying to the canvas. Laney covers, and referee Mike Hunter makes the count: 1……………………….2……………………NO!

Fantastic kicked out at JUST the last second, and the match continues on! Laney, annoyed at the missed pinfall, heads to the corner and sets up for the spear, looking to end the match right then and there. He charges forward – but misses as Kid Fantastic rolls out of the way! Laney manages to screech to a stop and turns, but walks right into a spinning wheel kick from Kid Fantastic! With Laney out on the mat, Fantastic heads for the top rope once again, going for his second attempt at the Putdown! This time, he quickly sets up shop and soars off the top rope before crashing down on top of Fred Laney with the Putdown! Mike Hunter drops into position to make the counter: 1………………………2………………………3! As Fantastic celebrates, I couldn’t help but feel that it hadn’t quite gone according to the script. Between the blindfold match and this, I had the feeling it was ‘one of those days’ here in RCW.

WINNER: Kid Fantastic

RATING: 55

CROWD: 50

MATCH: 74

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Morgan Hits The Stick!

The crowd, still buzzing after Fantastic’s win, does a quick about-face as the video screen flashes to life and displays Matt Morgan standing backstage. The giant has a microphone in his hand and glares at the camera before beginning to speak.

Morgan: When I first arrived here in RCW, all I wanted was a second chance, an opportunity to put my humiliation in the WWE behind me and show what I can do. And what happens? That newsjerk Dave Tripps throws it all back in my face! I tried to be diplomatic, but he just didn’t get it! So in the end, I had to show him what I came here to show everyone: Exactly what I was capable of! AND I DESTROYED HIM!

The crowd boos this, and Morgan gives a small grin while shaking his head before continuing.

Morgan: I sent my message to everyone here in RCW! Everyone with half a brain understood – stay out of my way, or face my wrath! Which is why there was only ONE man who didn’t get that message – that moron Twiggy!

Cheers rocket up from the crowd, and Morgan’s face quickly sours even further.

Morgan: SHUT UP!

While some of the crowd continues to chant for Twiggy, they get drowned out by the volume of hatred directed at Morgan.

Morgan: Twiggy decided to interfere in my business, so last month he learned the same hard lesson that Dave Tripps: When you try and climb Mount Morgan, there’s a long, hard drop waiting for you! So Twiggy, I’m going to hope that you were smart enough to get that message beaten through your skull! Leave me alone, or there’s more of the same in your future!

Another round of boos kicks up, but Morgan barrels ahead, looking to bring the promo into the station.

Morgan: And that goes for everyone else here in RCW! None of you people could treat me with some common decency! Instead, I was that stuttering sideshow from the WWE! You’ll regret that decision, believe me. You’ll regret it.

With that, Morgan drops his microphone to the ground and turns around – revealing Twiggy in the picture with a pail in his hands!!

Morgan: What are you doing here, you little….

And that’s all that Morgan can spit out before Twiggy leans forward and throws the contents of the bucket straight into Morgan’s face! Morgan screams out in anger as a gallon of orange paint splashes over his body, and the crowd goes nuts as Twiggy turns to the camera and takes a huge mock bow. As the crowd continues to cheer, Twiggy strikes a Napoleonic pose.

Twiggy: L’orange, c’est moi!

With that, Twiggy darts off down a hallway in the direction of the exit. Morgan, past the shock of the moment, goes lumbering down the hallway after Twiggy, leaving a tail of bright-orange paint drops as he goes.

RATING: 51

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Travis Finity vs. Charly Manson

Finity and Manson start off with a lot of flippy-floppy ‘offense’, if you even want to call it that. After two minutes, it seems more like a gymnastics competition and less like a wrestling match. However, the good stuff starts when Manson gets knocked to the outside, followed by a beautiful suicide dive by Finity that sends Manson slamming backwards into the crowd barrier. With Manson down and possibly out, Finity looks to the crowd and throws both hands in the air, getting the crowd going. With the crowd sufficiently pumped, Finity starts a sprint clear around the ring at full blast. As he rounds the final corner, he aims straight at Manson before nailing a dropkick into the goth’s face, knocking his head back into the barrier once again. Finity picks him up and drags him back to the ring before rolling in himself and making the cover: 1……………………….2…………………….NO! Manson manages to fight up and brawl with Finity, but Finity’s incredible early burst is still in full effect. Finity whips Manson into the ropes, drops him to the canvas with a drop toehold, nails a running dropkick to his side to knock Manson onto his back, and then hits a standing SSP all in one long burst! Finity covers after the standing shooting star, and Frank Stool makes the count: 1………………………2………………….NO!

Finity shakes his head as fast as I’ve ever seen any man do it, then leaps up to the top rope. He jumps off with a missile dropkick, but Charly Manson dodges out of the way, leaving Finity to crash to the ground. Manson doesn’t waste any time, springboarding off the middle rope and twisting around in midair to deliver a picture-perfect leg drop across the throat of Finity! As Finity’s windpipe crumples up, Manson gets to his feet and raises his arms outright in the classic crucifix pose, getting some heat from the crowd for it. Manson turns and spits on Finity’s downed body, which heaves for breath (seemingly at the end of the caffeine rush). Manson heads to the top rope and sets up for his finisher, the Death’s Embrace, which is an absolutely breathtaking moonsault. Manson springs off the top rope, but as he rushes towards the ground, Finity comes springing from his prone position on the mat and plants both feet squarely onto Manson’s falling chest! Manson tumbles in a heap to the ground to Finity’s side, and the crowd goes nuts for the spectacularly athletic move by Finity. Finity, now rejuvenated, grabs Manson off the canvas and drags him into the corner, setting him up for the Finiter! Finity climbs to the top rope, hooks Manson’s head, and leaps off before planting him with the top-rope bulldog! With Manson looking done, referee Frank Stool makes the count: 1……………………2…………………….3!

WINNER: Travis Finity

RATING: 59

CROWD: 40

MATCH: 93 (!!!)

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The Trap Is Set...

We cut backstage, where we see Ian Gomes and Sean Weldon deep in conversation in a corner. The conversation only pauses briefly when an exhausted Travis Finity comes staggering by, causing Gomes and Weldon to snap their heads up and glare at Finity. Travis pays them no attention and goes walking by, leaving Ian to continue briefing Sean.

Gomes: OK, so you understand when you’re supposed to make your presence known to Collyer, right?

Weldon: Yep, I got it. Think it’ll work?

Gomes: If this plan does fail, it shall gnaw my inwards, and nothing can or shall contain my soul. For that reason, dear Sean, this plan MUST work.

Weldon: All right, man. To Francoise.

Gomes: To George Sand.

The two men stare each other in the eye, then shake hands. Weldon looks around, then slips off into the backstage area. Meanwhile, Ian Gomes scans the backstage area before locking in on his target: Nick Collyer standing alone at the catering table, loitering around and looking bored. Ian exhales deeply, replaces his ultra-serious face with a plastered-on grin, and walks over to Nick, striding heavily with purpose.

Gomes: Hay, Nick! How goes it, mate?

Collyer: Oh…hey, Ian, how you doing?

Gomes: Can’t complain, I s’pose. Where’s the rest of your little menagerie?

Collyer: Oh, George and Francoise are backstage getting ready for George’s big match. I kinda felt like a third wheel in there, so I figured I’d get out of their hair. Turns out they didn’t need me on the card tonight either, so I guess it was a bit of a waste for me to even show up.

Gomes: Oh, but won’t you be out at ringside during the match? Cheer on your bloke George and all?

Collyer: Nah, I can’t be out there. Neither can Francoise. Part of this little challenge between the two sides was that neither side could have anyone at ringside or interfering. Try to find out who the ‘best man’ truly is and all.

Gomes: Oh, I see. Well, that’s right good for us then!

Collyer: Come again?

Gomes: Well, I’m not on tonight, and you’re not on tonight…but Johnnie Walker, well, that lad’s on tonight, if you catch my drift.

Ian pulls out a handle of Johnnie Walker with a huge grin on his face, but Nick’s face doesn’t have the same enthusiasm that Ian’s does.

Collyer: Not tonight, Ian. I have a poor head for drinking.

Gomes: Ah, but ‘tis a night of revels!

Collyer: Well, I already had one drink tonight – a toast with George and Francoise for good luck. After that, I don’t dare drink any more. I have to drive home tonight.

Gomes: But I have a stoup of drink here upon me – come and partake!

Collyer: Um….hold on one second, Ian. I’ve got a phone call here.

As Nick steps aside with his phone, Ian’s fake grin evaporates, leaving behind the contemptible sneer that has come to characterize him as of late. As Nick chatters away on the phone, Ian conducts his own one-sided conversation.

Gomes: If I can fasten but one cup upon him with that which he has drunk tonight already, he’ll be as full of quarrel and offense as a young dog. Amongst this flock of drunkards and buffoons am I to put our Collyer to some action.

Ian’s soliloquy comes to an end as Nick Collyer’s phone slaps closed, and a visibly annoyed Collyer comes pacing back over to Ian, with fake smile re-attached.

Gomes: Everything all right, mate?

Collyer: Just annoying relationship stuff, y’know?

Gomes: Perhaps you would prefer to partake after all?

Collyer: …you know, what the hell? I’m not in any hurry to get home now. Pass the bottle.

Gomes: That’s the spirit, Nick my boy! To a wonderful night!

Collyer: To the health of my general, George Sand!

Gomes: Yes…to his health indeed…

As Nick throws down a particularly spirited gulp of the scotch, the sick grin on Ian’s face spreads to its fullest. Ian takes a sip himself and leans back against the table, leaving the bottle squarely in front of Nick Collyer.

RATING: 64

NOTES: Ian Gomes gained overness from this segment. Nick Collyer gained overness from this segment.

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A Verbal Contract

We cut to the ring, where a still-new theme song kicks up. The fans pause for a moment, then give a small pop when Danny Dallas, one of the newest RCW superstars, comes walking through the arena. He looks to both sides of the crowd, then cuts loose with a “HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!,” which a few crowd members return, then makes his way down into the ring with his long strides. He slides into the ring and accepts a microphone from Sound Guy at ringside before turning and facing the 400+ RCW fans again.

Dallas: HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!!!!

A few members of the crowd return the greeting again, but the majority stay silent. Dallas looks at them, shakes his head, then tries again.

Dallas: HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!!!

Crowd: HOLLLLLLLLA!

Danny seems a little more pleased with the results this time, and sees fit to begin the meat of his speech.

Dallas: I may have only been here in Renaissance Championship Wrestlin’ for three shows, but I know this place! Before I got to be the guy in the ring, I was the guy in the crowd! I’ve been watching wrestlin’ my entire life, and I’ve been watching Renaissance Championship Wrestlin’ fer all of ITS life! And you know what its biggest problem is?

The crowd immediately returns to its earlier dueling chants of “FUCK YOU FLASH!” and “FUCK YOU WELL-ING-TON!” from George Sand’s opening segment, which gets a huge laugh in the ring from Danny Dallas. As the chants die down, Dallas composes himself and resumes his diatribe.

Dallas: Y’know what? You folks are exactly damn right! Those two are a HUGE part of the problem I was talkin’ about in here! Here in RCW, you've had nothin’ but people who disrespect you fansat every damn turn! Adam Flash and John Wellington, they don’t care what you have to say! Chance Beckett, you folks cheered for him and he hated all of ya right back! And of course, ya do have some pretty nice guys on the roster. But even they ain’t doing it for YOU! George Sand? Great guy, but he’s doing it for him and his little lady! Twiggy? Goddamned if I know why he does anything! Kid Fantastic – he’s the closest y’all got to someone who actually damn respects ya! But I think ya shouldn’t have to settle! HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!

Crowd: HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!

With the crowd seemingly won over, Dallas’s smile couldn’t be bigger as he continues.

Dallas: What this place needs is someone who does things for all of ya, the people who keep this place open! Wouldn’t be much of a damn business without nobody ta watch it, now would it? So I’m gonna make each and every one of ya, and any other fans that might show up one day, one big ol’ promise. I, Danny Dallas, promise to look out for you, the fans, first and fore-most! Fans as good as you need someone who cares about ya! All I want in return is ta know that ya got my back when I need it? Do we have a deal?

The crowd roars its approval, but Dallas shakes his head at the cheer.

Dallas: Now there’s only one way that Danny Dallas here knows how to seal a verbal contract, as it is, and that’s with one word. So all of ya, on three – one, two, three:

All: HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!!!!

The crowd finishes the cheer, then applauds Danny Dallas as he heads for the back, but not before leaving the crowd with one final “HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!” before disappearing behind the curtain.

RATING: 56

NOTES: Danny Dallas gained overness from this segment.

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Sand vs. Flash Challenge – Match #3

Adam Flash vs. George Sand

And now, the main event, and perhaps the biggest non-title match in RCW history – George Sand and Adam Flash meeting one on one to settle their score once and for all. Adam Flash makes his entrance first, and the atmosphere is full of disdain for Flash. As the boos ricochet around the rafters of the Earl Polero Bingo Hall, Flash just makes his way to the ring, clearly focused on the task at hand. He slumps into the corner, not bothering with his introduction by Joe Wheeler, and waits for his opponent. Just then, George Sand’s music kicks up over the speaker system, which brings the crowd to its feet. George Sand steps up from behind the curtain and into the inferno, getting met by the wave of cheers. Sand slips into the ring and stands tall during his introduction, but wears the same tense facial expression as Flash. The two men turn to face each other in the middle of the ring and stare each other down for a moment. After their staredown, the ring bell chimes, and the showdown is underway.

Both men circle each other, wary to make a mistake so early. After a series of lockups, Flash gets the advantage and knocks George Sand down. Sand pops up, dodges a Flash lariat, then grabs Adam by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Flash bounces back and eats a forearm shiver from Sand, sending Flash bouncing backwards into the ropes. Sand charges forward and clotheslines Flash over the top rope, dropping Flash to the ground outside. Sand climbs out onto the apron and waits for Flash to stagger up, caught off guard by the quick onslaught. As Flash, with his back to Sand, gets to his feet, Sand charges forwards along the length of the ring apron and somersaults forwards before nailing a flipping jawbreaker on Flash! The move has Flash completely laid out on the floor, and has the crowd buzzing for the first time during the match! To follow up, Sand hops back onto the ring apron before falling backwards, laying an elbow drop right across the chest of Flash!

Firmly in control, George Sand rolls Adam Flash into the ring. He goes for a cover, but Adam Flash quickly lays his foot across the rope. Sand grunts to himself and scoops Flash up and tosses him into the corner. Sand charges forward and lays into Flash with a running shoulder block, which catapaults a staggering Flash out of the corner. As Flash stumbles towards George, Sand takes aim and connects with a picture-perfect European uppercut, in the style of Chance Beckett, and goes for the cover: 1…………………….2………no, Adam Flash kicks out! Sand quickly gets up, but Flash trips Sand up as he goes to bounce off the ropes, dropping Sand flat on his face. Both men are on their feet, and Flash gets the jump on Sand with a series of hard rights to the side. Sand manages to block a kick from Flash and goes for a legsweep, but Flash, on one leg, jumps over the leg sweet attempt, hammers his way free, then charges forward and takes down George Sand with a hellacious clothesline!

Flash, now firmly in control, gets to his feet and taunts the crowd, which returns his abuse with a round of their own. As George Sand, dazed by the lariat, gets to his feet, Adam Flash hits a knife-edge chop, then a second, then a third! As Sand reels, Flash reels off his horrible little dance before decimating Sand with the lariat to finish off the Flashdance sequence! Flash goes for the cover: 1………………….2………………NO! Sand takes his time, but kicks out and continues the match! Sand tries to push himself off the canvas, but Flash grabs him from behind around the waist and hoists him overhead, nailing a stiff German suplex! Flash bridges into a pin, and Mike Hunter counts once again: 1…………………..2………………….NO! Sand wriggles his way out of the pin, and the match continues! Flash stands up and climbs to the second rope before nailing a fist drop to Sand’s midsection, then drops into position and locks a rear sleeper on. Flash drains the energy from George Sand’s already-tired body as the #1 contender crawls towards the rope, scraping closer. Finally, he manages to get to the ropes, forcing Flash to release the hold. George gets up and sees a Flash sidekick, in the vein of Katsushi Takemura, coming straight for his head! Sand dodges out of the way of the kick, and finds himself directly behind Adam Flash. In an instant, George Sand has Flash’s arms hooked back before nailing a vicious Dragon suplex! Sand rolls over and makes the count as the crowd chants along: 1…………………………….2…………………………..NO! Adam Flash BARELY kicks out, and the match continues on again!

George Sand seems to have had enough, and signals for the Sands Of Time, looking to end the match and the rivalry here and now! He scoops Flash up off the mat, but Flash manages to keep both feet squarely on the ground when Sand tries to scoop him up into position. Sand fights, but Flash stays grounded, forcing Sand to change strategy. An elbow to Flash’s face sends Flash falling back into the corner, and George Sand quickly pursues. Sand lifts Flash into a sitting position onto the top turnbuckle, then starts to climb the ropes, looking to nail the fallaway moonsault! However, as Sand climbs the ropes, a commotion breaks out in the entrance way, which gets the crowd (and referee’s) attention. George Sand finally notices as he sets up on the top rope and turns to look – and sees Nick Collyer there, looking rather drunk, and in the midst of an all-out brawl with Sean Weldon! George’s face turns to a look of horror, terrified of a possible DQ loss. As Mike Hunter screams at them to cease and desist from the inside of the ring, and a number of RCW staff members trickle down to break up the fight, Adam Flash takes advantage of Sand’s distraction and fires off a series of hard forearms to the face! Sand turns his attention back to Flash, but Flash manages to grab Sand’s head and smash it into the very top of the steel turnbuckle post! Sand’s head flies up after the impact, and Flash plants both hands in Sand’s chest, shoving George off the turnbuckles to the canvas below! As Sand lies there, dazed from the blow, Adam Flash slowly pushes himself to his feet from the top rope. He looks down at George Sand, then leaps off – AND NAILS THE LAST CALL! Flash scrambles into position and makes the cover as the crowd looks on in horror:

..................................ONE!!!!

...............................................................TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

..................................................................................................................................THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The ring bell sounds, and a number of empty containers enter the ring as Adam Flash shoots off the canvas, his face covered with delight. George Sand stirs on the mat, not totally sure where he is, as Nick Collyer and Sean Weldon are at long last separated in the aisle by eight or so RCW employees and wrestlers, including Kid Fantastic and Sam Artino. As Mike Hunter raises Adam Flash’s hand in victory, Tizziana and Katsushi come running down to the ring to celebrate with Flash, who engulfs the pair in a giant hug! Meanwhile, George Sand gets to his feet amidst the boos of the crowd and looks at the trio, who have already left the ring and headed up the aisle, making their way through the tangle of RCW ‘security’. As Sand stares at them, Francoise slips into the ring and walks up to George, nervously embracing him. Sand looks down at her and returns the hug, but turns his attention to the center of the entrance aisle, where his gaze falls squarely on one figure hurling drunken obscenities in the midst of ten others: Nick Collyer.

WINNER and SAND-FLASH CHALLENGE CHAMPION: Adam Flash

RATING: 60

CROWD: 61

MATCH: 74

NOTES: Adam Flash gained overness from this match.

OVERALL: 55

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SEPTEMBER 1, 2007

RCW “HEADQUARTERS”

Me: FUCK!

That was the result of managing to drop a box, filled with the few books I bothered to own, directly onto my foot. That just added to the list of things that were going wonderfully today. Me, being the brilliant moving professional that I am, decided to pack the largest things first. Of course, the first two things I chose to pack were the two largest appliances I own: my refrigerator and my air conditioner. Now, after two hours of loading other random junk into boxes, I was completely drenched in sweat. And when it’s 4 PM on a day with a blazing sun and through-the-roof humidity, a fourteenth-floor apartment can get insanely hot.

It was just the latest in a long line of crap moments over the course of the last month. Indoor Fireworks, our August show, had gone well from a writing point of view, but things were clearly off in the ring. The whole wasn’t nearly equal to the sum of the parts that night. As one of our fans had described it online on the RCW message board (which was a new addition to our rudimentary website thanks to Jack’s technical prowess), it was ‘one of those nights’ that wrestling promotions go through sometimes. For some reason or another, things just hadn’t come together. And that wasn’t the only problem I had that month. The hall I had rented for our October show had kicked us out, saying that they had double-booked it for that night. Also, Sophie had sent out a promo video to the wrong network this month – instead of shipping it to Comedy Central, she had stuck the wrong label on there and sent it back to MTV2, who had already rejected us once before this year. And to top things off, the new apartment that I was renting was adding $100/month to my rent before I even moved in, and it wasn’t going to be ready until tomorrow. So I was kinda stuck in limbo for the night – hopefully the people who were taking over my apartment weren’t planning on showing up until tomorrow, because otherwise I was gonna be crashing with Sophie.

As if on cue, someone rapped on the door from the outside. As I sighed and bemoaned the fact that the new occupants had rolled in, the door swung open and Sophie came darting in. She had some folder in her hand, but that wasn’t what immediately caught my eye. Instead, what startled me was her facial expression – a beaming, non-cynical smile. This was a MAJOR rarity from Sophie. She threw the folder down on the one table that was still out in its normal place, still beaming from ear to ear.

Sophie: Bruce, great news! Great, great news!

Me: Well? Don’t leave me hanging. What’s up? Did Cat Fancy magazine publish a picture of Mr. Whiskers or something?

Sophie: No, it’s not that! It’s…it’s RCW!

Me: YOU’RE excited about RCW? Now this is a first. What happened?

Sophie: You know how I accidentally sent that tape back to MTV2?

Me: …yeah…

Oh please, let this be what I think it is.

Sophie: Well, they’re interested! They want us, Bruce! This company is going to be on national television!

Me: Oh my god….this is great! We made it! What are the details!?!

As I asked, I snatched the papers off the table and started reading them myself, but Sophie’s words were still great to hear.

Sophie: They want us in a slot on Tuesday nights – putting us in the late night slot, I believe. Oh Bruce, this is so exciting!

Me: You’re telling me! This is spectacular news! Wow – we really did it, Sophie. This promotion of mine worked out.

Sophie: Tuesday’s going to be so exciting!

Me: Wait…..THIS Tuesday? You mean we’re going on the air this month? Like THREE DAYS FROM NOW?

Sophie: Well….yeah. The contract runs for 12 weeks, so basically until the end of November. And it starts on Tuesday. So hopefully MTV2 likes it. I still don’t understand WHY they have an MTV2 – was there really enough stupidity that wasn’t making it onto the real MTV that they needed to come up with a second one? It’s just silly to me.

Me: Well, I guess they didn’t have quite enough before – that’s how we got on the air! Still, I’m glad to be a part of it!

Sophie: Oh, Bruce…

But Sophie was cut off with another knock on the door. We both whirled around and looked to the door, where two unfamiliar people were flanking the building manager. My heart dropped into my shoes as I glanced back and forth between the two, then set my gaze on the manager.

Manager: Mr. Hawkins, this is Mr. Henry Trawlor and Mr. Ian Odswerth. They’re the men renting your unit now.

Me: I see….hey, Sophie, you doing anything tonight?

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With RCW now entering the television era, I could use a few new employees. With the Kohl Brothers on strike, we were particularly short on the face tag team side, so that was where I set my eyes. After looking around, I found a team I was a big fan of: The Irish Drinking Team, which consisted of Chris Stylez and Ian Knoxx. There was a bit of a discrepancy between how popular the two men were, but that wasn’t a huge problem in my eye. They were both great workers, and I think they’d be perfect for our tag team division. A quick look at both of them:

Chris Stylez (53 Over, Fun Drunk) – Chris, the (vastly) more over of the two, had a bit of a reputation around the indies. He and Knoxx had been part of a tag team for a while, and they seemed interested in reuniting it, so who was I to complain?

Ian Knoxx (35 Over, Fun Drunk) – Ian wasn’t quite as over as Chris, but his in-ring skills were almost at Chris’s level. The pair would be playing fun-loving drunks, in the vein of Sandman, only with (slightly) cleaner mouths. The tag division definitely needed a duo like that.

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The Irish Drinking Team joined the rest of the RCW roster, which had undergone some changes in overness in the new year. The changes weren’t quite as drastic as they were before, since the workers had started to max out how popular they could get in a situation like RCW, but the entire roster had really started to move their way up the ladder. A quick look at our roster construction was definitely a lot more balanced now – but could still use a little work. Our promotion and roster broke down as follows:

Renaissance Championship Wrestling

Promotion Size: Small

Public Image: 48%

Finances: $8,956,435

Production Values: 50%

Advertising: 31%

Merchandise: 16%

ROSTER:

Adam Flash: 60 (+9)

Charly Manson: 46 (+6)

Chris Stylez: 53 (-)

Danny Dallas: 50 (+3)

Dave Tripps: 49 (+7)

Francoise: 36 (+10)

Fred Laney: 49 (+4)

George Sand: 68 (+8)

Ian Gomes: 51 (+19)

Ian Knoxx: 35 (-)

Jack Hawkins: 12 (+12)

John Wellington: 55 (+3)

Katsushi Takemura: 70 (+5)

Keith Kohl: 40 (+9)

Kent Kohl: 42 (+10)

Kid Fantastic: 51 (+6)

Matt Morgan: 55 (+5)

Nick Collyer: 52 (+12)

Red Hot Russ: 41 (-)

Sam Artino: 43 (-)

Sean Weldon: 49 (+24)

Simon Sanders: 32 (+1)

Sweatsuit Steve: 42 (+8)

Tizziana: 32 (+3)

Travis Finity: 51 (+16)

Twiggy: 48 (+5)

BIG GAINERS:

1) Sean Weldon (+24)

2) Ian Gomes (+19)

3) Travis Finity (+16)

TOP 5 OVERNESS:

1) Katsushi Takemura (70)

2) George Sand (68)

3) Adam Flash (60)

4) John Wellington (55)

5) Matt Morgan (55)

TAG TEAMS:

Kohl Brothers (Keith Kohl & Kent Kohl)

Goldon Boys (Ian Gomes & Sean Weldon)

Irish Drinking Team (Chris Stylez and Ian Knoxx)

Team Flash (Adam Flash & Katsushi Takemura)

TITLE HISTORY:

RCW WORLD TITLE:

1) Chance Beckett: 4/23/06 - 308 days (1)

2) Kid Fantastic: 2/25/07 - 92 days

3) John Wellington: 5/28/07 - 96 days (and counting)

NOTES:

1) Chance Beckett won the title in a four-way match where he pinned Katsushi Takemura. George Sand and Adam Flash were also involved.

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And just because RCW was in the spotlight right now, there was still plenty of other stuff going on in the wrestling world. Now, time for the RCW BULLET POINT NEWZ~!

- A couple of longtime popular names were hanging up the boots around the business. Al Snow had announced his retirement, and finally quit the business on August 31st. Snow had been a casualty of the WWE roster cuts, and had latched on with TNA for the last year or so. Meanwhile, in slightly bigger news, Hulkamania had finally died forever. Hogan, also working for TNA, had recently dropped the NWA World Title and officially called it quits, saying that his hip and knee problems were now so serious that any further work in the wrestling ring would put him in jeopardy of losing their use altogether. That was enough to finally kill Hulkamania. We’ll miss you, Hulkster.

- And somehow, despite the great status of the wrestling business, a lot of major companies were running into a lot of trouble. Sure, the business was in a downswing – but it had dropped a grand total of 10% from its absolute peak, down to 90%. That’s still a boom period in my book. But IWA Puero Rico, the famous wrestling promotion, had filed Chapter 11 bankruptcy last month, closing its doors forever. And they were not alone – Pro Wrestling Guerrilla, down in southern California, had fired a bankruptcy warning, as had Consejo Mundial de Lucha Libre, or CMLL, the Mexican wrestling promotion that had moved its way into the top five wrestling promotions in the world. All of these promotions were ahead of me, and I had to say that I was hoping they bit the dust. Fewer people interested in my workers could only be good news for us.

- However, there were some people in the wrestling business who still had money. A new wrestling promotion, funded by an as-yet-unknown backer, had just opened up a day or two ago. They hadn’t hired a roster yet, but I assumed that was coming soon. That didn’t stop me from being very, very concerned, though. Championship Contest Wrestling, the name of the new promotion, had started up as a Regional company, and their public image was sitting at 49% - just 1% above where we were. Great. JUST great. At least we had TV on our side now. Look out, CCW.

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RCW 2NIGHT

SEPTEMBER 4, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

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Last Month's Fallout

As RCW’s first-ever TV broadcast kicks off, George Sand’s music hits over the speakers, sending the crowd of 198 paying customers to their feet. Sand, the #1 contender to the RCW World Title, makes his way through the curtains with Francoise at his side, but the smile usually plastered on his face is nowhere to be seen as he strides purposefully down to the ring. He slips underneath the bottom rope and takes a microphone, his eyes smoldering with intensity.

George: I’m not going to waste any time. Nick Collyer, get out here now.

The crowd buzzes as Sand drops the microphone to his side and waits. His wait doesn’t last long, as Nick Collyer’s generic rock music hits over the speaker system, signaling the arrival of George Sand’s ‘lieutenant.’ As Collyer makes his way down to the ring, Joe Wheeler talks the RCW fans through the incident as a video clip of the finish to the Sand/Flash match airs. Collyer slips into the ring and gives a nervous nod to Francoise, who gives a forced smile as Nick turns to face George.

Nick: George, listen, I…

George: No, Nick. Be quiet. You are going to listen to my questions and answer them when I direct you to. Do you understand me?

Nick: Um…OK.

George: Now Nick, you were aware of how important last month’s match was, correct? The implications that my match with Adam had?

Nick: Yes.

George: And you were more than aware of the no-interference and no ringside appearances rules, yes?

Nick: Yeah, I know, George…

George: So you knew not to be down there under any circumstances…so you can imagine my surprise when I look down from the top rope and see Nick Collyer with my own two eyes down by the ring! Now Nick, what were you doing down there?

Nick: OK, I can explain. First of all, I’m not gonna lie – I was kinda drunk, so I don’t remember everything perfectly. So…

George:Wait…you were drunk? Why were you drunk backstage?

Nick: Well, I had nothing to do that night, and I wasn’t going to be at ringside, so I was kinda bored. I was thinking about going home, but then Ian and I were talking, and I had a fight with my girl, and Sean picked a fight with me, and…

George: Slow down. Now first things first – you were drinking with Ian?

Nick: Yeah. We were drinking his stuff.

George: OK…well, let’s see if Ian agrees with your version of the story. Ian, if you’re back there, could you come down there? Oh, and while we’re at it – Sean Weldon, you get down here too! We’re going to sort this all out right here, right now!

The fans turn their heads, and Ian Gomes and Sean Weldon quickly make their way out to the ring, without the benefit of music. The two step into the ring and face Sand, who first focuses his attention on Sean Weldon.

George: Sean, I only have one question for you: Who started things here – you, or Nick?

Sean: It was Nick. I was walking by to find Ian, and this drunken idiot picked a fight with me. I defended myself, just like you would, and next thing I know we’ve spilled out here!

Nick: That’s a lie! He knocked me down and started going at me! I was the one defending myself, not him!

Sean: Shove it, lightweight! Learn how to drink!

Nick: Fuck you!

George: SHUT UP!

Silence finally envelops the ring as George turns to the one man yet to speak – Ian Gomes, who seems to be doing his best to stay in the background.

George: Ian, you were the only other person there. Honest, Ian – who began this?

Ian: I…I cannot speak any beginnings to this peevish quarrel.

George: Ian, give me the name of how this rout began. This cost me my match against Adam Flash – you understand how intense that rivalry was, Ian. You know. I need to know who did this.

Ian finally looks George in the eye, and George looks slightly startled at the momentary fire that gleams in Ian Gomes’ eyes. But just as suddenly, the fire disappears and Ian’s quiet, submissive demeanor returns.

Ian: I would wish but that this did not touch me so near – I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth than it should do offense to Nick Collyer.

Collyer just gapes at Gomes, his mouth slack-jawed from surprise as George waits to hear Ian continue.

Ian: This is it, George. As Nicholas and I lay at leisure, imbibing the finest of God’s spirits, his temper ran from tranquil to terrible in but a moment. Surely you are aware that Nicholas does not have a head for liquor, yes?

George only gives a simple nod, and Ian continues.

Ian: Sir, this man Sean Weldon, did entreat himself to Nick Collyer, but Collyer set upon him with determined sword to execute upon him. They, swift of foot, outran my purpose, and I was powerless to withhold further blows. But men are men; the best sometimes forget. Though Collyer did some little wrong to him, as men in rage strike those that wish them best, yet surely Collyer I believe received some strange indignity, that did later flee from him, which surely led to this debacle.

Nick: That’s not true! Sean Weldon attacked me! He came up to me with the intent of fighting me! Flash probably had him do it! Ian, you saw it! I didn't start it, Ian! I...I didn't, did I?

George: Nick, that’s enough. Ian – this is exactly what happened, correct?

Ian: I do swear it, George.

George: OK – well, thank you George, and Sean, I’m very sorry you got involved in all of this.

Sean: No problem, no problem. Just keep him on a shorter leash.

George: Well, his leash won’t be my problem anymore.

Nick: What...?

George: Nick, I love you, but after this – you’re my lieutenant no more.

Nick: But George…

Francoise: George…let’s go.

George: Goodbye, Nick.

And with that, George and Francoise slip out of the ring with their music playing, leaving Weldon and Gomes alone in the ring with Nick Collyer. As Nick just stands there in disbelief over the entire incident, Gomes and Weldon go to leave the ring, with Ian shaking his head in disgust over the entire incident. As Weldon and Gomes disappear up the aisleway, though, the camera gets an excellent shot of a giant, evil grin spreading across Ian’s face right before they disappear behind the curtain.

RATING: 61

NOTES: Sean Weldon gained overness from this segment. Ian Gomes gained overness from this segment. Nick Collyer gained overness from this segment.

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Charly Manson & Red Hot Russ vs. Irish Drinking Team

The Irish Drinking Team definitely took a page out of the Sandman playbook, with both of them coming out with beers in their hands. Of course, they had Guinness – gotta be classy and spend the extra fifty cents to make the gimmick come alive. The crowd gave them a good reaction, with Stylez getting a particularly nice ovation from connoisseurs of his work on the indy scene. Meanwhile, the other new debut, Red Hot Russ, didn’t get any real reaction to start with. That changed during the match, however. Russ was constantly badgering EVERYONE from the apron – the Drinking Team, referee Frank Stool, even his own partner, Charly Manson. Pretty soon, it seemed like everyone in the building wanted to kill him. The Irish Drinking Team dominats early, but Manson finally gets an advantage over Ian Knoxx in the ring and promptly starts to celebrate in the best way that a Goth knows how: hitting the crucifix pose and looking sullenly pompous. Of course, this got a bitchy comment from Russ on the ring apron, telling Manson to shove the taunting and tag him in. This sets Manson off, who starts screaming at Russ, calling him a conformist pig who doesn’t understand. As they scream at each other, Knoxx manages to recover and knocks down Manson before heading up top and nailing the Drunk Dive, a simple bodysplash, and the Irish Drinking Team win their RCW debut!

WINNERS: The Irish Drinking Team

RATING: 54

CROWD: 48

MATCH: 72

NOTES: Chris Stylez and Ian Knoxx debuted their new gimmicks (Fun Drunks), it got a positive response. Red Hot Russ debuted his new gimmick (Annoying), it got a positive response.

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Trippin' With: Adam Flash

After the tag match, the Trippin’ set is quickly assembled in the ring – the new and improved Trippin’ set, that is. With the MTV2 signing, we really put together a decent set that was modeled on the MTV News setup, with some help from an MTV employee or two. It looked good, and Dave was clearly quite proud of it. As he made his way to the ring, with his news music now replaced by the MTV News music, the fans give him a warm reception.

Tripps: To the studio audience, as well as the viewers at home tuning in to the debut of RCW 2Night, I’d like to welcome you to the hottest show in wrestling today – Trippin’ With Dave Tripps, featuring me, Dave Tripps! MTV is home to one of the hippest and most current news departments in America, and Trippin’ is no exception! Trippin’ will allow every single person watching Renaissance Championship Wrestling to get to know the news and stars of RCW in a way you never thought possible! And tonight, Trippin’ plays host to a man who registered one of the biggest victories in RCW history last month at RCW Indoor Fireworks! Please join me in giving a warm Trippin’ welcome to the one, the only, Mr. Adam Flash!

The crowd fails to follow Dave’s instructions, instead meeting him with a stirring round of boos. Flash, however, couldn’t seem to care less. As he makes his way to the ring, flanked by Tizziana, his smile spans from ear to ear, and his normal entrance music has been replaced by music better fit for a parade. Tizziana keeps herself occupied, throwing confetti into the air over Flash as Adam waves regally to his ‘adoring’ fans, who continue the cavalcade of boos as the victory procession makes its way to the ring. Flash steps into the ring and raises his hands in the Nixon ‘V for Victory’ pose while Tizziana throws confetti all over the ring, getting it all over Dave Tripps in the process. As Dave tries to get confetti out of his hair, Flash takes a seat at the Trippin’ desk, still looking very content in his victory.

Tripps: Well…that was quite an introduction, Mr. Flash – welcome to the Trip.

Flash: Thank you, Dave – of course, who else could you have on this show besides me after my historic win last month?

Tripps: …of course. And congratulations to you on that win over George Sand.

Flash: Thank you, Dave. It feels SO good to be the winner – everyone out there who doubted me has to choke on it now! I’m #1! More confetti!

On cue, Tizziana starts throwing more confetti around, which Dave Tripps does his best to dodge as he tries to regain control of his show.

Tripps: Hah….yes….now, Mr. Flash, do you feel that George Sand deserves a rematch?

Flash: You’re kidding me, right newsboy? That match settled the score! I came out on top, game over! Did you think that Al Gore deserved a rematch in 2000?

Tripps: Actually…

Flash: Or did you think that the Rams deserved a rematch when they lost the Super Bowl to the Patriots a few years ago? No! I won!

Tripps: But as you saw in tonight’s opening segment, George Sand was distracted by a questionable brawl between Sean Weldon and Nick Collyer.

Flash: So?

Tripps: Well, there are a few questions around this. And one of these concerns you, Mr. Flash – Nick Collyer accused you at one point of possibly instigating that brawl. Is there any truth to that rumor?

Flash: Now they’re just grasping at straws. George Sand can’t deal with the fact that I was, in fact, the better man! I’ve been telling him all along, and now he can’t face the truth!

Tripps: So you have no problems about the way you won your match, then?

Flash: Look, Tripps, it’s this simple – myself, and the people around me, we’re all winners! Hell, Tizziana’s gonna prove what a winner she is in a moment when she fights a man right here in this ring and beats him! But now, we’re talking about me and my win – now, do you have any other questions for me or what?

Tripps: Well – no, I suppose I do not. Congratulations on your victory, however it may have been attained.

Flash: OK, that’s enough. You’re just like Sand – you can’t deal with my superiority either! Well, here’s a little taste of superiority for you!

With that, Flash grabs a handful of confetti out of Tizziana’s bag and throws it into Dave Tripps’ face. As Tripps shields his face, Flash jumps over the desk and attacks Tripps, laying into him with everything he has! The crowd’s boos are deafening, but Tizziana’s shrill voice can be heard over the noise screaming on Flash. After beating Tripps into submission for a solid 15 seconds, Flash gets back up to his feet and resumes his victory celebration, much to the ire of the fans in attendance.

RATING: 61

NOTES: Dave Tripps gained overness from this segment.

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Sweatsuit Steve vs. Tizziana

I can only imagine how thrilled Steve was when he showed up at the building that day and saw the booking sheet posted. I’m sure he knew what was planned for him the second he saw it, but just to be sure, he recruited Nick Collyer to come in and double-check the booking plans. As Steve makes his way down to the ring, where Tizziana lies in wait for him, you can just see the hatred in his eyes. The match starts out gently, with Steve completely going through the motions. He knocks Tizziana down and pulls at her hair from behind, not getting too physical. After a few minutes, a low-blow from Tizziana helps to turn the tide, and the female takes the offensive against Steve. She hits a weak-looking DDT, but Steve manages to kick out at two to keep the match going. Tizziana tries to set Steve up for the Jersey Girl, but Steve easily powers out of it before hitting a snap suplex on Tizziana. Steve rolls over and covers her, but referee Frank Stool is nowhere to be seen – Adam Flash, at ringside, has him distracted, occupying his attention! Steve walks over, looking resigned, and feebly argues with Flash, who jumps up and guillotines Steve on the top rope. As Steve staggers backwards, Tizziana grabs him from behind and rolls him up: 1…………………2……………………..3! Tizziana jumps up and celebrates with a banshee-esque scream, Adam Flash jumps into the ring and celebrates with her, and Steve simply slips out of the ring and heads to the back, his face drawn to prevent any anger from being broadcast.

WINNER: Tizziana

RATING: 33

CROWD: 44

MATCH: 22

NOTES: Sweatsuit Steve was sluggish and didn't put much effort in. Sweatsuit Steve lost overness from this match. Tizziana gained overness from this match.

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The Champ Speaks

After Flash and Tizziana finish their celebration and head to the back, the crowd relaxes, seemingly booed out. Of course, they’re forced to dig down deep as John Wellington’s music hits over the speakers and the champion makes his way out to the ring. He pats his title as he takes a microphone in the center of the ring and scans the building, staring out at the two hundred people gathered for the show.

Wellington: Well, well, well. Somehow, someway, RCW got itself onto national television. Now most people out there are gonna say that’s a great thing for a place like this – lots of exposure, new viewers, new fans. All that good stuff. But I think that in fact, this is gonna be the beginning of the end of RCW! You see, people are right about one thing – RCW will get a LOT of exposure now. And when people turn their dials to MTV2 and watch RCW 2Night, they’re gonna notice one man who clearly outclasses everyone else, who shines like a supernova! That, my friends, is yours truly, the RCW World Champion, Mr. John Wellington!

This shameless act of self-promotion has the crowd all over Wellington, but the champion clearly isn’t done.

Wellington: And if the average idiot fans can see how much better I am, just imagine what Vince McMahon’s gonna see from Stamford! You see, before now, I was buried in the rough amidst a load of undeserving crap in some second-rate bingo hall! But now, I’m getting beamed out to them! The only reason I’m still here is because nobody thought that anyone as good as me could be stuck in such a goddamn dump! But that is about to change, folks! Soon, RCW will be without the one competent employee it has!

A small “GET THE FUCK OUT!” chant starts up in the crowd, but Wellington ignores it to the best of his ability, while I talk to Sound Guy about censoring the chant in the 90 minutes of turn-around between the tape schedule and the broadcast.

Wellington: And this brings me to my other point….my match against George Sand. Now George, you and I had been planning on doing battle last month – but then you backed down and asked for a month-long stay of execution, which I so graciously granted to you. Then, we were scheduled to fight at Carnaval, which takes place a few weeks from now. But now, Renaissance Championship Wrestling is on television, and I’m not long for this roach pit! If we wait to do this match until the end of the month, I’ll be wrestling at Unforgiven or Unbreakable! So with that in mind, my charitable mind went to work – why not give RCW one memorable moment before the golden goose flies the coop? Therefore, next week here on RCW 2Night, I will defend my RCW World Title against George Sand, in a match with a stipulation of my choosing, as per my agreement with George Sand.

The crowd actually pops for this one, and Wellington does a brief double-take at the sound of cheers before wrapping up the interview.

Wellington: So RCW fans, get ready to see your hero in action one last time. God knows where I’ll be ending up, but it’ll surely be a little further up the ladder than this one-horse town! And George – just because I’ll be moving on, don’t think I’m taking it easy on you. I plan on walking out on this place with the only other asset RCW has – a big, golden belt.

RATING: 73

NOTES: John Wellington gained overness from this segment.

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Travis Finity vs. Danny Dallas

The main event of the first-ever RCW 2Night wasn’t the most star-studded match we had ever put together, but that wasn’t a huge deal to me. I wanted to give two guys who were lower-card faces to get out there and show what they could do. I was hoping that one of them would be able to step up and move towards the upper card, so this was a big tryout match for both of them. As I set myself up in front of a monitor, the match has just gotten underway. Both men start out strong, with Dallas trying to overpower the lightning-fast Travis Finity, but to no avail. Finity uses his blazing-fast speed to run circles around Dallas, and catches him with a spectacular flipping leg lariat that gets a two count on Dallas. Danny manages to finally faze Finity with a quick jab followed up by a discus clothesline that sends Travis to the mat. Dallas doesn’t waste any time, immediately locking on a seated dragon sleeper, forcing Travis down into the mat. However, Finity manages to twist his legs upwards and fights his way into a sitting position on Dallas’ shoulders before rolling forward and getting the pin on Dallas: 1…………………………..2……………….NO! Dallas manages to kick out, but the crowd starts to get fired up over the spectacular moves.

Dallas and a heavily-breathing Finity, who seems to be losing his edge, lock up and battle, with Dallas using his superior strength to take an advantage. He backs Finity into the turnbuckles and lays a series of shoulder blocks into him. He whips Finity across the ring to the opposite corner, then sprints forward and hits a big Stinger splash in the corner! With Finity dazed, Dallas hoists him up to the top rope and connects with a ring-shaking superplex, then goes for the cover: 1…………………2…………………..NO! Finity kicks out at the last moment, and the match goes on. As both men slowly get up, Dallas goes to hammer away on Finity once again, but Finity, in a lightning-quick movement, catches Dallas’s foot and sweeps his other leg out from under him, knocking him on his back. Dallas gets up, but Finity hits a moonsault dropkick, then follows up with a standing shooting star press into the cover: 1……………………………..2……………………………3! NO! Finity can’t believe it, but Dallas did indeed kick out at the last moment! Travis gets to his feet and goes for a suplex, but Dallas blocks it, as well as a follow-up attempt. Finity bounces off the ropes and goes for a running leg scissors takedown, but Dallas gets his arms up and blocks the move, sending Finity tumbling to the mat. He pops up, but Dallas pops him in the gut, doubling him over. Dallas takes the advantage and scoops Finity up before planting him into the mat with his version of the Michinoku Driver, which he calls the Double D Driver. He hooks the leg and covers as Mike Hunter makes the count: 1………………………2……………………..3! Danny Dallas wins the first main event in RCW 2Night history! He and Finity stare each other down, then shake hands and play to the crowd as the first-ever 2Night comes to an end.

WINNER: Danny Dallas

RATING: 53

CROWD: 44

MATCH: 75

OVERALL: 55

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With the show over, I was feeling pretty good about things. But as I headed towards the locker room, one figure was waiting for me: Steve Unferth, the man behind the sweatsuit. I looked at him for a moment with a bemused look, which wasn’t much of a match for the fury etched on his face.

Me: You know, Steve, I like to see better effort from my wrestlers in the ring than what you did tonight. You looked a little sluggish out there, you know?

Steve: Oh, that’s it. That’s IT, Bruce. I put up with your crap – I was going to outlast you, be the bigger man. But you’ve made that absolutely impossible. I haven’t dealt with someone this petulant and juvenile since grade school. You should be absolutely ashamed of yourself, and thank god that the locker room doesn’t see things the way I do – not yet, at least.

Me: What, is that a threat?

Steve: The only threat to this company is you, Bruce. You’re a walking timebomb. You can go ahead and blame others all you want, but when this place goes under, it’ll be your fault. It’s just a shame I won’t be here to see that. I quit.

With that, Steve turns on a dime and walks off with a sense of smug satisfaction in his step. Good riddance, I thought. A couple of editorial comments on his unprofessional behavior when I made the transaction notice, and I didn’t see a lot of work going Steve’s way over the next year or two. One more headache gone. Like I said – I always win.

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A few brief news and notes from around the business:

- I got the second flattering comment in my wrestling career the other day – a job offer from Border City Wrestling, currently sitting as the #7 promotion in North America. Despite high Cult status, and a war chest nearly twice the size of mine at $17.5 million (that, more importantly, was NOT my own money), I had to turn it down. RCW was my baby, and I gave BCW the same answer that I gave to Les Thatcher and HWA – I wasn’t for sale

- Unfortunately, my roster was. The recently-opened Championship Contest Wrestling, which was neck and neck with me in public image, made a big signing to an open contract – Adam Flash, one of my most important workers. Flash said he had no intention of leaving his RCW commitments, but it’s never good to see one of your biggest stars working for your two biggest competitors – which was exactly what Flash was doing with NWA: Old School Rulez and CCW.

- MTV2 was extremely happy with the rating we had put up – we had basically maxed out our time slot, so everyone was delighted. I had thought about asking for a prime time slot, but six slots a week was probably the right way to go for now. I didn’t want to jump in over our heads too early, and we didn’t have enough talent signed up to written deals quite yet. Maybe in a few months, we’d be ready. Until then, though, we’ll stick with maxing our time slot and becoming the darlings of MTV2. They did ask us to improve our production values, though - it would cost us a decent chunk of cash, but it was worth it if it kept us on TV.

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RCW 2NIGHT

SEPTEMBER 11, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

Matt Morgan vs. Danny Dallas

Main eventing one day, and curtain jerking the next. Last month’s main-event winner, Danny Dallas, got a pair of dubious challenges: being the first man out after a 9/11 memorial video to open the show, and going against the as-yet unstoppable RCW monster, Matt Morgan. However, Dallas has some early success against the giant, hammering away again and again before dodging away, staying just out of reach. However, Morgan finally manages to block Dallas’ attempt at a discus clothesline in mid-“HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!” before drilling Danny into the canvas with a big boot straight to the face. Morgan steps on Dallas’ chest, crushing the wind out of his chest, before picking him up into a hangman choke, further cutting off his air supply. Dallas manages to fight his way out with some well-placed elbows before springing off the ropes and taking Morgan down with a shoulder tackle. Dallas lets loose with a “HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!” and tries to lift Morgan for the Double D Driver (which, ironically, would be the 3D), but Morgan’s simply too heavy for Dallas to lift. As Dallas releases Morgan, Morgan goes right onto the offensive, getting control over the match. After nailing a spinning sitout powerbomb, Morgan gets Dallas up – and delivers the Mount Morgan Drop! 1……………………2………………….3!! As Morgan gets to his feet, he doesn’t seem quite happy with the devastation he’s already wrought, and starts stomping away at Dallas. Morgan scoops him up for a second Mount Morgan Drop, but the crowd bursts into cheers as Twiggy, with a orange spray-painted steel chair in hand, comes sprinting down the ramp and hits the ring! He swings at Morgan and drills the giant squarely in the head, dropping him to the outside of the ring.

WINNER: Matt Morgan

RATING: 59

CROWD: 53

MATCH: 66

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Class Is In Session!

As the crowd cheers for Twiggy, the Bizarre One calls for a microphone from ringside, which Sound Guy begrudgingly provides. Twiggy takes the microphone into the ring and poofs his orange afro wig, which still sits atop his tiny head, then begins his speech.

Twiggy: Matt Morgan – more like FAT Morgan!

The crowd takes a moment, then pops for this statement, much to the delight of Twiggy. I think that third graders would have found that joke degrading to their intelligence, which made it perfect for the Polero-heavy audience. After a Eugene-esque moment of clapping his hands together, Twiggy continues.

Twiggy: Matt Morgan doesn’t, like, understand what fun is! If he beats up Danny Dallas, what will Debbie do? He’d stop Danny from having fun! And everyone should get to have fun! Everyone except people who like ballpoint pens – they don’t deserve fun at all! And they know why! And Matt Morgan, I bet you like ballpoint pens more than any other KIND of pen!

Even our Twiggy-loving crowd can’t wrap their heads around this one and just shrugs it off, waiting for more incoherent ramblings.

Twiggy: Matt Morgan, I accept your offer to tutor you in the art of having fun! I will be your professor, and Senor Naranja will be your assistant professor!

With that, Twiggy raises the orange chair into the air – which has a big, goofy face with a giant bushy mustache drawn onto the seat. The crowd gives a huge pop for Senor Naranja, and Twiggy does a quick dance around the ring with him before setting him in the corner, with the face staring straight at Twiggy in the center of the ring.

Twiggy: Matthew Morganstein, Senor Naranja and I will be watching you very closely to see if you have understood how to have fun here in the RCofW! This will be very difficult – sometimes you will be tested, and sometimes tested will you be, and sometimes tested art thou! Tests can be hard, but our tests will be fun! And your most important test will be at Carnaval! You and me will test each other – but first, you have to pass Senor Naranja’s pop quizzes! Good luck, nagroM!

The crowd has absolutely no idea what the whole pop quiz and test thing was about, but they did figure out that Twiggy wanted to fight Matt Morgan at Carnaval, and that Twiggy clearly had more in mind for Matt Morgan (something to do with those pop quizzes), so Twiggy gets a huge ovation as he heads to the back with Senor Naranja in tow.

RATING: 59

NOTES: Twiggy gained overness from this segment.

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I Say **** Authority!

We cut backstage, where Jack is standing around with a clipboard, doing his best to look busy. Of course, I knew he didn’t have to try very hard – he had his notes from statistics on that clipboard and had been studying furiously whenever he could get a chance. TV was definitely wreaking some havoc on his schedule, but he was really good at planning out his time and working around it. As Jack pored over his ‘notes’, some off-camera noise gets louder and louder until Fred Laney, covered in a sweat and looking more muscular than ever, comes barging into the camera shot, his eyes locked squarely on Jack.

Laney: Hey, clipboard, answer me a question: Why the hell don’t I have a match here tonight?

Jack: Um…I’m not sure, Mr. Laney. I don’t really schedule that sort of….

Laney: Listen to me, you punk! I’m here, I’m in my gear, and I want a match here TONIGHT!

Jack: Well – I don’t really get to do that, Mr. Laney. I just help around here and…

Jack doesn’t get another word out as Laney absolutely decks him with a Wonderpunch, sending the clipboard flying off camera and dropping Jack backwards into a pile of equipment!! Laney’s not done yet, grabbing Jack off the ground and throwing him face-first into the nearest wall a few times. Finally, Laney gets a running start and throws Jack over the pile of equipment he originally landed on. As Jack goes skidding to a stop against the far wall of the backstage area, Fred Laney smirks at Jack’s fallen body.

Laney: You have two goddamn minutes to get someone, anyone, out there to fight me! Otherwise, me and you get to have Round 2 – and you don’t look like you’re answering the bell anytime soon, jackass. Now get me a match NOW!

Laney goes stomping off towards the ring as Jack tries to press himself up from off the ground. He has a small cut on his forehead, but looks dazed more than anything else. After shaking it off, Jack immediately starts looking around the backstage area frantically for anyone to send out to fight Fred Laney.

RATING: 53

NOTES: Jack Hawkins gained overness from this segment.

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Fred Laney vs. ???

Out in the ring, Fred Laney stalks back and forth while periodically looking up at the clock on the wall of the Polero Bingo Hall, counting off the two minutes. The crowd lends a hand, counting down the final few seconds for Laney. As the crowd hits zero, and a ticked-off Fred Laney goes to climb out of the ring, music hits over the speakers and Sam Artino comes walking out from behind the curtain, making his first RCW appearance in months. Laney nods his head, satisfied that he has an opponent, and gets back into the ring, awaiting Artino. The two men, both on the larger side of RCW employees, immediately go at it in a smash-mouth brawl, with neither man able to gain an advantage. Artino keeps going for his slowdown offense, but every time he manages to lock Laney into a bearhug, Laney frees himself and goes right back on the offensive. However, Artino manages to dodge an attempt at a spear from Laney before backing him into the corner and laying a few chops against Laney’s bare chest. Artino takes the wobbly Laney and goes for a Canadian backbreaker, looking to end the match with the Tribute right then and there, but Laney escapes once again. Artino whirls around and eats a Wonderpunch from Laney, who heads to the corner, sizing up Artino. Sam gets to his feet, but immediately takes a vicious spear, knocking him to the ground! Laney covers: 1……………………..2……………………..3!, and Laney picks up the victory!

WINNER: Fred Laney

RATING: 55

CROWD: 47

MATCH: 63

NOTES: Sam Artino didn't really sell very much, which hurt the match rating.

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The Fantastic One Speaks!

We cut backstage once again, where Kid Fantastic is standing by with a microphone in front of a fenced-off area. The crowd gets a “KID FAN-TAS-TIC!” chant up and running in the arena, and Fantastic lets the chant run for a while before raising his microphone to speak.

Fantastic: Tonight – next, in fact – John Wellington defends his RCW World Title against George Sand. And you cannot imagine how much it pains me to say the words ‘his RCW World Title.’ That title was stolen from me in a manner befitting highway robbery. Wellington cheated to win it, and then never gave me my rematch! Wellington thinks he’s being poetic, being clever, repaying some self-conceived wrongs that were committed against him! But those wrongs exist nowhere but inside your head, Wellington! Instead, all you’re doing is exactly what you’ve complained about for your entire stay here in RCW! You’re not letting the most deserving candidate, and a former champion, have a fair chance at winning that belt! All you’ve proven is that the way you spell Wellington is H-Y-P-O-C-R-I-T-E!

The fans pop for Fantastic’s accusations, but the Kid clearly isn’t done.

Fantastic: Now George Sand is a great wrestler, and he deserves his title shot tonight. And I’m certainly rooting for him – good luck tonight, George. Hopefully we’ll be meeting in a match for that title very, very soon. But Wellington, no matter what happens tonight, don’t think that I’ve forgotten about you. You’ve taken my title, and you’ve taken my chance for revenge, but you haven’t taken away my desire!

This line gets a big cheer from Fantastic, who’s looking extremely fired up right now.

Fantastic: So John, if you keep that belt, you better know that a match with me is in your future. You can’t keep me down for long! And before you go spouting off some nonsense about Stamford and Orlando and the big time, I’ll make a little bet with you. If you keep that belt tonight, and you’re still here in RCW in, say, three months, then I get my title shot that you’ve denied me. And if you moved on – well, what the hell do you care? You said that you don’t give a crap about this place. Let’s see how confident you REALLY are, John! And have fun taking on a REAL wrestler tonight, Wellington. You’re gonna need it.

RATING: 60

NOTES: Kid Fantastic gained overness from this segment.

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RCW WORLD TITLE MATCH

MYSTERY STIPULATION

John Wellington © vs. George Sand

George Sand, with Francoise at his side, is the first man out to the ring. The crowd gives Sand a MASSIVE ovation, looking at their best chance to get the RCW Title off the waist of John Wellington. As Sand and Francoise pose in the ring, Francoise looks nervous. As George whispers to her, his music cuts out to be replaced by John Wellington’s music, signaling the arrival of the RCW World Champion. Wellington struts out into the arena with the title belt slung over his shoulder, a smirk riding high on his face, and a live microphone in his hand.

Wellington: So, George, you interested in hearing exactly what our little stipulation is tonight?

At this point, Francoise grabs a microphone away from Joe Wheeler and quickly responds, her voice tinged with anger.

Francoise: It doesn’t MATTER what the stipulation is! No matter what it is, everyone here in Brooklyn knows that George Sand is the best wrestler in Renaissance Championship Wrestling, and that you don’t have a chance in hell!

This gets a nice pop from the crowd, but Wellington’s grin doesn’t change one iota. As George and Francoise look on impatiently, the champion takes his time before raising his microphone once again.

Wellington: Well, little lady, that’s a very sweet sentiment. Well, if your ‘man’, if you can even call him that, doesn’t need the help, I suppose I should take you at your word. You see, tonight’s match won’t be a ladder match, or a cage match, or a Texas death match, or any of those things. You see, this will be a simple straight singles match – with just one tiny, teensy little twist. Mr. Hunter – yes, you, Mike Hunter!

Mike Hunter, standing in the ring, looks stunned at being directly referred to, but Wellington glares a hole into him while still keeping that grin plastered on his face.

Wellington: Mr. Hunter, your services will not be required tonight. Thank you very much – you may head to the back now.

Mike looks at George, Francoise, and Joe Wheeler before shaking his head and heading up the ramp to the back, looking annoyed at being taken off the job. Wellington waits just a moment more, then resumes.

Wellington: Well, now all we need is for our special guest referee to come out here and get this match underway! So, will the entire Earl Polero Bingo Hall, the MTV2 viewing audience, and George and Francoise especially, please give a rousing welcome to our special guest referee for the evening – MR. NICK COLLYER!

Francoise’s face is completely shocked, while George just looks furious as Nick Collyer, dressed in a referee’s shirt, comes walking out from behind the curtain. As he passes by John Wellington, he doesn’t even make eye contact. He slides into the ring, and the sullen look on his face is clear as he gets up and talks quickly to Joe Wheeler, who exits the ring. As John Wellington makes his way down to the ring, Nick turns to George and Francoise with an apologetic look on his face, as if saying ‘What could I do?’ George doesn’t even acknowledge his looks, while Francoise gives him a quick hello and an understanding smile before hopping out of the ring and setting up in George’s corner. With both Wellington and Sand now ready, Nick Collyer looks at both men before heading to the corner and calling for the bell to start the match.

Sand and Wellington stalk each other and lock up a few times, with neither man getting an advantage. Wellington and Sand engage in some technical repartee, with each man parrying the other’s advances at some weak offense. Wellington goes for a hiptoss, but Sand does a full front flip, lands on his feet, and hits a hiptoss of his own, taking Wellington to the mat. Wellington shoots up quickly and manages to overpower Sand, taking him down to the corner and laying into him with a series of chops. However, Sand fires off chops of his own before hitting a snap suplex on Wellington. Wellington gets up slower this time, and Sand bounces off the mat before hitting the champion with a running leg lariat. Sand goes for the cover, and Nick drops into position and makes a perfectly clean count: 1………………….2……………and Wellington kicks out!

As Sand picks Wellington up, a thumb to Sand’s eye halts the momentum. As Wellington gets up, he looks unhappy with Collyer, barking at the referee, but Nick just shrugs it off and orders Wellington back to the match. Wellington, looking pissed that his plan seems to have backfired, wrenches Sand’s arm and twists him around before pulling him in for a lariat, leveling the challenger! Wellington doesn’t release Sand and pulls him back up before nailing a second lariat, but Wellington isn’t don’t yet. He hoists George up and goes for a third, but Sand ducks underneath it before hitting a DDT, spiking Wellington into the mat! As Francoise cheers on at ringside, Nick Collyer makes the count: 1………………………..2……………………..NO! Wellington shakes his head and tries to get up, but Sand quickly forces Wellington into the corner and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Sand climbs the ropes himself and grabs the champion before nailing his fallaway moonsault slam straight into a pin attempt! 1………………………………2………………………………NO! Wellington just gets his shoulder up, and the match continues! Sand has a quick word for Collyer, but Collyer gives just as brief an answer and gets the match back underway.

Sand heads to the top rope, waiting for Wellington to get to his feet, but Wellington shoves Collyer into the ropes, knocking Sand off the top to the outside with a huge thud! As Collyer gets his balance back and admonishes Wellington, threatening him with a DQ, Wellington slides to the outside and throws Sand into the ring barrier. Francoise, right there, screams at Wellington to stop, but the champion tosses Sand face-first into the ringpost before scooping him up and re-entering the ring. Wellington goes for the cover, and Nick makes the count: 1…………………………….2………………………and Sand kicks out! Wellington picks Sand up and hits a Russian leg sweep and goes for another quick cover, hooking the leg: 1………………………………….2…………………………..NO! Sand kicks out again, and Wellington looks extremely annoyed with the ordeal. Wellington picks Sand up and drags him in before throwing him overhead with a textbook belly-to-belly suplex! Sand skids across the ring to the ropes, and Wellington goes for the cover: 1…………………………………2………………………….and Nick Collyer stops the count, pointing out George Sand’s foot draped across the rope!

As Collyer points to the foot, Wellington stares at Collyer before screaming in his face, then slides to the outside of the ring, fuming. Wellington heads straight for the ringside table and grabs a steel folding chair (this one is NOT painted orange) before slipping back into the ring. George Sand is starting to stand up against the ropes, trying to get his footing back, as Nick Collyer checks on his condition. Francoise’s shouts get Nick’s attention just as the champion barrels past the startled referee and winds up, taking dead aim at George Sand’s skull! He swings – and stops, as Nick Collyer grabs the chair on the backswing, not allowing John Wellington to swing the chair! Wellington’s eyes bulge out and the champion lets loose with a verbal tirade against Nick Collyer while pulling away at the chair, trying to sell the move to the referee. Collyer isn’t having any of it and continues to fight the tug of war with Wellington. Suddenly, Wellington lets go of the chair – and the momentum sends the chair, still in Nick Collyer’s hands, flying backwards straight into the head of George Sand! As Nick Collyer looks on, dumbstruck, John Wellington sprints forward and quickly doubles George Sand over before lifting him up and nailing the E. Coli Driver! Wellington covers George Sand and screams at Collyer to make the count. Collyer looks down at the situation for a moment, seemingly heartbroken, before dropping to his knees and counting: 1……………………………………………………….2…………………………………………………3! John Wellington retains the RCW World Title with the inadvertent help of Nick Collyer! Nick checks on George Sand, who isn’t moving, as Francoise slides into the ring and checks on the health of her man as well. As they check on George, John Wellington climbs the turnbuckles and celebrates with the belt that still belongs to him – the RCW World Title.

WINNER and STILL RCW WORLD CHAMPION: John Wellington

RATING: 74

CROWD: 69

MATCH: 80

NOTES: Nick Collyer gained overness from this match. John Wellington gained overness from this match.. The RCW World title has gained in image.

OVERALL: 62

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- I had brought back Sam Artino to the RCW fold last week after Steve’s departure from the company, hoping that he could help pick up the slack on the jobber scale. Of course, after watching the match, I remembered why I didn’t want him around. He did a lousy job of selling, and more importantly, he did a lousy impression of Bruno Sammartino. I wasn’t going to watch my childhood idol disgraced by a lousy two-bit hack of a wrestler – so with that, Sam Artino was released by Renaissance Championship Wrestling. Of course, we needed someone to replace him. After a couple hours of searching, I found our man:

JT Stahr (39 Over) – Stahr was able to work all styles fairly well, so he’d be great enhancement talent to have on the roster. He seemed content with his place in the RCW world too, so I didn’t have to worry about him getting all uppity on me like Steve did. JT Stahr and I came to an agreement quickly, so I figured there was no time like the present – he’d be making his debut on this week’s episode of 2Night.

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RCW 2NIGHT

SEPTEMBER 18, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

Twiggy vs. JT Stahr

As RCW 2Night kicks off, the crowd of 178 rabid RCW fans gives a big ovation for Twiggy, being accompanied by Senor Naranja to the ring. His opponent is the newly-debuting JT Stahr, who comes down to absolutely no reaction from the crowd. Stahr and Twiggy go at it, with Stahr showing some of his impressive athleticism, and nearly getting a three count on Twiggy with an impressive-looking spinebuster. Twiggy manages to fight back, however, with the wise counsel of Senor Naranja at ringside. After ‘listening’ to the bright-orange chair, Twiggy manages to reverse an attempt by Stahr at the Chocolate Thunder, his version of the Test Drive, by pushing him off into the ropes, then catching him on the rebound and planting him with a Samoan drop! With Stahr down on the mat, Twiggy heads to the top, getting a big pop from the crowd at the Earl Polero Bingo Hall. He sets up, puffs out his orange afro wig, then leaps off before nailing the Orange Crush on Stahr! Twiggy rolls over and covers: 1…………………2………………..3!

WINNER: Twiggy

RATING: 53

CROWD: 44

MATCH: 63

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Fred Laney vs. Ian Knoxx

The fans barely get a moment’s respite as Twiggy and Stahr leave the ring area before the next matchup gets underway. New worker Ian Knoxx, one-half of the Irish Drinking Team, comes out first and gets a small pop when he downs his Guinness in one impressive chug in the middle of the ring. Fred Laney, however, gets a solid round of boos from the crowd, who remember his attack on Jack from last week. The two men square off, and Fred Laney’s power is too much for Knoxx to handle, with Laney quickly seizing the advantage. After hitting a powerful double-handed sledge across Knoxx’s back, Laney grabs him and tosses him with a gutwrench suplex and covers: 1………………..2…………….kickout! Laney stays relentless, charging hard at Knoxx, who fights him off, staying at arm’s length. However, Laney manages to land a knee to the gut, then DECKS Ian Knoxx with a Wonderpunch, laying Knoxx out on the canvas. Laney charges into the corner and sets up for the spear, eagerly awaiting Knoxx’s vertical state as Ian pushes himself to his feet. As Ian gets his balance, Laney charges forward – and misses the spear past a dodging Ian Knoxx! Laney, out of control, charges straight into the turnbuckle, ringing his bell as Knoxx quickly slips in from behind and rolls Fred Laney up: 1………………..2……………..3! Ian Knoxx pulls off a tremendous upset out of nowhere!

However, Fred Laney seems less than pleased about this, popping straight to his feet and immediately laying into the exhausted Ian Knoxx with a series of stomps. As he breathes heavily, Laney scoops Knoxx up off the mat and sets him up for another spear! Laney charges forward – but gets cut off by Chris Stylez, who comes flying in over the top rope to nail Fred Laney with a dropkick just a foot away from Ian Knoxx! Laney tumbles to the mat and slides to the outside while Chris Stylez checks on his partner while glaring at Laney, who decides that he’s had enough frustration for one night.

WINNER: Ian Knoxx

RATING: 55

CROWD: 47

MATCH: 63

NOTES: Fred Laney lost overness from this match. Ian Knoxx gained overness from this match. Fred Laney didn't really sell very much, which hurt the match rating.

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Class Is In Session!

We cut backstage to the locker room, where Matt Morgan comes stepping out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He walks across the empty locker room to his locker, where he suddenly stops. He looks around for his second, and the camera pans over to show his locker containing nothing but an empty hanger with a piece of paper attached to it.

Morgan: Oh, that motherfucker…

As I thank god for post-production editing, Morgan rips the note off the hanger and reads, with the camera getting an excellent shot of the writing in bright orange highlighter.

“Time for your first quiz! Choose Door #1, Door #2, or Door #3!”
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RCW 2NIGHT

SEPTEMBER 25, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

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A New Challenger Is Set

As the final RCW 2Night before Carnaval kicks off, the crowd of 188 RCW fans roars as the show kicks off. However, the audience does a quick about-face as John Wellington’s music hits, signaling the arrival of the RCW World Champion. The champion steps out into the building and gets hit by the boos (as well as a mostly-empty soda cup), but Wellington simply stares at the RCW Title wrapped around his shoulder as he makes his way down to the ring. As Wellington slides in, he takes a microphone from Joe Wheeler and begins to address the crowd.

Wellington: Two weeks ago on 2Night, people thought they were going to see an upset for the ages – they thought that I, John Wellington, might somehow lose my RCW World Title to George Sand! Even after I introduced my secret weapon, Nick Collyer, the fans still thought that George Sand could pull it off. And, in fact, RCW did witness of the great upsets in history. While they did not get to see George Sand walk off into the sunset, they were lucky enough to see their champion, John Wellington, walk back through the doors to the Earl Polero Bingo Hellhole once more!

The crowd gives Wellington a piece of their mind, but that only fuels the fire.

Wellington: I know, I know – you’re just as upset as I am that I wasn’t offered a contract by the big guys! I can only assume that they’re ironing out the details and such – what sort of signing bonus I’ll get, my use of corporate jets, and other such things. But, because of that legalese that needs to get sorted out, I am still here in Renaissance Championship Wrestling.

A “Get the fuck out!” chant starts up in the crowd, and Wellington shrugs off the boos, still looking pretty pleased with himself.

Wellington: However, even if I am stuck here, I still get to wear this strap of gold around my waist as a testament to how much fucking better I am than each and every one of you! And trust me, until the second that I get signed away, I will make sure that every single person that sees me in this building, or on television, knows exactly that: I am better than George Sand, Kid Fantastic, the rest of the RCW roster, and better than all of you!

The boos only continue at this point, but John seems to have another idea for the topic of conversation.

Wellington: Now, when I showed up here tonight, I was told that since I was still champion, I needed to have a new contender for my RCW World Title. Now, I think that the way things went last time worked out quite well. Last time, four men got a chance to vie for my championship. Four men – with only one getting a title shot. That was how things were run when I was climbing the road to greatness. Instead of being given the shot that my record clearly stated that I deserved, I was forced into meaningless qualifying matches, forced to fight in triple threats – made to jump through hoops! And far be it from me to discontinue such a prestigious Renaissance Championship Wrestling tradition as this! Therefore, at RCW Carnaval, there will be a match to determine a #1 contender to the RCW World Title held by me, John Wellington! And that match will be…a ten-man battle royale!

The crowd gives a variety of reactions to this. Some pop for the match announcement, some boo Wellington, some just buzz about the news, and others remain silent. Wellington doesn’t wait long, however, immediately continuing on.

Wellington: Now, how will the ten RCW superstars to compete in this match be decided? Quite simply – they all have to win their way in! That way, in order to get a shot at this title, they’ll need to win a qualifying match, then survive a ten man battle royale! Only then can someone be considered worthy of a match with me! Now, I presented my stipulations to the RCW committee members, and they signed off on my plan. So here on 2Night, we will begin the qualifying process for the PPV battle royale. Three men will qualify tonight, and seven more will qualify at Carnaval. And when someone qualifies for that match against me, I hope they gain a much, much deeper appreciation for the incredible stamina that becoming a champion truly requires.

And……………..scene.

RATING: 62

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Katsushi Takemura vs. JT Stahr

With John Wellington’s announcement still ringing in the air, the first of the three qualifying matches of the night gets underway as Katsushi Takemura returns to the ring to take on the newest addition to the roster, JT Stahr. The crowd is just sitting on their hands for this one, not showing any particular doubt in Takemura to earn his way into the battle royale. Takemura lives up to their faith early, absolutely demolishing Stahr with an impressive series of chops, followed up by a vertical suplex, which Takemura smoothly follows with a Fujiwara armbar. Stahr gets a rope break and manages to even up the bout with an impressive rally, which he caps off with a spectacular spinebuster that nearly gets the three count on Takemura. After getting his bell rung, Takemura picks up the intensity, nailing a running shoulder breaker on Stahr before reapplying the Fujiwara armbar on the weakened shoulder. Stahr, clearly in a lot of pain, continues to fight his way to the ropes, while Takemura does his best to keep the athletic Stahr centered in the ring. However, Stahr manages to lunge out and grab the ropes, getting the first decent-sized pop of the match from the crowd. It doesn’t last long, however – with Stahr drained from his efforts to reach the ropes, Takemura just gets up, knees Stahr in the midsection, then delivers a stiff brainbuster squarely in the middle of the ring! He makes the cover: 1…………………….2…………………………..3! Katsushi Takemura is the first of ten men to qualify for the main event battle royale at RCW Carnaval!

WINNER: Katsushi Takemura

RATING: 55

CROWD: 29

MATCH: 81

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A Somewhat Triumphant Return!

As Takemura and Stahr clear the ring, music hits over the speakers belonging to the striking Kohl Brothers! A few scattered crowd members react to the music, and most of the crowd joins them as Keith and Kent Kohl appear from behind the curtain. Both are still carrying signs reading “WE’RE ON STRIKE” that they had been displaying in front of the bingo hall doors at each of the TV tapings – it had gotten some odd looks from the entering fans who didn’t immediately recognize them, but the crowd was figuring it out here. The Kohls prop their signs up on the apron and slide into the ring, each grabbing a microphone from Sound Guy at ringside.

Kent: As all of you know, the Kohl Brothers, the one true tag team in Renaissance Championship Wrestling, have been on strike for the past month in response to the ridiculous conditions we’ve been forced to work under!

Keith: Nobody here in RCW respects tag team wrestling the way that we do!

Kent: Having to fight idiots like Flash and Takemura…

Keith: …Ian Gomes and Sean Weldon…

Kent: …and all the other morons that don’t have the decency to give tag-team wrestling its due here in RCW!

Keith: We had had enough! So last month, we walked out of this building, picked up our signs, and decided we were going to teach RCW a lesson!

Kent: And after being subjected to our protests, and hearing the murmurings coming from the crowd in support of our cause, it’s obvious that RCW was worried about our influence!

Keith: And we planned on continuing our protest, but then something changed – RCW brought in a new tag team.

Kent: The ‘Irish Drinking Team!’

Keith: Chris Stylez, Ian Knoxx – these two men who seem to have the same dedication to tag team wrestling that we do!

Kent: And this was enough to give us some hope for RCW – maybe, just maybe, this place would become the haven for the renaissance of tag team wrestling that we had been promised when we signed here!

Keith:So my brother and I, we put down our signs and came out here to give the Irish Drinking Team a message!

Kent: Stylez, Knox – you versus us, two on two, at Carnaval!

Keith: Step into the ring with the best RCW has to offer, and prove to us that you’ve got what it takes to be a true tag team!

Kent: We’ll both be there waiting for you, Drinking Team. But you better come prepared – just because we like your style doesn’t mean that we like you! And as always, when we see double…

Keith: …YOU see trouble!

RATING: 48

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Matt Morgan vs. Dave Tripps

In our second match, and second battle royale qualifier, of the evening, Matt Morgan squares off against the first man he faced in his RCW career, Dave Tripps. The veteran newsman doesn’t have much more success than he did the first time around, however, with Matt Morgan absolutely dominating the early going. After a barrage of punches, Morgan hits a tremendous spinning sitout powerbomb that shakes the ring and gets a big “OOOOOOH!” from the crowd. Morgan quickly leans over and makes the cover: 1………………………2…………………and Dave Tripps kicks out, keeping the match going! Morgan keeps on the offensive, but as he lifts Dave Tripps up for the Mount Morgan Drop, he freezes – as he spies Senor Naranja propped up against the turnbuckle, staring at him in the middle of the ring! Morgan quickly jerks his head around, looking for Twiggy, giving Tripps a chance to fight back. He takes advantage of Morgan’s distraction and escapes the giant’s grasp before planting him with a double-arm DDT! Tripps makes the cover: 1……………………2……………………..NO! Referee Frank Stool points out that Morgan’s shoulder got up, and the match continues. Tripps tries to follow up with the Newsbreak, but Morgan just sticks an arm out and throws Dave Tripps down to the mat. He grabs Tripps and sets him up for the Mount Morgan Drop while turning to the corner to face Senor Naranja – who has disappeared from the corner! Morgan’s eyes go wide for just a moment, but he focuses long enough to lift the dazed Dave Tripps up into the air before nailing the Mount Morgan Drop: 1……………………..2……………………………….3! As Morgan gets to his feet, the crowd starts to stand, looking off to the side. Morgan twirls around and gets a face full of orange afro as Twiggy springboards in off the top rope and nails Morgan with a flying roundhouse kick, taking the giant down! Morgan spills out of the ring and seethes on the outside as Twiggy, with Senor Naranja in tow, celebrate in the middle of the ring.

WINNER: Matt Morgan

RATING: 60

CROWD: 53

MATCH: 67

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Nick Collyer Backstage...

Backstage, we find Nick Collyer sitting alone in a chair in a smaller locker room, with a pair of cups knocked on their sides by his feet. As Nick slumps back against the locker, looking despairing, a knock rings out through the locker room. Nick barely tilts his head forward, but his face tightens as Ian Gomes and Sean Weldon come walking into the locker room. Ian and Sean take a seat on a bench across from Nick as Collyer leans forward in the chair, staring at the two men very intently.

Nick: Look – I don’t want to talk to either of you.

Ian: I…I can understand that, Nick. And we won’t be very long, I promise.

Nick: What do you guys want anyways? You hoping I’m gonna fight you again? Is that it? Huh?

Ian: Calm down, Ian. Sean and I don’t have any reason to have a problem with you – you see, that’s quite the large part of the reason that we’re here. We know you’re quite upset with all that’s happened in the past weeks, and we didn’t want you thinking you had any more enemies.

Sean: Yeah…I didn’t have any kind of problem with you, man. Sure, you started a fight with me, but no biggie. Things happen when alcohol gets involved, you know?

Nick: But I didn’t start that fight…I don’t think I did, at least. To be perfectly honest, I don’t remember how the fight broke out.

Ian: Nick, in the end, it’s not very important, is it?

Nick: Well…

Ian: But Nick, I understand how you feel right now. You’ve never tried to do anything wrong. Your only crime was having a little too much to drink – and if I played any role in that, I am profusely sorry. For whatever reason, George was too rash to see that. You could have tried to hurt him two weeks ago in that world title match – that was the reason that John Wellington tried that dirty, underhanded tactic, was it not? But you would not stoop to that level, would you? You called that match perfectly cleanly, just the way that George Sand would have wanted you to. And regrettably, there was an incident as you tried to uphold the rules. But George didn’t see that either, did he mate? Instead, he forces you to fight him, your mentor, your friend!

Nick: …yeah. But George is an emotional guy. That’s why he’s so good. I tried to ask him for my place back, but he just called me a drunkard. Drunkenness just gave in to wrath…what a mistake.

Ian: Fortunately, you have not received any sort of bodily wound.

Nick: But my reputation, Ian! My reputation! I was an up and comer here in RCW, and now I’m this drunken, untrustworthy wretch!

Ian: Ah, Nick – reputation is an idle and false imposition, obtained without merit and lost without deserving. You have lost no reputation at all unless you repute yourself such a loser.

Nick: But with everyone thinking that of me, it doesn’t matter what I think! I’m just that idiot who screwed his friend!

Ian: Now Nicholas, there are many men who believe this, but there is one who surely does not feel this way – the gentle comfort of the female betrays her true feelings.

Nick: Wait…what?

Ian: Nick, your general’s lady is now the general. Francoise has the key to his heart. Confess yourself freely to her, importune her help to put you in your place again.

Nick: Would…would that actually work?

Ian: I am sure that Sean and I are in agreement – she is of so free, kind, apt a disposition she holds it a vice to her goodness not to do more than is requested of her!

Nick: Well, I guess she seemed kinda sympathetic. You advise me well, Ian. I really appreciate you looking out for me like this.

Ian: In the sincerity of love and kindness, Nick.

Nick: I’m gonna go try and find Francoise before she takes off for the night – I’ll see you at Carnaval, Ian.

Ian: Best of luck to you, Collyer.

With that, Nick slowly gets to his feet and walks out of the room, looking a little shaky. Ian turns with a grin on his face to confer with Sean, but Weldon has concerned himself with the empty cups on the ground. Weldon lifts the Solo cup to his nose and takes a deep smell before turning to Ian.

Sean: Gin. And lots of it.

Ian: Even better.

RATING: 69

NOTES: Ian Gomes gained overness from this segment. Nick Collyer gained overness from this segment.

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Fred Laney vs. Kid Fantastic

In the main event, tonight’s final qualifier for the Carnaval battle royale gets underway between Kid Fantastic and Fred Laney. Laney takes his time after sliding into the ring, showing off his burgeoning muscles for the crowd. Kid Fantastic, while having nowhere near the muscle mass that Laney does, still takes it right at Laney, unloading right after right after right into the face of Fred Laney. Fantastic manages to back Laney into the corner, then levels him with a hard lariat against the turnbuckles. Laney drops into a sitting position, and Kid Fantastic backs up before charging forward and nailing a sweet baseball slide dropkick into Laney’s face, knocking his head back hard into the turnbuckle! Kid Fantastic goes for the cover, but Laney quickly grabs the rope while throwing Fantastic off him. Fantastic tries to keep his advantage going and sets Laney up for a double underhook powerbomb, but Laney back-bodydrops Fantastic before laying the boots to the fallen former champion. Laney absolutely hammers Fantastic, with Fantastic barely able to stop the volley of punches. After dropping Fantastic back to the mat with a vicious double sledge to the back of the neck, Laney scoops the Kid up and nails a rough gutwrench suplex, sending Fantastic skidding across the ring. Laney slides in and makes the cover: 1…………………………….2………………………NO! Kid Fantastic kicks out, and the match continues.

Fred Laney stays aggressive, continuing to hammer away at Fantastic. However, Fantastic blocks a big Laney lariat, then ducks underneath an attempted lariat. Fantastic uses his speed to stay just out of Laney’s reach, then nails the larger man with a spectacular spinning wheel kick, knocking Laney down! Fantastic covers: 1……………………………….2………………………….NO! Laney EXPLODES off the mat, absolutely furious, and goes right back at Fantastic. Fantastic gets caught off guard by the barrage and falls victim to a Wonderpunch from Fred Laney, who immediately goes for the cover: 1……………………….2………………………………….3NO! Kid Fantastic gets the shoulder up at absolutely the last second, and the match continues! An irritated Laney screams at senior referee Mike Hunter, then heads to the corner and sets up for the spear! Fantastic starts to get up, then drops back to the canvas and rolls away from Laney’s attempted spear, dodging the big man’s finisher! Laney gets his balance back and whirls towards Fantastic, but eats another spinning wheel kick! With Laney down on the mat, Fantastic quickly leaps to the top rope and wastes no time, heading off with the Putdown – and nailing it! He hooks the leg and covers as the crowd counts along: 1………………………………………2……………………………………3!!! Kid Fantastic picks up the win and qualifies for the ten-man battle royale! As Fantastic rolls out of the ring and celebrates in the aisle, Fred Laney gets up and immediately goes beserk, nailing Mike Hunter with a Wonderpunch! Hunter tries to get up, but only gets a spear for his efforts as Fred Laney continues to freak out as Kid Fantastic celebrates being one step closer to regaining his RCW World Title.

WINNER: Kid Fantastic

RATING: 62

CROWD: 52

MATCH: 73

OVERALL: 59

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OFFICIAL~! PREVIEW FOR RCW CARNAVAL

TRIPPIN’ WITH: JOHN WELLINGTON

While the champion might not be in action at RCW Carnaval, his presence will surely be felt in a one-on-one interview with RCW’s own Dave Tripps! What will the hard-hitting journalist have to ask the RCW World Champion? And does John Wellington have any preferences for how the night’s events will unfold?

DANNY DALLAS vs. FRED LANEY

Fred Laney failed to qualify in his first attempt to enter the 30-man battle royale when he lost to Kid Fantastic in the main event of RCW 2Night last Tuesday! However, Laney will earn a second shot as he takes on one of RCW’s newest fan favorites, Danny Dallas! Can Laney come through on his second try, or will Dallas have a shot at RCW’s ultimate prize?

ADAM FLASH & RED HOT RUSS vs. TRAVIS FINITY & JT STAHR

With Adam Flash’s normal partner, Katsushi Takemura, already qualified for the battle royale, Flash will team up with new RCW superstar Red Hot Russ to take on the athletic and exciting duo of JT Stahr and Travis Finity! Two spots are on the line for the battle royale – which team will seize them?

MATT MORGAN vs. TWIGGY

Matt Morgan has cut a swath of destruction throughout Renaissance Championship Wrestling since his arrival, but one man has failed to be impressed by his exploits: Twiggy. Together with Senor Naranja, Twiggy’s brightly colored inanimate friend, the Bizarre One has tried to ‘quiz’ Matt Morgan on what it means to have fun! However, Matt Morgan has only one thing on his mind: making Twiggy hurt! Additionally, with Matt Morgan having already qualified for the battle royale, if he can win this match, he can choose any member of the RCW roster to fill his extra slot! Will Morgan double his pleasure, or will Twiggy teach him the true meaning of fun?

IRISH DRINKING TEAM vs. KOHL BROTHERS

The Kohl Brothers consider themselves the pinnacle of pure tag teams in RCW, and have made their views very clear. However, after rampant cheating, the Kohls went on strike in an attempt to clean up the division. However, the arrival of the new Irish Drinking Team, consisting of Chris Stylez and Ian Knoxx, has made the Kohls sit up and pay attention. The two teams will square off in a battle of ‘proper’ tag teams – will the Kohl Brothers win on an even playing field, or will the new guys brawl their way to victory?

GEORGE SAND vs. NICK COLLYER

This match has quite a deal of history behind it. George Sand and Nick Collyer banded together in the face of an onslaught from Adam Flash and Katsushi Takemura, and the two men emerged as a dominant force in RCW. However, a dispute arose when Nick Collyer accidentally cost George Sand his showdown against Adam Flash! Furthermore, Collyer’s straightforward refereeing backfired when he accidentally nailed George Sand with a steel chair, allowing John Wellington to retain his RCW title! With neither man aware of Ian Gomes’ machinations, George Sand demanded a match against his reluctant former protégé! Here, two former friends compete, with only one getting a chance to compete for the RCW World Title shot!

MAIN EVENT

10 MAN BATTLE ROYALE FOR THE RCW WORLD TITLE #1 CONTENDERSHIP

Three men have already qualified: Katsushi Takemura, Matt Morgan, and Kid Fantastic. Seven more will have their chance to qualify earlier in the night! And in the main event, all ten men will enter the ring, with the winner being the last man standing in the ring! Eliminations will be over the top rules throughout - which man will outlast nine other competitors and earn a shot at John Wellington’s RCW World Title?

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 2007

RCW CARNAVAL

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RCW CARNAVAL

SEPTEMBER 30, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

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Adam Flash and Red Hot Russ vs. Travis Finity and JT Stahr

The first match of the night for the crowd of 418 is a bit of a thrown-together tag team affair. With Katsushi Takemura already having qualified for the Battle Royale main event, Adam Flash was forced together with RCW rookie Red Hot Russ to take on the athletic duo of Travis Finity and JT Stahr. At the beginning of the match, fireworks quickly erupt – between teammates Adam Flash and Red Hot Russ! Flash and Russ argue over who should begin the match, with Flash ultimately shoving Russ into the turnbuckles in the corner and striding out to face JT Stahr. Russ complains bitterly to referee Frank Stool, but the referee pays him no attention as the match gets underway. Flash tries to bully Stahr around, but the RCW newcomer quickly shows off his impressive athleticism, leaping over Flash on the fly, then nailing a running corkscrew elbow to Flash’s head. Flash gets to his feet, but walks right into a waiting spinebuster from Stahr! Stahr goes for the cover as Stool drops into position: 1………………………..2……………..and Flash kicks out before the three count! As Flash gets up, he bitches in the direction of Russ for not breaking the pin. Russ, in response, holds the tag team rope in the air and points at it, which doesn’t gain a lot of favor with Flash. However, Stahr comes charging at Flash from behind and nails him, knocking him out of the ring through the ropes! Russ gives a smug smile, but quickly ends up on the floor himself as Travis Finity charges over and knocks him off the apron. The two teammates start to get to their feet on the outside, neither one looking very happy, but before they can begin complaining again, Travis Finity and JT Stahr sprint across the ring and go flying over the top rope, taking out Flash and Russ with matching leaps as a few flashbulbs go off across the arena!

Finity is the first one to his feet, and he grabs Flash, rolls him into the ring, and makes the cover. Frank Stool drops into position, but before he can begin the count, an outraged Russ is in the ring with him, screaming about Finity not being the legal man. Stool just stands there and listens as Russ argues – then eats a dropkick from Finity, who heard enough from him! Stahr is up and makes his way over to the corner and promptly tags Finity into the match. Finity looks Russ back to his corner, then goes after Adam Flash. Finity’s trademark aggressiveness is on display, but a simple drop toe hold from Flash manages to halt Finity’s momentum. Flash hits a quick atomic drop, then reaches over and tags Red Hot Russ on the shoulder, bringing him into the match. As Flash sets Finity up for a double-team suplex, Russ just looks at him, then begins to lecture Flash on the textbook tag-in maneuver. Flash just shakes his head angrily and heads out of the ring, leaving Russ alone with Finity. Finity’s still energized, and Russ struggles to contain Travis. However, Finity breaks loose and hits a beautiful running legscissors, taking Russ to the mat, before tagging Stahr back in. Stahr works Russ over, and nails his second spinebuster of the match, laying Russ out flat! He covers: 1…………………………..2…………………………..and Russ kicks out! Stahr pulls Russ up to his feet, who wastes what little air he has left in his lungs bitching at referee Frank Stool for taking too long to stop counting the pin. Stahr whips Russ into the ropes, but doesn’t see Adam Flash reach out and tap Russ on the back to tag himself in. Stahr sends Russ tumbling to the mat with a sidekick, but turns straight into Adam Flash! Flash delivers the Flashdance, then heads to the top rope. He perches briefly on the top turnbuckle, then leaps off and nails the Last Call legdrop! He hooks the leg and covers, while Frank Stool drops into position and Travis Finity charges into the ring: 1…………………………………….2……………………………and Finity trips over Russ’ downed body!..................................3! Adam Flash and Red Hot Russ qualify for the main event Battle Royale!

WINNERS: Adam Flash and Red Hot Russ

RATING: 56

CROWD: 48

MATCH: 64

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Twiggy vs. Matt Morgan

With the first qualifying match out of the way, we move onto a match that has more than a simple title opportunity on the line. Twiggy is the first one out, and he and Senor Naranja both receive a big ovation from the crowd as they make their way to the ring. Referee Frank Stool gives the good Senor an odd look, but Twiggy props him up at ringside facing the ring to give his manager a good look at the proceedings. Stool studies the situation a moment more, then shrugs it off as Matt Morgan’s entrance music kicks up, signaling the entry of RCW’s resident giant. Morgan gives Senor Naranja the same half-confused, half-furious look that he normally gives him while Joe Wheeler on commentary puts over the ‘quizzes’ that Twiggy and El Senor have subjected Morgan to over the past couple weeks. Morgan clearly remembers them, as he wastes absolutely no time going after Twiggy, quickly knocking the orange wig-wearing oddball to the outside through the ropes seconds after the bell rings. Morgan steps over the top rope, then shows off his athleticism by coming off the top rope with a double axehandle, laying Twiggy out on the outside. Morgan hoists Twiggy to his feet, then throws him into the ring steps, sending the stairs clattering along the floor. Morgan’s not done – he picks Twiggy up again, walks halfway around the ring to the other set of ring steps, and throws Twiggy into them as well with the same result.

On the inside, Frank Stool keeps yelling at Morgan to get Twiggy into the ring and get the match started, but Morgan doesn’t pay attention to the referee’s futile orders. Instead, the giant grabs Twiggy and rams him headfirst into the crowd barrier, sending the metal rails sliding backwards. The front row leans forward and grabs at the wrestlers as Morgan lays a series of hard boots into Twiggy, working him over. He backs up and charges at Twiggy, but his kick misses as Twiggy rolls out of the way! Morgan howls in pain as his leg connects with the steel fencing, and then cries out again as Twiggy hops to his feet and jumps down right across Morgan’s shin. A fed-up Frank Stool begins a ten count inside the ring, and seems relieved as Twiggy hops up onto the apron….before leaping off the ring apron and crashing down on Morgan with a big splash! However, Twiggy catches a piece of the railing in the process, and both men are slow to get to their feet. Frank Stool reaches “SIX!” in his count as both men stagger up, and Matt Morgan quickly takes advantage by clotheslining Twiggy over the crowd barrier. Twiggy rolls into the second row, laid out again. Morgan looks back to the ring, where Frank Stool is all but begging Morgan to get back into the ring. Morgan takes a step back towards the ring, but before he can get any further, he sees Senor Naranja, still facing the ring, directly in front of him on the other side of the crowd barrier. Morgan stares at Senor Naranja, then grabs Twiggy’s manager/confidante/best friend and brings him into the crowd – where Twiggy has disappeared! Morgan scans the crowd, looking for the orange wig, when Twiggy crashes into him from behind! The two men finally face off and start brawling, with Twiggy doing a decent job of holding his own as Morgan trails after him. Stool reaches “TEN!” on his count and calls for the bell, throwing the match out, as Twiggy and Morgan brawl off through the crowd and disappear into the back, with nothing but some echoing sounds left to entertain the crowd. As Joe Wheeler announces the result as a double countout, he also states that the status of Twiggy and Morgan regarding the Battle Royale would be announced once a decision had been reached backstage.

WINNER: No contest (double countout)

RATING: 56

CROWD: 52

MATCH: 61

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Goldon Are The Best-Laid Plans

While the crowd buzzes over the no-contest finish in the Twiggy/Matt Morgan showdown, we move backstage to Ian Gomes and Sean Weldon are standing around, watching the RCW crew separate Twiggy and Matt Morgan from their brawl. Weldon keeps looking on with a hint of longing in his voice, but Gomes just chuckles softly and turns away from the fight. After a moment, Weldon follows suit and faces Ian with a concerned look on his face.

Weldon: Man, this is crap. Morgan gets a second chance to make it into that battle royale tonight, and we don’t even get one! It’s ridiculous!

Gomes: Sean, let such worries float towards the heavens, lest they weigh you down.

Weldon: I still think it’s crap! It’s a big show, and we can’t even get on it! I mean…

Gomes: Sean, such a show matters not to our goal. A spot was opened for us, and it was rejected by me.

Weldon: WHY? Why’d your turn down a shot to become World Champion? Just think how miserable you could make George Sand with that belt around YOUR waist!!

Gomes: That lies outside our bounds, Sean.

Weldon: OK, this is getting ridiculous. So far, your ‘big plan’ has led to me getting in a fight, me losing a World Title shot, and spending a good chunk of my cash on god knows what, and last I checked, Francoise’s still draped around George Sand’s arm! Right now, I am THIS close to walking out of here and heading right back to Venice Beach!

Gomes: How poor are they that have not patience…

Weldon: Again with the patience.

Gomes: Sean, what wound did ever heal but by degrees? You know that we work by wit, and not by witchcraft – and wit depends on dilatory time.

Weldon: OK, fine. So let’s say your plan is still working, and that you’re not just screwing with me…what’s the next step in the plan?

Gomes: As you know, Nick Collyer and Francoise have been pushed together by my hands of twisted fate. I do know that Nicholas was unable to audience his saviorette last week – therefore, one must believe they shall meet tonight, and readily before Collyer and Sand do battle. So retire, go where you are billeted. And when you encroach upon their meeting, lying in wait, return in haste and enlighten those who desire knowledge.

Weldon: …that’s you, right?

Gomes: *sigh*…..yes, Sean, me. Now off!

Sean gives a businesslike nod and heads off in the direction of Nick Collyer’s locker room to set up shop. Ian watches as Sean wanders away, then turns and rubs his hands together, putting on his best devious look.

Gomes: How odd are fate’s revolving desires…who is to say I play the villain when my advice is free, generous, and open? ‘Tis honest, open to examination, and it is indeed the course to win Sand’s favor once again! It is true that Francoise’s fruitful personality shall open in bloom to Collyer. How am I then a villain to counsel Collyer to this parallel course, directly to his good? For, one must see, devils will further the blackest sins with the guise of heavenly shows – the proper path leading one straight to the mouth of hell. For while this honest fool plies Francoise to repair his poor fortune, and she for him pleads strongly to the Boor, George Sand, I shall pour this pestilence into his ear – that that she repeals his body for her newfound lust, proven only by her desire to do right by Collyer! And with this, she shall undo her credit with Sand, and turn her virtue into pitch, black as night. And out of her own goodness shall be made the net to enmesh them all.

RATING: 65

NOTES: Ian Gomes gained overness from this segment. Sean Weldon gained overness from this segment.

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Danny Dallas vs. Fred Laney

Fred Laney, still smarting from his loss to Kid Fantastic on the final 2Night before Carnaval, comes out extremely aggressive against Danny Dallas, who quickly gets overwhelmed by Laney’s offense. Laney clubs away at Dallas, driving him into the corner and continuing the deluge of punches. Finally Dallas manages to escape the corner, but Laney runs up and clotheslines him from behind, knocking Dallas down to the mat. Dallas tries to get up, but Laney lays boot after boot into him. Dallas finally rolls out of the ring, looking to catch a breather. Laney stays aggressive and slides outside himself, going right at Dallas, but Danny fights back and trades punches with Laney. He grabs Laney and tries to whip him into the ringpost, but Laney reverses the whip, sending Dallas crashing into the steel post shoulder-first. Danny tries to judge the damage to his shoulder as he writhes in pain on the ground, but Fred Laney stays on the attack, grabbing Dallas and throwing him into the ring. Laney goes for an immediate cover, and Mike Hunter makes the count: 1………………………………..2…………………and Dallas kicks out! However, Dallas is clearly grimacing after throwing his right shoulder up to break the count, feeling the effects of his collision with the steel ringpost.

This fact isn’t lost on Fred Laney either, who immediately locks onto the shoulder with incredible focus and precision. Laney puts the boots to the shoulder, but slows down his pace, taking his time now that he smells blood in the water. Laney gets down on the mat and pulls back on the shoulder in a modified armbar, showing off the most technical maneuver he’s shown in his RCW tenure. Dallas struggles towards the ropes and finally lays his foot across the bottom rope. Laney doesn’t immediately break the hold, triggering a lecture from Mike Hunter. Hunter begins the five count, and Laney waits until the last second to break the hold. Laney takes the opportunity to gloat to the crowd, flexing his rippling muscles as the crowd boos him heavily. Laney just shrugs it off and goes back to Dallas. He sits Dallas up and delivers a few stiff kicks across Dallas’ exposed back as the crowd winces. Laney picks Dallas up and immediately snapmares him to the mat before laying another kick across his back. With Dallas leaning forward in pain, Laney bounces off the ropes and nails a running knee to Dallas’ face! Danny falls to the mat and grabs his face as Laney tries to capitalize, going for the pinfall: 1…………………………………2…………………………NO! Danny Dallas kicks out, and as he starts to fight to his feet, blood drips out of his nose to the ground, the after-effects of Laney’s running knee!

With Laney continuing to dominate the match, his cockiness just continues to grow. Laney throws some weak kicks at the downed Dallas, asserting his dominance over the match. He lets Danny stumble to his feet as he backs up, then charges forward with a clothesline attempt. Dallas manages to dodge the clothesline, however, getting a big pop from the crowd. Laney turns around, and eats a discus clothesline from Danny Dallas that puts him back-first on the mat! However, Dallas falls to the mat as well and screams in pain, having used his bad arm to lay out Laney! Both men struggle up, with Dallas really favoring his arm. However, he still comes out swinging at Laney as the two men trade punches. Finally, Dallas gets a clean block on one of Laney’s punches, then sends him reeling backwards with a right jab! However, his arms is really hurting him! Dallas has trouble following up, and Laney manages to get his momentum back – but Dallas responds with a huge headbutt straight to the chest of Laney, Zidane-style! Laney goes shooting backwards into the corner, the wind knocked out of him by the move! With Laney stuck in the corner, Dallas backs up before charging forward and nailing a big splash in the corner, with his right arm tucked into his side to prevent any further injury! Laney crumples to the mat, and Dallas covers him as the crowd excitedly counts along: 1………………………………….2…………………………………………NO! Laney’s still got some life in him, kicking out strongly to keep the match going!

Dallas gets to his feet slowly and picks Laney up, giving the crowd a “HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!” – but Laney just lashes out and nails a Wonderpunch straight to the jaw of Danny Dallas out of absolutely nowhere, knocking the fan favorite senseless! Laney falls to the mat and makes the cover: 1……………………………………………….2……………………………………………….NO! Laney can’t believe it, but Dallas manages to kick out at the very last moment and keep the match going! Laney grabs Dallas off the canvas and hoists him into the air, balancing Dallas during a vertical suplex! He leaves Danny dangling in midair, then drops him down – but Dallas grabs Laney’s head on the way down, nailing a spectacular neckbreaker on Laney! The crowd is going nuts, urging Dallas on with “HOLLLLLLLLLLLLA!” chants of their own as Dallas gets to his feet. He grabs Laney off the mat and goes for the Double D Driver, but Laney blocks it, keeping his feet firmly on the ground! Laney hits a clothesline, then backs up and sets himself up for a spear attempt. As soon as Dallas gets to one knee, Laney charges forward, but Dallas manages to slip to the side and trip Laney up with an excellent drop toehold! Laney pushes himself up – and walks right into Dallas’s waiting arms, where he goes for the Double D Driver once again! This time, he gets Laney up into the air, and sends him crashing into the canvas! The crowd counts along with Mike Hunter as Dallas hooks Laney’s leg as best he can with his bad wing and holds on with all he’s got: 1…………………………………………………..2……………………………………………….3! Danny Dallas picks up a pinfall victory, and earns himself a spot in the main event! As Fred Laney gets to his feet, he sees Danny Dallas walking victoriously up the ramp and immediately flips out in the middle of the ring. He screams at Mike Hunter, who just slides out of the ring and ignores Laney in the process. This doesn’t sit well with Laney, who throws what basically amounts to a tantrum in the middle of the ring, screaming at the top of his lungs as he thrashes around.

WINNER: Danny Dallas

RATING: 54

CROWD: 53

MATCH: 56

NOTES: Fred Laney didn't really sell very much, which hurt the match rating.

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Kohl Brothers vs. Irish Drinking Team

The Kohl Brothers come out to a small pop as they make their return to the RCW ring to take on the Irish Drinking Team, who make their way out next to a slightly larger pop than the Kohls got. Keith and Kent clearly take note of this as they talk angrily to each other, going over last-second strategy. Chris Stylez and Ian Knoxx slide into the ring and stare down the Kohls before heading to their corner and going over their last-second strategy. Ian Knoxx starts out for the Drinking Team against Keith Kohl, the quicker of the two brothers. Knoxx and Keith circle around each other, then lock up. After a few moments, Keith gets the advantage and grabs Knoxx in a headlock. Knoxx fights back, pushing Keith Kohl forwards into the ropes, then bouncing out and rolling backwards. As he sits out, Keith charges forward and goes for a sitting dropkick, but Knoxx slides underneath it, letting Knoxx hit nothing but air. With Keith on the ground, Knoxx charges towards him, but Keith leaps off the canvas and takes him down with a hurracanrana, which gets a big cheer from the crowd! Knoxx stands up as Keith Kohl charges forwards, but Knoxx presses him WAY up into the air, then dropkicks him in the stomach as he falls! Keith wipes hard on the mat, and Knoxx goes for the cover: 1………………………………..2………and Keith kicks out easily at the two count!

The fans are buzzing a little bit with the high-flying action to get things going, and Ian Knoxx keeps things going by bouncing off the second rope, then twisting around in midair and nailing a legdrop straight across Keith Kohl’s throat! Instead of covering, he reaches over to his corner and tags in Chris Stylez, who immediately leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and comes flying off with an elbow drop straight across Keith Kohl’s chest! He covers, but only gets two as Kent Kohl steps into the ring and breaks the count. Ian Knoxx starts across the ring towards him, but referee Frank Stool forces him back into the corner. Stylez tries to lock on a dragon sleeper from behind, but Keith is able to squirm out of it, taking Stylez down with an armdrag in the process. Keith grabs Stylez as he gets to his feet and nails a snap suplex, planting Stylez into the canvas. Keith grabs Stylez, puts him in a facelock, and brings him over to his corner, where Kent tags in for the first time in the match. Kent delivers a strong knee to double Stylez over, then grabs him and powerbombs Stylez into the mat! Stylez looks completely decimated as Kent climbs onto the second turnbuckle and leaps off for a big splash! Kent crashes down on top of Stylez, and Stool makes the count: 1…………………………………….2…………………….NO! Stylez kicks out!

Kent quickly tags his brother Keith back in, who springboards over the top rope and nails a rolling elbow to Stylez’s side. He covers, and Stool counts again: 1……………………………………2………………………and Stylez kicks out again! Keith seems slightly annoyed, but stays on the offensive. He grabs Stylez off the mat and whips him into the ropes, then knocks him hard to the mat with a shoulder tackle. With Stylez laid out on the mat, Keith looks to the crowd for encouragement, but gets met with a mixture of apathy and some light booing from the crowd. Keith immediately whirls to face Kent in his corner, who looks just as perplexed by the hostility from the crowd. Keith thinks for a moment, then tags his brother in. Kent climbs into the ring, then grabs his brother, setting him up for a powerbomb! The crowd is confused for a moment, but as Kent gets Keith up into the air, Keith falls backwards and nails a moonsault, crushing Stylez! The brothers look pleased with themselves after the high-impact move, but the crowd is unimpressed as Kent drops down and covers Stylez for the third time: 1……………………………………..2………………………………………and Stylez throws his shoulder up at the last second, keeping the match alive! Ian Knoxx cheers him on from the ring apron as Kent looks extremely annoyed at the crowd’s support for the Irish Drinking Team.

Kent yanks Chris Stylez roughly to his feet and tries to go for a powerbomb, but as he takes Stylez up, Chris seems to snap into it. As Kent hoists him up, Stylez starts punching away at Kent’s exposed face. Kent freezes for a moment, and Stylez takes advantage by wrapping his arm around Kent Kohl’s neck and dropping him to the canvas with a tornado DDT! The crowd cheers big for the reversal as both men drop to the mat, desperately needing to make the tag first. The crowd cheers for the hot tag as Stylez and Kent both crawl to their corners – and make the tags at nearly the same instant! Keith Kohl ducks under the top rope and charges into the ring, but Ian Knoxx leaps onto the top turnbuckle and meets Keith with a spectacular missile dropkick! Kent, back on his feet, charges at Knoxx, but Ian nails a spinning elbow, then clotheslines Kent over the top rope to the outside! Keith tries to take advantage of his distraction, but Ian Knoxx blocks Keith’s punch and pulls him straight into a DDT! With Keith laid out, Knoxx calls out for his finisher, the Hard Knoxx Driver, but Keith manages to block it, keeping his feet on the ground. Off-balance, Knoxx falls backwards, dragging Keith with him into the Irish Drinking Team’s corner, where Chris Stylez tags himself in! Keith struggles and manages to drop Knoxx over his back, and seems satisfied until Chris Stylez nails him from behind! Stylez quickly grabs Keith Kohl and doubles him over before lifting him up into his version of the Crucifix Powerbomb, which he calls the Celtic Cross! He holds him for just a moment, then spikes him into the mat with the Cross! He makes the cover as Ian Knoxx charges off the ropes and nails a baseball slide dropkick through the ropes, knocking the recovering Kent Kohl flat onto his back! Frank Stool makes the count: 1………………………………………………………….2………………………………………………………3! The Irish Drinking Team have beaten the Kohl Brothers, and in perfectly clean fashion! As the Irish Drinking Team rolls out of the ring and celebrates on the entranceway, Keith and Kent Kohl just stare at each other, unable to believe the events that just occurred.

WINNERS: Irish Drinking Team

RATING: 64

CROWD: 46

MATCH: 83

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A Secret Meeting

With the crowd still buzzing from the excellent tag team match, we cut backstage where Nick Collyer is standing alone outside a random door, looking rather conspicuous as he shifts his eyes back and forth quickly. Collyer scans around the backstage area, but nearly jumps out of his boots as a hand clamps down on his shoulder. Nick whirls around and raises his fists, but relaxes as he sees Francoise standing there with a warm smile on her face.

Francoise: Hey Nick – relax.

Collyer: Yeah…sorry about that. I’m just a little nervous….I mean, if George knew that I was running around trying to talk to you behind his back, he’d probably kill me.

Francoise: I’m sure he’d be OK with it, Nick. He’s not my keeper, you know

Collyer: Yeah, you’re probably right. Still…

Francoise: Jeez Nick, don’t worry. Now before you get any more nervous, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about? It’s gotta be important, since you’re so afraid of the big bad George.

Collyer:Well…well, I mean, you know that I’m a good guy, right? You know that it wasn’t my idea to try and hurt George! George was the best thing that ever happened to me here in RCW! He gave me a big chance, he taught me a lot, and he…well, both of you…you were great friends to me. And sure, I made a couple mistakes, but I wasn’t trying to hurt Nick when I started that fight with Sean Weldon, or when I accidentally him with that chair! You know that, right?

Francoise: Don’t worry, Nick – I believe you.

Collyer: Thank you….so much.

Francoise: George just gets really hard-headed sometimes, since he’s so competitive. He took this really personally, even for him, but I’m sure that he’ll calm down soon and see that he made a big mistake.

Collyer: Are you sure?

Francoise: He always seems to come to his senses sooner or later. You just let things run their course, and I’m sure everything will work out just fine.

Collyer: Yeah…you see, that’s the thing I wanted to talk to you about. I’ve let things run their course, you know, and they’ve gone really badly! I tried to apologize to George, and to let him chill out, but he yelled at me and challenged me to this stupid match against him, which I really don’t want to fight…

Francoise: I don’t want to see it either, Nick. But what’s your point?

Collyer: Well, I mean, letting him stew didn’t help him to calm down, so I thought that maybe if he wouldn’t listen to me….well, maybe he’d listen to you, you know?

Francoise: So you want to see if I can help to calm him down and get him to see that this is all a big misunderstanding?

Collyer: Yeah, exactly! So…do you think you can help me? I mean, I can’t think of any other way to fix things.

Francoise: Well Nick, I’ll see what I can do. George can really get sucked into one idea, but I’ll try and keep things in perspective for him.

Collyer: Thank you so much, Francoise. Really.

Francoise smiles, then strikes a mock-serious pose:

Francoise: Be assured, good Collyer, I will do all my abilities in thy behalf.

Collyer: Well, whatever ends up happening to me, I’ll always be in your debt. I mean….

However, Nick trails off as behind Francoise, we see George Sand walking in their direction, with Ian Gomes at his side. Nick quickly freezes up, and Francoise turns around to scope out the situation for herself. George and Ian are locked in conversation, and Sand doesn’t notice his girlfriend and opponent chatting it up down the hallway.

Collyer: Um, I gotta go, OK?

Francoise: Why? Stick around and listen to what I have to say about you!

Collyer: No thanks – I’ll see you later.

Francoise: Fine, trust your discretion.

Nick goes running off, and just as he disappears around the corner, George Sand looks up and sees the fleeting figure disappearing as his girlfriend looks off after him. He looks puzzled, then turns to Ian, who has a look of blissful ignorance on his face.

George: Did that look like Nick Collyer to you who was talking to Francoise?

Ian: Collyer? No, sure, I cannot think it that he would steal away so guilty-like seeing you coming.

George: …I would have sworn it was him. But whatever…Francoise, you ready? It’s match time!

Francoise: OK, sweetie. Let’s go get another win, OK?

With that, the two of them walk off towards the ring, leaving Ian Gomes standing there by himself…until Sean Weldon comes slinking out of the shadows, walking over to Ian Gomes. The two men exchange devious smiles, leaving it at that as George Sand and Francoise disappear around a corner.

RATING: 64

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George Sand vs. Nick Collyer

With eight men qualified for the main event battle royale (and with the spot up for grabs in the Twiggy/Morgan bout still undecided), the final spot in the battle royale is on the line. Nick Collyer is the first one out and gets a mostly positive reaction from the crowd, which he seems quite grateful for. As he waits in the ring, George Sand’s music kicks up and the RCW favorite makes his way out into the Earl Polero Bingo Hall. He gets much the same reaction as Nick Collyer does – lots of cheers mixed with a few audible boos. However, Sand doesn’t seem to pay attention to the crowd’s reaction, instead focusing on Nick Collyer in the middle of the ring. Nick strides back and forth nervously as George, with a reluctant Francoise at his side, walks down the ramp. Francoise tries to tell something to George, but he simply ignores her, instead sliding into the ring and going straight at a shocked Nick Collyer!

The bell rings as the two men brawl, with Sand holding the advantage of attacking first. Sand grabs Collyer and whips him into the ropes, then nails a flipping leg lariat on the rebounding Collyer, knocking him flat on his back. Nick is up in a hurry, but Sand snapmares him to the mat, then bounces off the nearest ropes and sends a dropkick straight into Collyer’s face! George stays on the offensive, grabbing Nick’s leg and trying to turn him into a single-leg crab, but Collyer fights out of it before sweeping George’s leg out from under him! George springs up to his feet, but Nick throws both his hands up, trying to reason with George. Sand listens for a moment, then lunges forward, sending Nick Collyer skittering away. Sand doesn’t let up though, going after him again and locking up with Nick. Nick quickly gets swamped by George, who delivers a knee to the gut before throwing Nick overhead with a wristlock belly to belly, showing off his impressive strength!

Sand is still getting the same mixed reaction from the crowd as he hops up onto the second turnbuckle as Nick gets to his feet. Sand comes flying off the ropes with another leg lariat, but Nick Collyer is ready for him, grabbing him in midair and planting him to the mat with a ring-shaking powerbomb! The crowd pops for the move as Collyer makes the cover: 1…………………………….2………………….and George Sand kicks out, to the relief of Francoise at ringside. Sand pushes himself off the mat, but Nick Collyer seems to have flipped his competitive switch on. He quickly grabs Sand in a front facelock and throws a series of punches into his side before hitting a quick snap suplex on Sand. With Sand down, Collyer mounts his former partner and throws a series of punches, which gets a warning from referee Mike Hunter. Nick finally gets to his feet and draws his breath for a second while Sand struggles on the mat, wiped from Nick’s sudden burst of offense.

After a moment, Collyer lifts George off the canvas and slips a hammerlock on, twisting Sand’s arm behind his back. Sand struggles for a moment, then charges forwards at full speed before sliding under the ropes, sending Nick Collyer crashing into the bottom two ropes! As Nick leans against the ropes, George hits an uppercut from the arena floor on the outside, sending Nick sliding down to the canvas. Sand hops onto the ring apron, then hits a tope over the top rope to the inside, crashing down across Nick Collyer. Sand quickly covers: 1…………………………………………2…………..and Nick kicks out just after the 2 count to keep the match underway. Sand grabs Collyer off the mat and locks in a full nelson, looking for his dragon suplex. Collyer thrashes around and finally escapes the hold, then grabs Sand’s head from behind and bulldogs him to the mat! Collyer covers: 1………………………………………..2…………………………….and George Sand throws his arm up, getting the shoulder off the mat! Collyer gets to his feet and waits for George Sand to get up, lining up for a big sidekick attempt. He lunges forward with the kick – and George Sand catches it! Sand holds it for a moment, smiling at Nick Collyer, who smiles back, then plants his other foot across George Sand’s temple with a picture-perfect enziguri! Collyer covers: 1…………………………………….2…………………………………………….NO! George Sand kicks out once again!

With Sand down on the mat, Nick Collyer quickly runs over to the top rope and climbs, looking to nail a big impact move – possibly his shooting star press finsher – before George Sand can recover. Unfortunately, Sand recovers too quickly for Nick and charges the corner, crotching Nick on the top rope! Nick moans in pain, and Francoise looks concerned at ringside as George looks at his handiwork. He looks down at Francoise on the outside with an odd look for a moment, then climbs up onto the ropes, looking to capitalize on his reversal. Sand sets himself on the second rope, then the top rope as he grabs ahold of Nick through the legs, wrapping his other arm around the back of Nick’s head. After setting himself properly, George Sand leaps off backwards before crashing down on top of Nick Collyer with his picture-perfect fallaway moonsault press! He hooks Nick’s leg as Mike Hunter slides into position and makes the count: 1…………………………………………….2……………………………………….NO! Somehow, Collyer kicks out of the move! Sand looks distressed for a moment, then gets to his feet and signals for the Sands of Time, looking to end the match once and for all. A dazed Collyer takes his time getting to his feet, still woozy from the fallaway moonsault. Collyer gets up and walks right into George Sand, who scoops him up and spikes him with the Sands of Time in one easy motion! Nick Collyer isn’t moving on the canvas as Mike Hunter makes the count once again: 1………………………………………………2……………………………………………..3!! George Sand has gotten his revenge with a pinfall victory over Nick Collyer, and a spot in the main event!

Sand doesn’t celebrate long, pulling away from Mike Hunter raising his hand and sliding out of the ring. Francoise is there waiting for him, but her smile isn’t nearly as big as George’s, as she looks concerned for the motionless Nick Collyer on the canvas. George gives her another confused look, then gives her a tug up the ramp.Francoise snaps out of her spell and follows along, leaving a barely-conscious Nick Collyer lying in the ring, facing the lights and seeing stars.

WINNER: George Sand

RATING: 62

CROWD: 54

MATCH: 71

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Trippin' With: John Wellington

With the final qualifying match completed, our cheap video screen displays a hastily-constructed Powerpoint slide with the names of the men competing in the main-event battle royale:

- Katsushi Takemura

- Matt Morgan

- Kid Fantastic

- Adam Flash

- Red Hot Russ

- ??? (Twiggy/Matt Morgan)

- Danny Dallas

- Chris Stylez

- Ian Knoxx

- George Sand

As the fans buzz over the upcoming main event, the Trippin’ set is hastily constructed in the ring, and Dave Tripps makes his way down to the ring with his faux-news music blaring. He gets a solid pop from the crowd as he slides into the ring and takes his seat at the Trippin’ news desk with papers in hand and a very focused look on his face.

Tripps: I’d like to welcome our studio audience to yet another edition of the hottest show in wrestling today – Trippin’ With Dave Tripps, featuring me, Dave Tripps! Tonight’s show is certain to be an extremely interesting, and possibly explosive, segment, as we play host to the talented king of self-promotion, RCW champion John Wellington!

This gets a big boo from the crowd, who clearly aren’t interested in seeing their champion make his way out there.

Tripps: However, before we begin, Trippin’ is proud to bring to you an exclusive Trippin’ news break! Here at the Trip, we have our finger on the pulse of Renaissance Championship Wrestling news, and tonight is certainly no exception! Now, those of you in attendance remember the Twiggy vs. Matt Morgan match this evening that ended in a double count-out, which left us without a winner, and a participant for tonight’s main event battle royale! This left RCW management in a difficult position: who would receive the tenth and final spot in tonight’s battle royale? Would it go to Twiggy, or would Matt Morgan win his stipulation of choosing any member of the RCW roster to take the final spot?

The crowd gets a big “WE WANT TWIG-GY!” chant going, which Dave Tripps seems somewhat startled by. He allows the chant to continue for a while, then decides to seize control of his broadcast back.

Tripps: Well, the studio audience will certainly be pleased to hear the answer that was reached by management figures just minutes ago! With no clear-cut winner or loser in the matchup, and in order to protect themselves from potential litigation by a superstar upset over being denied a title opportunity, it has been decided that BOTH men will be awarded their stipulation from the match, expanding the battle royale to ELEVEN men! Matt Morgan will still choose a member of the RCW roster to compete in his second spot, and Twiggy will be granted entry into the match as well!

This gets a largely positive reaction from the crowd, which brings a smile to Dave Tripps’ face as the Powerpoint graphic gets updated:

- Katsushi Takemura

- Matt Morgan

- Kid Fantastic

- Adam Flash

- Red Hot Russ

- Twiggy

- ??? (Matt Morgan’s chosen entry)

- Danny Dallas

- Chris Stylez

- Ian Knoxx

- George Sand

Tripps: And now, with our breaking news story covered, it’s time for our guest this evening. Our guest is one of the most successful men in Renaissance Championship Wrestling history with an overwhelming win-loss record and high-profile wins over George Sand, Kid Fantastic, and former WWF legend Jake “The Snake” Roberts, among others! He is the current reigning RCW World Champion, and will take on the winner of tonight’s main-event battle royale next month at RCW’s November event, Victory Strikes Again! Please give a warm Trippin’ welcome to RCW champion, Mr. John Wellington!

The crowd, of course, boos the holy hell out of Wellington as he makes his way out from behind the curtains and steps into the aisle. He revels in the boos while toying with his title belt, wrapped tightly around his shoulder. He makes his way down to the ring and slides in, then shakes hands with Dave Tripps and slides into his seat at the Trippin’ desk.

Tripps: Mr. Wellington, it’s a pleasure to have you back here on the Trip once again! Thank you for joining us.

Wellington: Well, I figured that it’d be good practice for me, you know? Pretty soon, when the final language in my contract gets worked out, I’ll be a big star for the WWE, so I should get all the practice I can with interviews. I mean, I have perfect charisma already, and I tested through the roof with the Miramax people, but you don’t get to be the champion without practicing, you know?

Tripps: Right, of course. Well, Mr. Wellington, going off what you said, you still seem very confident about your impending departure from Renaissance Championship Wrestling, despite earlier claims that you were on your way out the door that have yet to materialize.

Wellington: Dave, you don’t understand how this business works, OK? Sure, for the rank and file, they just grab some formulaic contract and hand it over, but I’m no rank and file wrestler! They’ve got to work out merchandising deals, corporate jet usage, that sort of thing. My agent says once they’ve got the language all worked out for me, they’ll get in contact and we’ll be in business. Makes for shorter negotiations and all, you know?

Tripps: So you haven’t been formally negotiating with them, then?

Wellington: I might as well be in there with them every day, Dave. I mean, I’ve done nothing but win, and now I’m doing it on national TV! I mean, it’s hard to tell whether I’ll be a mere superstar a legend when all is said and done, since the competition here is so lousy, but they’ve seen me beat everyone in my path with style! It’d be pretty hard for them to miss out on the hottest talent in the wrestling business today!

Tripps: I see. Well, until you can ‘get your contract’ from the WWE, you’re still representing Renaissance Championship Wrestling as its World Champion. In the main event, which is coming up next, 11 men will compete to see who will receive the first shot at your RCW World Title! These men represent the best and brightest of RCW, as they all had to qualify for the match with a victory. Is there anyone you’re hoping to see win this match that you feel you’d particularly like to square off against, or anyone you’re hoping you can dodge?

Wellington: There are so many things wrong with that statement that I don’t even know where to begin, Dave, but let me try. First of all – if you’d been listening, you’d know that I’m a lock to be gone before Victory Strikes Again rolls around. I figure RCW will be lucky if I’m still here on Tuesday for 2Night! Secondly – everyone in this tournament is still clearly below me on the ladder. I’m the champion, and none of them are worthy of getting anywhere near this belt. And third – can you imagine me, John Wellington, being unwilling or afraid of facing anybody in this dump? This is RCW – Really Crappy Wrestlers! No one here can challenge me!

Tripps: Well, there is the issue of Kid Fantastic.

Wellington: What issue? I whooped his ass, took his title, and put him back in his damn place!

Tripps: Well, you did beat him for the title, this is true. However, he was never given his customary rematch for the title that he lost, and you’ve certainly done your best to avoid giving him another shot at that title.

Wellington: Look, Sucktastic’s a lousy wrestler who has no right being near this title. Me taking the title off his waist was the best thing that ever happened to RCW! And now Fantastic has to earn another title shot by jumping through all the damn hoops that I was forced to jump through on my unnecessarily long road to the title! Now Fantastic knows what it’s like to have to deal with the red tape, and the people telling you that you’re not worthy! The difference is, I proved that I was truly better than everyone else here! Fantastic hasn’t done that, and he’s never GOING to do that!

Tripps: Well, Mr. Wellington, I know myself and the people watching are always up for listening to your perspective on things. We’re just about out of time, but I do have one last question for you. The final spot in the battle royale tonight will go to a mystery man of Matt Morgan’s choosing… do you have a prediction for who that man will be?

Wellington: [smiles] Dave, I don’t think it matters who it’s going to be. No matter who struts out from behind that curtain, only one fact will end up truly mattering: I am the only one worthy of being the RCW champion.

Tripps: OK – Mr. Wellington, thank you very much for your time.

Wellington: I’ll see you later, Dave.

Tripps: As for us, that’s all the time we have for tonight. What a long, strange trip it’s been folks. And the reason that you’re all here, an eleven-man battle royale for the RCW title’s #1 contendership, is NOW!

RATING: 65

NOTES: Dave Tripps gained overness from this segment.

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RCW WORLD TITLE #1 CONTENDERSHIP

10-Man Battle Royale

And now, the main event. The introductions are handled quickly, with one man coming out right after the other. Takemura and Flash come out together as the first two men, both getting huge boos to start things out. The third man out is Matt Morgan, who gets a very similar reaction. The fourth entrant, Danny Dallas, gets a combination of cheers and “HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!”s ringing out from the crowd. The Irish Drinking Team of Chris Stylez and Ian Knoxx are competitors five and six, and they get a small pop on their way to the ring. The seventh competitor is Red Hot Russ, who gets a small but vocal group of boos from the crowd, who already have a problem with the annoying star. The eighth man out is George Sand, who gets the loudest pop of the night, despite the continual presence of a few boos from people upset over the Collyer storyline. The ninth competitor is Twiggy, who gets an extremely loud reaction, particularly from a small contingent wearing matching orange wigs to mimic their hero. As Twiggy slides into the ring, leaving Senor Naranja on the outside with Frank Stool, the tenth man, Kid Fantastic, steps out and gets blown away by cheers from the crowd. Fantastic slides into the ring, and the ten men stare each other down, with the tension laying thick and heavy. The fans, however, crane their necks towards the entrance, awaiting the arrival of the 11th and final competitor, who was hand-chosen by Matt Morgan. A few seconds of silence pass by, then music hits…

…and the crowd erupts into boos as JOHN WELLINGTON, the current reigning RCW World Champion, comes striding through the curtain! Frank Stool and Mike Hunter, the two officials, have no idea what to make of it as Wellington walks down to the ring, and the ten other competitors seem equally surprised by the move! Wellington leaves his title belt with Frank Stool, who lays the belt on top of Senor Narnaja, and slides into the ring with a microphone in his hand. The group already in the ring makes a little opening for Wellington as they stare between him and Matt Morgan, who has a blank expression on his face.

Wellington: Like I just said on that moronic talk show, there would be only one clear thing at the end of tonight: That I was the only man worthy of holding the RCW World Title! And when I win this battle royale, and become the #1 contender to my own title, I’ll have made it all too clear – absolutely nobody can compete with me! I am the alpha and the omega here in Renaissance Championship Wrestling, and tonight’s win is gonna get me an even bigger contract with the WWE! And all I had to do in exchange for it was promise Mr. Morgan here one small favor to be called in down the line – better claim it quick, Matt, since I’m not gonna be here too much longer! Now, as you…

However, Wellington doesn’t get to continue as the entire RCW roster, Matt Morgan included, launches itself at Wellington, absolutely whaling away on the overwhelmed champion! Wellington drops to one knee and tries to fight his way out, but blow upon blow upon blow rains down on his back and shoulders. Suddenly, the one figure not participating in the beatdown grabs John Wellington’s fallen microphone and chimes in.

Red Hot Russ: WAIT! WAIT WAIT WAIT! This isn’t fair! John Wellington is the RCW champion, and this is highly improper conduct to begin a match of this magnitude! The ring bell hasn’t even rung yet! Now I suggest that you all disperse to various sides of the ring and…

With that, the bell rings, officially starting the match! Everyone feasting on Wellington’s downed carcass looks up, then charges forward and nails Russ with the same offense! The crowd goes nuts as Russ gets promptly dismantled, then unceremoniously hoisted over the top rope to the floor outside, becoming the first elimination of the match!

ELIMINATION #1: Red Hot Russ, by entire RCW roster (:17)

With the match quickly down to the original ten-man limit, chaos breaks loose in the ring. Wellington, still down on the mat, gets attacked by an irate Kid Fantastic! Matt Morgan and Twiggy square off in the ring, while George Sand, Danny Dallas, and Katsushi Takemura end up in a three-way brawl in a corner, with neither able to get an edge. This leaves Adam Flash without his partner for backup, and at the mercy of the Irish Drinking Team, who work together perfectly. Eventually, Takemura breaks free from Sand and Dallas, evening the odds against the Drinking Team. No one gets much offense going early, due to the crowded ring making it impossible to move about freely. Matt Morgan has the strongest opening, pounding on Twiggy for the second time that night. He lifts Twiggy over his head and goes to throw him out, but Twiggy wraps himself around the top rope and refuses to budge! As he struggles, George Sand and Danny Dallas make a temporary alliance and stop fighting, instead charging forward at Matt Morgan from behind! The two men crash into him, but Morgan manages to balance himself before heading over the top! Twiggy sneaks away as Morgan bashes their heads together, then grabs Danny Dallas and throws him over the top rope, eliminating the up and coming RCW favorite!

ELIMINATION #2: Danny Dallas, by Matt Morgan (2:32)

Morgan goes after George Sand, but Sand manages to fight back, locking the two into battle. As they brawl, Twiggy sneaks off into the corner and rests up, feeling the effects of the brawl. However, John Wellington, finally recovered from his beating and having escaped Kid Fantastic, goes after Twiggy, trying to push him over the top. The tag team war carries on in the corner, with the Irish Drinking Team getting the advantage over Flash and Takemura. Stylez grabs his partner, Ian Knoxx, and whips him hard towards Katsushi Takemura – who ducks out of the way, sending Ian Knoxx tumbling over the top rope and to the outside, eliminating him!

ELIMINATION #3: Ian Knoxx, by Katsushi Takemura (4:57)

With his partner eliminated, Stylez quickly caves in to the assault from Flash and Takemura and takes a beating. While Twiggy and Fantastic start to get an advantage on John Wellington, and George Sand nails a DDT on Matt Morgan, Flash starts to nail the Flashdance on the woozy Chris Stylez! He nails the final chop, then steps back as Katsushi Takemura comes shooting in for a superkick – but Stylez falls to the ground, dodging the kick that nails Adam Flash flush in the jaw! Flash staggers backwards and leans precariously against the ropes, but seems to recover his balance when Twiggy comes charging against the ropes! Flash goes tumbling backwards and hits the ground, eliminating him!

ELIMINATION #4: Adam Flash, by Katsushi Takemura and Twiggy (6:12)

Twiggy continues to dart along, trying to clothesline Kid Fantastic and John Wellington out of the match, but Matt Morgan sticks his arm out and turns his nemesis inside out! Meanwhile, Adam Flash screams at Katsushi Takemura from the outside, irate over his elimination. Takemura manages to avoid a sneak attack from Chris Stylez, and the two continue to brawl. Twiggy gets to his feet and goes after George Sand, both men not wanting any more of Matt Morgan. Morgan looks around for someone to grab, with the closest being Kid Fantastic, who is still laying into John Wellington ferociously. Morgan grabs Fantastic and starts trying to push him over the top rope, and Fantastic resists, when John Wellington charges into them from behind! Fantastic manages to keep his grip on the rope, but Matt Morgan goes tumbling over the top much to the shock of the crowd!

ELIMINATION #5: Matt Morgan, by John Wellington (8:48)

Matt Morgan looks furious on the outside, but John Wellington just shrugs and turns his attention to Kid Fantastic. Fantastic fights back, and the two brawl into the corner, where they have company in Katsushi Takemura and Chris Stylez. The four get into an impressive clusterfuck, with Chris Stylez eventually emerging from the corner in the best shape. He backs up, then charges forward towards the corner with a big splash attempt in the corner, but Katsushi Takemura grabs him and throws him overhead, sending Stylez flying over the steel ringpost all the way to the outside, where he crashes hard against the ring barrier, eliminating him from the match.

ELIMINATION #6: Chris Stylez, by Katsushi Takemura (11:15)

With Stylez eliminated, five men remain in the match: Katsushi Takemura, John Wellington, George Sand, Kid Fantastic, and Twiggy. Katsushi Takemura shows some rare excitement, busting out some particularly impressive ninja pantomime in the middle of the ring. However, he clearly isn’t a very good ninja, as he never sees the bright orange wig coming toward him, like Jaws’ fin sticking out of the water. Twiggy comes charging forward and dropkicks Takemura squarely in the back, sending him tumbling over the top rope. Takemura tries to skin the cat back in, but John Wellington has no interest in that, following up with a second dropkick that officially eliminates Takemura.

ELIMINATION #7: Katsushi Takemura, by John Wellington (11:56)

With the match down to four men, the competitors pause for a moment, looking around the ring at each other: John Wellington, the hated champion, against perhaps the three biggest fan favorites in Renaissance Championship Wrestling: George Sand, Kid Fantastic, and Twiggy. The three fan favorites back Wellington into a corner, but unexpectedly, Twiggy turns and flies at George Sand, going after him instead! The crowd still pops for the fight between their favorites, while Kid Fantastic lets loose on John Wellington. George Sand quickly gains the upper hand on Twiggy, nailing a leg lariat off an irish whip, then grabbing him off the mat and hitting a chicken wing jawbreaker on the Bizarre One. Sand gets to his feet and signals for the Sands of Time. He scoops Twiggy off the mat and lifts him into the air, but Twiggy slips out and shoves George Sand into the ropes! Sand catches himself inside the ring on the ropes while Twiggy falls to the ground from the impact of the move. Suddenly, two men come charging across the ring – Kid Fantastic and John Wellington, holding hands, deliver a spectacular lariat across the back of George Sand! Between their combined might, George Sand goes tumbling over the top rope, crashing to the ground in front of the stunned crowd.

ELIMINATION #8: George Sand by Kid Fantastic and John Wellington (14:46)

To dispel any notions of a permanent partnership, Kid Fantastic and John Wellington immediately turn on each other, racing into a brawling contest, with John Wellington coming out on top. With Twiggy still out on the mat, Fantastic gets pressed into the ropes by Wellington. Fantastic fires back, but Wellington nails Fantastic with an impressive kick, knocking Kid Fantastic over the top rope – but Fantastic holds on and crashes down on the apron, just barely in the match! Wellington tries to kick away at Fantastic to eliminate him, but Fantastic reaches up and starts to pull Wellington over the top rope, like Chris Benoit did years ago at the Royal Rumble! Wellington fights for his life, but gets pulled over the top rope – and lands on the apron as well! The two men are on the ring apron, half-standing, brawling with each other as the crowd goes nuts! Suddenly, Twiggy, back on his feet, comes charging forward and slides at them with a baseball slide dropkick aimed straight at their ankles – which misses! Twiggy slides right between the two men and out of the ring! The crowd pops for a moment, but the refs make it clear that Twiggy is still in the match, having not gone over the top rope.

Fantastic grabs Wellington and tries to guillotine him on the ropes, but Wellington won’t buckle under Fantastic’s weight. Meanwhile, Twiggy consults with Senor Naranja, who apparently gives Twiggy the advice that he’s waiting to hear. With that, Twiggy climbs up onto the apron himself – but instead of joining the fray, he heads to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, which brings the crowd to their feet. Wellington and Fantastic continue to fight, with both men putting a death grip on the ropes with one hand, refusing to let go, while they try and pull the other one off the apron with their free arm. As they fight, they notice the crowd’s cheers and turn to the corner – just in time to see Twiggy come flying off the top with a cross-body block! He catches both men cleanly, and all three men go crashing off the ring apron to the floor below! Both Frank Stool and Mike Hunter, in position to make the call, come rushing over to check on the three men. After making sure all are OK, both men reach down and grab the arm of the man who touched the ground last...

TWIGGY!

ELIMINATION #9: Kid Fantastic, eliminated by Twiggy (18:03)

ELIMINATION #10: John Wellington, eliminated by Twiggy (18:03)

Twiggy’s cross-body block kept him on top of both Kid Fantastic and John Wellington, who took the brunt of the impact and the eliminations! As Twiggy is announced as the winner, much to the delight and surprise of the crowd, Twiggy grabs Senor Naranja and lays a big kiss across his drawn-on lips, leaving a big pucker mark on the metal. Meanwhile, Kid Fantastic and John Wellington unentangle themselves, still stunned by the outcome, as Twiggy celebrates with Senor Naranja and the crowd as RCW Carnaval comes to a raucous end!

WINNER and NEW #1 CONTENDER: Twiggy

RATING: 59

CROWD: 55

MATCH: 63

OVERALL: 60

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And out of her own goodness make the net

That shall enmesh them all.

I love the storyline, and the other dialog seemed to be more reworked and updated for the Polero-heavy audience. However, this quote just seems...off, for some reason.

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OCTOBER 1, 2007

FORDHAM UNIVERSITY DINING HALL

Today was a busy day for me and RCW – with only 48 hours between Carnaval and the next taping of RCW 2Night, there was a lot of stuff to get through, logistics to conquer. While Sophie was busy gathering her figures on how well the night had gone, I had decided to head over to Fordham and grab lunch with Jack. It was great to be back on a college campus – a totally refreshing experience for me. Just making my way to Jack’s dorm, which took me ten minutes, was a great time. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen so many gorgeous girls either. Of course, there was that part of my conscience telling me that Jack was probably friends with these people –they were my son’s age, I mean! – but when you’ve got a pair of double-D high beams coming around the corner, they blind you to just about everything else.

The dining hall was definitely something I had romanticized in my head, though. That food was pure garbage, and I could tell from the moment that I saw the menu for potatoes and chicken – and then couldn’t figure out which one was which. Tasting them wasn’t a big help either. But the din of 1500 people eating at the same time was really something else. Fortunately, Jack and I were able to find a part of the cafeteria that was a little more subdued. There were actually people my age sitting around there, so I assumed we had wandered over into the professor’s territory. Regardless, we found a free table and sat down to enjoy our ‘delicious’ chicken/potatoes/mystery extravaganza, and to talk some RCW.

Jack: Hey dad, how’d you think the show went yesterday?

Me: You tell me what you thought first. I want to hear your opinion, instead of having you just twist yours to make me happy.

Jack: Well – yeah, sure OK. I thought it was pretty cool overall, but it wasn’t perfect. It’s too bad we couldn’t have a title match at the show, you know? First big show like that and all, and we couldn’t defend the title. At least we gave Wellington and the title a big role and all, but it would have been nice to defend the belt.

Me: I see.

Personally, I had really liked the way that we had built things up. Back in the day, the WWF title wasn’t defended all the time. It just made the defenses that did happen even more important. And we had given away tons of World Title matches recently – Wellington was fighting more than any other champion we had. But I kept my coy smile on my face as Jack continued.

Jack: It’s kinda hard to build a full big show with the amount of TV time we get to build it, but this one went OK.

Me: Just OK?

Jack: Yeah – I mean, like I said about the title, I wish we could have gotten the title on the show.

Me: OK, I getcha. Now Jack, I did have a question for you.

Jack: Sure – what’s up, Dad?

Me: Well, you’ve been appearing on the show a bit lately, and I think the crowd’s really reacting well to you.

Jack: Um – I dunno about that one, dad. I haven’t even been on that many shows.

Me: Still, when Fred Laney beat the hell out of you the other week, the fans were really into it. They were getting behind you!

Jack: I think that was more Fred than me, Dad.

Me: Still, I have an idea. I want to spend a week working it out, but I want you and Fred Laney to work together a little more. I think there’s a real charisma there between the two of you, so we should have you interact a lot.

Jack: Dad…

Me: I haven’t written it yet, so we’ll look at it next week and see how it goes, OK? But for now, I wanna hear what you thought about last month. What did you think of the PPV, or the lead-up to it? It was a different thing for us, having to build to a big show instead of booking month to month.

Jack: Yeah, it was different…but I think it went really well.

Me: Really? You think so?

Jack: Yeah. I mean, we had four matches where there was some sort of history, which isn’t bad. There was one thing I really disliked about the show, though.

Me: Oh? Well Jack, what was it?

Jack: Well – Twiggy being the #1 contender? I mean, I love the guy. He took a small little role, one with some potential but no real substance, and he made himself one of the faces of the company. But he’s not really a World Title contender. Fred Laney beat him in their feud before, and he hasn’t really beaten Matt either. Do you think people are gonna buy him as a contender?

Me: Well Jack, you’re right about one thing – Twiggy’s one of our most popular wrestlers. The people love the guy. I don’t quite see it, but he’s making people get into him, which is the most important thing.

Jack: Yeah…

Me: And there weren’t a ton of other options – and besides, like you know, we’re gonna really focus the angle right off the bat on Tuesday to get the people into it.

Jack: I know, and I like that a lot. But it just seems like Twiggy could get hurt by this, like he’s getting moved up the card too soon, getting used in ways that he’s not ready for yet. And when Wellington beats him down, it’ll just hinder him even more.

Me: Who said that Twiggy was going to lose?

Jack: Well…wait, you might give him the title?

Me: I don’t know, Jack – I haven’t decided yet. Why wouldn’t I give it to him if there was a good idea that makes sense?

Jack: But Dad, I mean, you know I like Twiggy, but….

Me: Jack, don’t worry about it too much. I’m not gonna say much here, but just watch the next show and tell me if you think I’m going down the right track, OK?

Jack: Yeah dad, OK. I’ll see what you’ve got in the works.

Me: Thataboy. Now let’s go get seconds on that chicken parm, OK?

Jack: I thought you said this stuff was awful?

Me: It was…but it’s growing on me. Besides, gotta take advantage of the all-you-can-eat thing, right?

Jack: You know, most parents take their kids out to eat when they visit them at school.

Me: Well, most parents aren't me, Jack.

Jack: You don't have to tell me that, Boss.

With that, the two of us got up and headed for the line. Bring on that chicken parm! Bring on 2Night! Things are finally slipping into gear...

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OFFICIAL~! PREVIEW FOR RCW 2NIGHT

POST-CARNAVAL BLOWOUT!

In the wake of Carnaval, RCW has been turned on its head! A new #1 contender to John Wellington’s RCW World Title exists in the form of the eccentric Twiggy! Both Twiggy and John Wellington will be at 2Night to address their upcoming title match – how will John Wellington react to having to face RCW’s most popular sideshow in a main event match?

KATSUSHI TAKEMURA vs. TRAVIS FINITY

Travis Finity and his partner lost to the team of Adam Flash and Katsushi Takemura in a Battle Royal qualifying match to kick off Carnaval. Here, Finity has a chance at revenge as he takes on half of Team Flash. Will the Silent Assassin prove to be too much for the quickest man in RCW, or will Finity’s high-intensity brand of offense earn him another quick victory?

THE KOHL BROTHERS SPEAK!

The Kohl Brothers ended their strike in order to face the Irish Drinking Team at Carnaval, a team they thought would give them the good clean match they had been looking for since their arrival in RCW! And the Irish Drinking Team did just that, beating the Kohl Brothers in a perfectly clean match! How will the Kohl Brothers, who claimed to be invincible on a level playing field, react to this black mark on their reputation? Keith and Kent will be in the ring tonight to answer all the questions!

AND MORE!

One half of the Irish Drinking Team, Chris Stylez, will take on Charly Manson in a singles match, while former tag team partners do battle as Adam Flash and Red Hot Russ, victorious last night at Carnaval, will square off. George Sand, victorious over Nick Collyer, will also be in attendance – will he have company in the form of Nick Collyer or Ian Gomes? All this and much more will be broadcast LIVE on RCW 2Night!

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 2, 2007

RCW 2NIGHT

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RCW 2NIGHT

OCTOBER 2, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

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Red Hot Russ vs. Adam Flash

The show kicks off with Red Hot Russ and Adam Flash, two men who had partnered together at Carnaval just two days prior, doing battle. Flash had been quite vocal in his dislike of Russ (welcome to the club, Adam) during and after the match, and had demanded a shot at Russ as soon as humanly possible. As Flash waits for Russ to arrive, he continues bitching to Tizziana at ringside, who responds in an even MORE annoying manner than Flash. Russ finally makes his way down to the ring, but stops at the apron, staring at Tizziana.

Russ: You know, I really like what you did to clean yourself up today! Getting rid of that unibrow really takes attention away from the whole eye area, and that’s a good thing for you, so you look a lot better today!

Tizziana nearly has an aneurysm as she screams at a surprised Russ, who was unprepared for either the vitriolic reaction or Adam Flash’s baseball slide dropkick that takes him down. Flash wastes no time, grabbing Russ and sliding him into the ring.. A reeling Red Hot Russ spends most of the match in the same manner, backpedaling or falling down at the hands of Flash’s fists of fury. After working Russ over for the majority of the match, and surviving a brief counterattack from Russ that included an extremely long hammerlock that only served to further infuriate him, Flash decides to head up top and finish the match. As Flash climbs to the top, looking for the Last Call, Russ begins to stagger to his feet, much to the chagrin of Adam Flash. Flash leaps off the top rope and knocks Russ back down to the mat with a double axe handle, then quickly climbs back up top and leaps off, nailing the Last Call! He slides over and covers: 1………………….2…………………….3! Adam Flash rolls off and quickly exits the ring, glad to be done with Russ as Tizziana continues to curse in the fallen Russ’ direction from halfway up the aisleway.

WINNER: Adam Flash

OVERALL: 46

CROWD: 33

MATCH: 60

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Couples Therapy

While I contemplated whether Flash/Russ counts as a heel/heel match due to Russ’ incredibly dislikeable personality, the camera cuts backstage to where Francoise sits alone in the locker room, filing her nails in solitude. As she continues to do her nails, George Sand walks in behind her, which draws her attention.

Francoise: Hey you.

George: Hi Frannie. How goes the nails?

Francoise: Trouble as always – I keep chipping them when I’m down at the ring.

George: Um…Francoise….I was wondering something.

Francoise: Oh? And what is that?

George: Well….at Carnaval, were you talking to Nick Collyer before our match?

Francoise: What? Oh, yes, of course. Yes, Nick and I were talking. He’s really languishing right now George – he can’t deal with your displeasure.

George: Hmmph.

Francoise: George, listen to me. This is silly. If I have any grace or power to move you, talk to Nick and end this. He’s really an innocent victim of this whole war between you and Adam Flash, and this needs to stop now.

George: …OK. Fine. I’ll talk to Nick when I have a chance.

Francoise: How about in a few minutes? I know Nick was hanging out in the other locker room just a moment ago.

George: Not now, sweetheart. Some other time.

Francoise: Shall it be shortly?

George: The sooner for you, sweetheart.

Francoise: Shall it be at supper? We could all go out to eat together!

George: No, not tonight.

Francoise: We could eat tomorrow then…

George: Not then either, Francoise.

Francoise: George Sand! I wonder in my soul if there’s a single situation where you would ask me for something, and I would stand there muttering. Nick Collyer had your back, George, whenever anyone would attack you. Even if I would get bent out of shape about you being in wrestling, Nick would defend you. And now you repay him with this!

George: No more! Let him come when he will. I won’t deny you.

Francoise:: Don’t act like you’re doing me a favor here, George! This is no different than me asking you to bundle up on a cold day, or to eat healthy – this is GOOD for you, George!

George: Like I said, I won’t deny you anything, Frannie. I’ll do it, but I need one thing – can I just have some time to myself for a day or two? I don’t have a match, so you don’t need to be here tonight. I’ll give you a call in a day or two, OK?

Francoise: OK, George. You can have a little alone time. I’ll see you soon.

With that, Francoise gives George a kiss on the cheek and exits the locker room. She leaves George behind, staring down at his feet and looking particularly cross.

RATING: 65

NOTES: Francoise gained overness from this segment.

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Chris Stylez vs. Charly Manson

We head back to the ring, where one-half of the Irish Drinking Team, Chris Stylez, is set to take on Charly Manson in singles action. Ian Knoxx is nowhere to be seen, apparently having other commitments for the night, so Stylez makes his way out to the ring alone. The match is a competitive one, with the two men bringing out the best in each other. Neither man is able to hit their big moves – Manson is too quick for Stylez to pin down, but Stylez manages to reverse everything but the quickest moves that Manson has in his arsenal. Eventually Manson takes the upper hand and takes the fight to Stylez for a couple minutes, leaving Stylez down on the mat. Manson bounces off the middle rope and lands a twisting springboard leg drop, then heads up top, looking to hit Death’s Embrace and end the match. However, Stylez regains his composure and runs over to the corner, crotching Manson on the top turnbuckle. With Manson sitting on the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd and in obvious pain, Stylez takes advantage, grabbing Manson and delivering the Celtic Cross! Manson skids across the ring, and Stylez slides over and makes the cover: 1………………………2……………………….3!

WINNER: Chris Stylez

RATING: 69

CROWD: 50

MATCH: 88

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A Challenge Of The Tag Kind

As Stylez prepares to leave the ring, the voices of Keith and Kent Kohl, who have set themselves up just outside the backstage curtain, catch his attention.

Kent: Hey Stylez, listen up!

Keith: We’re talking to you, buddy boy!

Stylez releases his hold on the ropes and walks to the center of the ring, giving the Kohl Brothers a look of equal parts amusement, dismissal, and contempt. However, he just stands there, compliantly letting the Kohls say their piece.

Keith: You know Stylez, for someone who thinks he’s a tag team wrestler, you sure do a lot of singles wrestling! What’s the matter?

Kent: Your partner couldn’t stand to be around you or something?

Keith: I wouldn’t blame him – I wouldn’t want to partner up with such an annoying jerk too!

Stylez is clearly getting annoyed in the ring by the petty, juvenile insults that don’t seem to be going anywhere. Without the benefit of a microphone, he yells down the entranceway at Keith and Kent, with the words, “….your point?” getting picked up by the microphone.

Kent: You know what our point is, Chris?

Keith: Our point is simple!

Kent: You claimed to beat us cleanly at Carnaval!

Keith: And you almost pulled off that lie, didn’t you?

Kent: Heck, we almost believed it ourselves!

The crowd, along with Chris Stylez, is completely lost with the accusation from the Kohl Brothers, so the team obliges and continues their explanation for the faulty logic-impaired.

Kent: But we remembered that we NEVER lose in tag matches!

Keith: Not unless the other team is nothing but filthy cheaters!

Kent: And since we lost to you two….

Keith: …you guys cheated!

Kent: We don’t know how…

Keith: …or when!…

Kent: …but we know you did! And we’re not gonna put up with that crap!

Keith: Yeah!

Stylez looks at the two of them incredulously, then moves to exit the ring, dismissing the crackpot theory. However, Keith and Kent aren’t ready to let this drop and redouble their verbal accosting of one-half of the Irish Drinking Team.

Kent: Stylez! Don’t you go anywhere!

Keith: You see, we still think you guys have potential as a tag team!

Kent: You do, you really do! So this is the deal: if you promise not to cheat this time, we’ll fight you again next week here on 2Night!

Keith: And after we beat you guys, and you show the proper respect to tag team wrestling, we’ll gladly bury the hatchet and impart some of our wisdom to you!

Kent: So Chris, here’s your chance to make things right! You and Ian versus the two of us next week!

Keith: Are you game?

Chris looks at the two of them for a minute, then finally nods and points at them, giving the answer the Kohls were looking for. The crowd pops for the announcement of next week’s match, and everyone seems satisfied for the moment.

Kent: Good choice, Chris.

Keith: We’ll see you next week!

Kent: And don’t take the beating personally. It’s just that when we see double….

Keith: …YOU see trouble!

RATING: 45

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Travis Finity vs. Katsushi Takemura

Takemura, dressed once again in his full ninja outfit, is the first man down to the ring, swinging his sheathed sword around in a ‘fearsome’ display. Travis Finity, fired up from a combination of his usual overexuberance and a desire to avenge his tag team loss at Carnaval, comes charging down the ramp and immediately lays into Takemura. The sword clatters across the canvas and to the outside as the two men go at it, with Finity keeping the advantage over Takemura. Katsushi tries the strategy proven effective against Finity in the past by trying to lock in submissions and rest holds, but Travis quickly powers through them, taking the fight to Takemura. Finity takes a big advantage over Takemura, nailing a beautiful moonsault dropkick off an Irish whip, then immediately jumps to his feet and nails a picture-perfect standing shooting star. Instead of covering Takemura, Finity heads to the top rope, calling for the Finiter. As he waits for Takemura to get to his feet, Finity perches on the top rope – then goes crumpling forward to the mat as Adam Flash cracks Takemura’s sword across his back! Referee Mike Hunter has no choice but to call for the bell, giving Travis Finity the DQ win. However, Finity would probably trade the win for an end to the 2-on-1 beating at the hands of Flash and Takemura, who lay into the downed and defenseless Finity. As Tizziana screams at them from the outside, urging the destruction onwards, Takemura scoops Finity off the mat and plants him with a brainbuster in the center of the ring, then watches as Adam Flash comes flying off the top rope and nails the Last Call! The two men celebrate over Finity’s fallen body while Mike Hunter continues to yell at them, trying to force them out of the ring.

WINNER: Travis Finity (by DQ)

RATING: 67

CROWD: 53

MATCH: 81

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A Main-Event Showdown

With the ‘main event’ match ended, Team Flash heads towards the back while Frank Stool and Mike Hunter help Travis Finity to the back. As Finity disappears behind the curtain, the familiar music of the RCW champion, John Wellington, kicks up, and the crowd bursts into boos as Wellington makes his way out into the Earl Polero Bingo Hall. Wellington saunters down to the ring, taking his sweet time to get there as he revels in the boos from the crowd. He slides into the ring and takes a microphone from Sound Guy at ringside, ready to state his piece.

Wellington: Well, all you hooligans and drug dealers can rejoice – it’s the beginning of another month, and I’m still here in RCW. I wouldn’t get used to it, though. My agent has assured me that I should have a brand new contract, and a ticket out of this dump, ready by the beginning of next month. It’s easier for them to wait financially, you know?

The crowd, of course, does not know, and continues their booing of Wellington, who resumes his speech.

Wellington: Your opinion is noted and dismissed. However, it appears that I have business to take care of while I’m still here. Last Sunday at Carnaval, I made 10 RCW superstars go through what I had to go through to get a title shot – jump through hoops and fight people who have no business being in the main event! And like my odyssey towards the title proved, when you throw that much crap at a wall, people who have no business being in title matches will end up getting those opportunities.

The crowd emphasizes their boos here, supporting Twiggy’s win at Carnaval.

Wellington: So I’m sorry, ‘Kid Fantastic’, but you don’t get that precious title shot you wanted so bad. You came up short, just like you always do! And now you can’t go around claiming that I haven’t given you a chance to EARN a title shot – you had it, and you failed! Now, I’d like to introduce you to the man who successfully defeated Kid Fantastic, and who flukishly eliminated me as well – I give to you the #1 competitor, and a man who stands 0-1 against me in title matches – I give you Twiggy!

The crowd roars as Twiggy’s appropriately odd entrance music kicks in, summoning the Orange One to ringside. Twiggy, accompanied by Senor Naranja, pops out from behind the curtain. Disturbingly, both Twiggy and the good Senor are wearing matching outfits – nothing but an orange loincloth. Wellington just shrugs it off as Twiggy runs backwards down to the ring, hops up onto the ring apron, and limbos in under the middle rope. As the crowd pops for Twiggy’s flexible nature and mad limbo skills, Wellington stares at the #1 contender to his title, a bemused look on his face.

Wellington: Well, Twiggy…if that’s your real name…congratulations on becoming #1 contender to this waste of stainless steel and gold spray paint.

Twiggy: I don’t need that belt. I already have one!

Wellington takes a quick look at Twiggy’s waist, still covered solely by a loincloth, then shrugs it off.

Wellington: I’m sure you do, kid. Still, you’re going to have a chance to win this belt from me – then you’d have TWO belts! And it’s more a chance in the literal sense of the word than you actually having a real possibility of beating me, but still, TWO BELTS, Twiggy! Wouldn’t that be….um, special?

Wellington’s hesitance comes from Twiggy’s now-heated conversation with Senor Naranja, who is apparently in the throes of a deep argument with Twiggy.

Twiggy: NO! I tell you for the last time, orange cannot be a construct of man! Donnellan makes it clear within his works on human nature that experiential learning, the truest form of knowledge, proves that such constants like color are a truth, not a construct!

Twiggy stares intently at Senor Naranja, seemingly listening in apt attention to the good Senor’s response before his face twists into an ugly snarl.

Twiggy: No, YOU’RE the poophead!

Wellington: Twiggy, Twiggy, calm down! Save the intensity for RCW Victory Strikes Again, when I plan on continuing my run of dominance and retaining my RCW Title!

Wellington seemed like he had more to say, but suddenly music hits over the speaker system, signaling the arrival of RCW giant and Twiggy-hater Matt Morgan! Wellington, Twiggy, and Senor Naranja all whirl around and gawk at Morgan, who sidles down to the ring and steps over the top rope with ease. The intimidation of Morgan’s size is not lost on Wellington, who demurely steps aside, letting Morgan have center stage. The giant stares at Twiggy and Senor Naranja, then raises a microphone of his own and begins to speak.

Morgan: You know, I beat the hell out of you last night, and then look – here you are, #1 contender somehow, and acting even goofier than when I saw you before! What the hell gives, kid?

Twiggy doesn’t directly respond to the question, choosing instead the tactic of a staring contest with Senor Naranja. As Twiggy tries to intimidate the orange folding chair with his fiercely-raised eyebrows, Morgan gives up and turns to Wellington.

Morgan: Well John, I was gonna ask him, but I think I’ll go through the guy with three brain cells instead of one here. I’ve got two things to say here. You see, watching Twiggy just shrug that beating off last night, then somehow win the battle royal – you see, I didn’t get the job done last night. This isn’t over. So I’m gonna finish the job. I want a match with Twiggy at Victory Strikes Again!

The crowd pops for Morgan’s request, but Wellington doesn’t share the enthusiasm that Morgan and the crowd have.

Wellington: Well Matt, I’d like to help you out, but I’ve already got a match scheduled with him at Victory Strikes Again, you know? And since I am the champion of this dump, I’ve got first call on that sort of thing, you know? I’m sure you can fight him some other time, though, so if you want….

Wellington starts to turn away from Matt Morgan, but a giant hand clamps down on Wellington’s shoulder. John Wellington turns back towards Morgan, with a look of half-anger, half-terror on his face.

Wellington: I suppose you weren’t finished?

Morgan: Damn right I wasn’t! You see, John, like I said, I had two things to talk about! And that second thing….well, it involves you, John .You remember how you got your spot in that battle royal last night, right? With my spot, correct?

Wellington just nods, and Morgan continues.

Morgan: Well John, in exchange for that, you granted me one favor for use whenever I wanted it – and I’m not gonna waste any time, John. I’m cashing in that favor right now!

Wellington: Well Matt, that’s OK, but in the end, the World Title needs to be defended at Victory Strikes Again, so I think that when it comes down to it, I’ll be fighting Twiggy at the end of the month. Nothing personal, you know?

Morgan: You’re right there, John – you WILL be fighting Twiggy at Victory Strikes Again. And so will I. Because that favor of mine – which can be ANYTHING, as you may or may not recall, since you made that deal in such a hurry – is that you’re adding me to that title match!

Wellington: WHAT?

The crowd explodes into cheers, but Wellington quickly backpedals, looking for a way out.

Wellington: Matt, wouldn’t you prefer to fight him one on one? Besides, you have to earn title shots around here, and…

Morgan: What John, I don’t deserve a title shot? I’m undefeated here in RCW! I beat that joke of a #1 contender cleanly 1-2-3 a few months ago! You might remember it – you defended your title against him immediately after that match! Do you remember that, John?

Wellington nods, and Morgan continues.

Morgan: Well, I’m undefeated, I’m deserving, and now I can beat a lesson into Twiggy’s head AND walk out champion at the same time! Sounds like a pretty good scenario for me, doesn’t it?

Wellington is about to respond when Twiggy interjects, finally having ended the staring contest with Senor Naranja.

Twiggy: Whatever! I can beat you, and I can beat you – the only one I can’t beat is Senor Naranja! And Matthew, since you liked our tests so much, you and Johnny can study together!

Wellington: No!

Morgan: Tough luck, John! You have no say in this one – you made your bed, now lie in it. I’ll see both of you at Victory Strikes Again. And keep that ‘waste of steel and paint’ good and clean for me, Wellington. That’s gonna look real good around this waist in 26 days!

With that, Morgan’s music hits and he heads back up the aisle, a look of subtle victory on his face. Wellington just looks on in shock, in disbelief that his path to victory just got a LOT harder. Meanwhile, Twiggy has vanished, disappearing through the crowd with Senor Naranja in pursuit of god knows what. As 2Night goes off the air, the camera focuses on Wellington’s right hand gripping his title belt just a little bit tighter than before.

RATING: 58

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OVERALL: 58

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RCW 2NIGHT

OCTOBER 9, 2007

EARL POLERO BINGO HALL, BROOKLYN, NY

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Travis Finity vs. Katsushi Takemura

After last week’s match, which featured Finity on the business end of a 2-on-1 beatdown, Finity demanded a rematch, so we kick off the show with the previous week’s main event – Finity vs. Takemura. Finity hits the ring first, and grimaces slightly when Adam Flash and Tizziana appear alongside Takemura as they emerge from behind the curtain. However, as Team Flash approaches the ring, talking strategy, Finity takes the upper hand with a spectacular suicide dive that takes all three opponents in his path down to the floor. Finity uses his amazing early aggressiveness to his advantage, throwing Adam Flash headfirst over the ring barrier and into the crowd. Tizziana complains, but keeps her distance from Finity, who rolls Takemura into the ring and goes to town on the Silent Assassin. Takemura manages only token offense, failing to slow down the furious onslaught coming his way. Finity once again has the firm upper hand, and once again hits his patented moonsault dropkick/standing shooting star combo, but instead of going up top for the Finiter, this time he covers out of the SSP, sending referee Mike Hunter to the mat to make the count: 1……………………………2…………………………

NO! At the last second, a recovered Adam Flash and Tizziana each grab one of Mike Hunter’s legs and yank him out of the ring, stopping the count! Finity swears loudly and gets to his feet, challenging Flash to get into the ring. Flash talks trash from the outside and feigns getting in, then puts a big smile on while Takemura, back on his feet, nails a vicious forearm to the back of Finity’s skull, dropping the high flyer to the mat. On cue, Flash and Takemura slide into the ring and commence the 3-on-1 assault, laying the boots into him like there’s no tomorrow. Eventually Flash and Takemura back off, letting Tizziana throw slap after slap into Finity’s face, screaming in her horrendous Staten Island accent all the way. Finally Tizziana seems to have had enough and lets Finity’s face fall to the mat, beaten and slightly bloodied. Meanwhile, Team Flash happily accepts their boos from the crowd and heads to the back, while a recovered Mike Hunter officially DQ’s Takemura and goes to check on the injured Finity for the second show in a row.

WINNER: Travis Finity (via DQ)

RATING: 67

CROWD: 53

MATCH: 81

NOTES: Travis Finity gained overness from this match.

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Employee Relations

We cut backstage, where Fred Laney is sitting in front of his locker while he laces up his boots. As Laney loosens his shoulders, getting ready for competition later that evening, the door behind him opens and Jack comes walking in nervously, his eyes locked on Fred. Man, that’s good acting.

Jack: Um…Mr. Laney…

Fred turns around and sees Jack standing there, and his eyes tighten as a snarl appears in the lower right corner of his mouth.

Laney: What do you want, you little brat? Didn’t like the whooping I gave you last month enough?

Jack: Um……no, Mr. Laney, that was enough. I just had a message for you, sir, from the backstage crew.

Jack hands the note to Laney, then quickly ducks backwards as Laney opens the folded note and scans it quickly. His face snarls even more fiercely, and Jack takes another nervous step backwards towards the exit as Laney’s head snaps upwards.

Laney: What the hell is this? What do you mean I don’t have a match tonight? I’m fighting Sanders tonight, right?

Jack: Um…apparently Mr. Sanders won’t be able to make it here, sir. I guess they don’t have anyone else here that you can fight.

Laney: Oh, this is absolutely friggin’ ridiculous! You remember what happened last time I wanted a match, right kid?

Jack’s eyes get even more skittish and he paces backwards one more time. However, Fred Laney’s eyes are firmly locked on Jack’s now, and he takes a few steps forward as Jack moves back, narrowing the distance. With the intimidating Laney in his way, Jack looks up and stutters out an answer.

Jack: Um…I…yes, I do, but….but….this isn’t my job, you know, and…

Laney takes a slightly softer tone as he talks, but this seems to only frighten Jack more as Laney’s voice takes on a sinister edge.

Laney: You know what my favorite saying is, kid? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome. And since you just did the same thing…

Fred finishes the sentence by stepping up and drilling Jack in the face with a Wonderpunch, nearly taking Jack out of his shoes! Jack crumples in a ball on the floor, looking like he had been shot, while Laney steps forward and stands over him. He looks down for a moment, then drops to his knees and covers Jack with a pin. With his free hand, he slaps the ground: 1…………2…………3! He grins slightly as he gets up and looks at Jack, still motionless on the ground.

Laney: Told you I’d get my damn match.

Fred spits, nailing Jack square in the chest, then heads out the door and into the backstage area, where a few RCW personnel had gathered together, talking.

Laney: Hey, halfwits, look sharp and check out the jackass in there. I think he’s having his period.

The crew looks into the room, then medic Jeff springs into action as he sees Jack down and out on the floor. The group gathers around Jack as Fred Laney walks toward the parking lot, whistling the tune to “Prince Ali” as he goes.

RATING: 63

NOTES: Jack Hawkins gained overness from this segment. Fred Laney gained overness from this segment.

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Danny Dallas Takes The Mic

After watching Jack’s destruction at the hands of Fred Laney, the crowd pops as the backstage cameras cut to Danny Dallas, standing in front of our new RCW-branded backdrop. It turned out that Francoise had been taking art classes since she was 5, and she still aspired to be a professional. Until then, she was willing to put in time with RCW, but this was a nice way for her to combine the two talents she had. As Dallas steps in front of the prettiest backdrop the wrestling world had ever seen, he begins his speech in the expected way.

Dallas: HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!

Crowd: HOLLLLLLLLLLLLA!

Getting the expected response from the crowd, Dallas now begins the content portion of his diatribe.

Dallas: Now fer all of you folks who were wondering, ol’ Danny is sorry that he didn’t bring home that title shot at Carnaval. Gave it my best shot an’ all, but it wasn’t enough that night. Still, that Twiggy guy, he’s a good wrestler and a good man. I’ll be rootin’ for him against those two animals.

A tiny “WE WANT OR-ANGE!” chant starts up, and Danny gives a passing smile before relaunching.

Dallas: But Danny Dallas knows that he can keep on workin’ hard and get things done. You see, if you’re willin’ to work hard and come up big when it counts, well, that’s how you get to be on top of this place. Just look at the fellas that have been champ here. Kid Fantastic – sure, hard worker. Chance Beckett? Yeah, great wrestler. Even John Wellington, the guy’s a bit of a jerk, but he works hard, don’t he?

The crowd boos this statement, and Dallas smiles and nods, seeing things the way that the audience sees them.

Dallas: Alright, fine. I gotcha. But that’s what it takes. Hard work is what separates guys like John Wellington and Kid Fantastic from guys like that Russ fella – just getting’ thrown out of a battle royal in the blink of an eye for managin’ to rub everyone the wrong way. Or from someone like that fella Fred Laney we just saw beatin’ up some backstage kid. Gotta keep your eye on the damn prize.

Danny paces a little as the crowd buzzes, waiting to hear the end of the promo.

Dallas: So I’m gonna be one of them strong ones, one who’s gonna make it all the way to the top. It might be hard, y’know, but Danny Dallas ain’t ever run away with his tail between his legs before. I’m gonna be champ of this place someday, and unlike Mr. John Wellington, I’ll make sure to give that title the respect it deserves! Now can I get a HOLLLLLLLLLLA!?!

Crowd: HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA!!

RATING: 66

NOTES: Danny Dallas gained overness from this segment.

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Irish Drinking Team vs. Kohl Brothers

The night’s second rematch gets started as the Kohl Brothers, still stinging from their loss at Carnaval, hit the ring to take on the Irish Drinking Team. Stylez and Knoxx make their way down to the ring to a decent-sized pop for the still-new RCW stars. They slide into the ring and give Keith and Kent Kohl a weird semi-staredown, then get ready to start the match. The match opens in similar fashion to their encounter at Carnaval, with the IDT blowing their early advantage when Chris Stylez misses an elbow drop off the top rope. The Kohl Brothers quickly take the advantage, frequently tagging in and out and hitting Stylez with move after move. Kent nails a brutal spinebuster off an Irish whip, but only manages to get 2 before Stylez once again manages to kick out. After another few minutes of Ian Knoxx being stuck out of the action, Chris Stylez manages to reverse a powerbomb attempt from Kent into a headscissors takedown. With Kent down, Stylez manages to make it to the corner and tag Ian Knoxx in, who comes in like a man possessed. Keith Kohl, now tagged in, tries to go low and take out Knoxx’s knees, but Knoxx shows off a little agility and hops over Keith, then obliterates him with a fierce clothesline. As Stylez hold Kent Kohl off with a dragon sleeper, Knoxx lifts Keith into the air before nailing the Hard Knoxx Driver. He covers: 1……………………….2………………………..3! The Irish Drinking Team has emerged victorious once again over the Kohl Brothers! Keith and Kent are fuming as the IDT heads out of the ring and cracks open a pair of beers (Harp this time) on their way up the aisle.

WINNER: Irish Drinking Team

RATING: 66

CROWD: 47

MATCH: 86

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A Champion's Request

We cut backstage, where Matt Morgan is relaxing in the locker room with a drink in his hand and a smile on his face. As the door to the locker room swings open, the smile quickly drains from Morgan’s face as he tracks the entry of the RCW World Champion, John Wellington. Wellington wears his best attempt at a friendly demeanor and approaches the suspicious Morgan.

Wellington: Hey, Matt, how you…

John stops as Morgan looks down at the too-small gap between the two men. Wellington looks at the gap himself, then swallows deeply and takes a big step backwards. Morgan nods once and takes a deep inhalation while Wellington, already shaken, tries again.

Wellington: Um…yeah, Matt, how you doing today?

Morgan: No complaints, I guess. Just drinking my protein shake – gotta stay in good shape for the title match, right?

Wellington: Oh….yeah, of course, Matt. So…you’re still looking forward to that match, huh?

Morgan: Damn right I am. Just counting the minutes until I get to snap Twiggy’s pathetic little neck in half.

Wellington: Yeah – that Twiggy, he’s a real jackass.

Morgan: Son of a bitch dumped orange soda on me, keeps interfering with my matches – I’m gonna make that son of a bitch and his stupid orange chair pay

Wellington: So I guess Twiggy’s what you’re really looking forward to at Victory Strikes Again, huh? Well, y’know, if you wanted, I could try and talk to the booking guys, see if they’d let Twiggy fight twice, or whether they’d let me fight him some other time, or….

Matt Morgan ends Wellington’s ramblings with a sharply raised hand. As the champ, whose left hand tightly clutches the title belt wrapped around his shoulder, backs down, Morgan takes the last long draw of his shake before dropping the cup and turning his attention back to Wellington.

Morgan: John, let me make this clear. I want Twiggy. I want him bad. I’ve wanted him basically since I got here. You got that much absolutely right there, compadre. But I want something else back – my damn respect. You got that? Those assclowns in the WWE made me into some stuttering freak! I coulda been the next Undertaker, or Kane, or Batista, but no! I was the sideshow! And now I’m here, John, and I’m damn sure going to get my respect back! And the quickest way to respect is the way you figured out, Johnny – that nice little piece of gold around your arm. Sure, it ain’t the WWE belt, but it’s still my way back to the top. And so John, you might see now why I’m looking forward to this match so much. I get my respect back, and I get to kick two people’s asses on the way to earning it! Got it?

Wellington: Well….um….

Morgan: Get out of here. The next I see you, it better be in a ring.

With that, Morgan turns away and starts rooting through his gym bag, looking for something or other. Wellington, as usual, decides that discretion is the better part of valor and departs before Morgan emerges from his bag with a Powerbar. He looks up, sees Wellington gone, and gives a small smile before tearing into the bar, devouring half of it in one solid bite.

RATING: 64

NOTES: Matt Morgan gained overness from this segment.

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Ian Gomes vs. Kid Fantastic

The main event for the evening pits Ian Gomes against Kid Fantastic, wrestling for the first time since his near-win in the Battle Royal at Carnaval. Gomes is out first, and Sean Weldon comes down to the ring with him. Gomes gets a small round of boos from the crowd, but ignores them as he talks things over with Weldon. The crowd then erupts into cheers as Kid Fantastic emerges from behind the curtain. Gomes and Weldon look at each other, sharing their contempt for Fantastic as the crowd favorite makes his way down to the ring. He takes the time to celebrate a little, but activity behind him gets his attention. As Fantastic whirls around on the defensive, Ian Gomes plows into him, knocking Fantastic to the mat. Mike Hunter calls for the bell, and the match gets underway.

The match begins with Gomes in control, keeping Fantastic on the canvas with a series of sharp, efficient strikes to the ribcage and torso. Finally Fantastic drops his arms to protect his chest, and Gomes immediately changes tactics, going after the head of Fantastic. Gomes scoops up the Kid and delivers a pair of stiff headbutts before pulling Fantastic down into a facebuster on Ian’s knee. Gomes covers: 1……………………..2………………..and Fantastic kicks out at two. Fantastic struggles to stand up, but Gomes pulls him up roughly before going for a second facebuster. Fantastic goes crashing into Gomes’ knee, which busts open his nose. As Fantastic bleeds onto the canvas, Gomes laughs quickly while acknowledging the delight on Sean Weldon’s face on the outside. Gomes hops onto the second turnbuckle and leaps off, looking to land a kneedrop on Fantastic’s skull – but misses! Fantastic rolls out of the way, which reinvigorates the crowd as Gomes checks on his left knee, in obvious pain.

Fantastic fights up to his feet and heads after Gomes, who has gotten up as well. Fantastic lays into Gomes with a series of right fists. Gomes backs into the corner and absorbs the punishment before his leg buckles and he falls to the ground. Fantastic backs up, then charges forward and nails a baseball slide dropkick right into Gomes’ downed body in the corner. The crowd is going nuts as Fantastic celebrates briefly in the middle of the ring. Fantastic scoops Gomes off the ground, but Ian Gomes lashes out with a lightning quick thumb to the eye, regaining control of the match. As Mike Hunter tries to check on Fantastic, he doesn’t notice Sean Weldon reach under the ring, looking around for something. Gomes and Weldon lock eyes, then Gomes whips Fantastic across the ring, straight towards Weldon. As Sean Weldon extends a steel chair, his loot from under the ring, Fantastic reverses the Irish whip…..sending Ian Gomes crashing straight into a steel chair shot from the unsuspecting Sean Weldon! Gomes cries out and stumbles forward, and Fantastic takes advantage, hitting a Northern Lights suplex in stride! As Weldon looks at the chair in his hands with a horrified look, Fantastic scuttles to the top rope and leaps off – NAILING the Putdown on Gomes! Fantastic covers: 1…………………………………2……………………………..3!

As the bell rings, declaring Kid Fantastic the winner, Sean Weldon snaps back to reality. He looks in the ring, where Fantastic pushes himself up wearily, then leaps into action. Sean slides under the bottom rope and grabs Kid Fantastic. He whirls the Kid around, grabs him by the throat, and deposits him on the canvas with a side chokeslam! With Fantastic down on the mat, Weldon scurries over and checks on Ian Gomes. Gomes shakes his head to clear out the cobwebs, then barks at Weldon to get back over to Kid Fantastic. Weldon and Gomes, now back on his feet, head towards Fantastic, but Fantastic lashes out with a sweep kick from the canvas, knocking Gomes and Weldon into each other. The two grab onto each other and retain their balance, but Fantastic takes advantage of the opportunity and rolls out of the ring to the outside. As Gomes and Weldon decide to let Fantastic go, the former champion walks slowly up the entranceway, never once letting his eyes leaving the Goldon Boys with a suspicious look on his face.

RATING: 74

CROWD: 57

MATCH: 92

NOTES: Kid Fantastic lost overness from this match.

OVERALL: 67

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