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    The Hustle! entrance video passes and the cameras rove over the audience. Soon, it goes to the announce desk where Sam Garrick and Reg Baxter excitedly go over the events of A World Apart. They make a note of the fact that Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog, the new WCCW Tag Team champions, are making their first defense against Marty Jannetty and Tiger Mask.

    They then introduce a video.

    The video on the big screen is of Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog, chronicling their rise to the WCCW Tag Team championship. It highlights the Junkyard Dog's fantastic ending to the match, doing a triple replay of JYD hitting Terry Funk with the Thump.

    MARK YOUNGBLOOD versus CHRIS YOUNGBLOOD

    CWF Television Championship!

    The Youngbloods fight it out in a fast-paced match-up that has a lot of high spots. More than once, Chris Youngblood almost seals the deal, only for Mark to kick out. Mark finally hits a piledriver, but Chris grabs the bottom rope! They fight about the ring a bit more before Chris hits a big superkick, but it knocks Mark over the top rope and onto the outside! Chris watches helplessly as his brother lays on the outside, getting himself counted out. After the bell is rung, Mark looks up with a sinister grin on his face. Chris is enraged that he was denied his chance at the Television title.

    The camera goes backstage to show Mr. Perfect standing alone. He explains exactly why he hit Tully Blanchard with the chair: he had been consumed with beating Tully Blanchard, but he realized he was better than the America's title, so he decided to just lay Tully out. He then expressed that he was going after the World title now and that Kevin von Erich had better watch out at Mountain of Power because Perfect would definitely be in that match.

    THE FUNK BROTHERS versus ANTONIO INOKI & NICK BOCKWINKEL

    The Funks displayed their usual tag prowess, but Inoki and Bockwinkel held their own. Bockwinkel worked Dory over until Dory managed to tag Terry in, but he remained hot and knocked both men on their asses. Inoki was tagged in and the Japanese legend kicked and suplexed the Funks until they didn't know what had hit them. The Funks mounted a big comeback, using double-team tactics to get over Inoki. Just as Inoki started to get his bearings back, a bearded man leapt out of the crowd and struck him on the back with a pipe! Terry Funk rolled Inoki up for the win. The bearded man ripped off the false beard to reveal Robert Fuller!

    TONY ATLAS & THE JUNKYARD DOG versus MARTY JANNETTY & TIGER MASK

    Jannetty and Tiger Mask tagged back and forth quickly, using their speed against Atlas and the Dog. Atlas began to power his way back, hitting huge slams against both opponents. He tagged in the Dog and the Junkyard Dog battered his opponents around the ring until Tiger Mask got back inring and ran circles around the Junkyard Dog. He went for the tag, but Jannetty refused. Tiger Mask continued the fight, but when he went to the top rope, Jannetty hit it and crotched him on the top! Marty Jannetty then jumped up to the top rope and leapt forward, bulldogging Tiger Mask off! He left to a chorus of boos as the Junkyard Dog picked up the win for his team.

    Marty Jannetty was cornered by Greg Gagne in the back and asked about his actions. Jannetty said that he was tired of Tiger Mask getting all the recognition for being the most acrobatic and flashiest wrestler in CW. He was going to show the world that he was ten times betteTiger Mask any way he could.

    Kevin von Erich came out to celebrate his title win. As he was celebrating in the ring, Rick Rude and Mr. Perfect came out from the crowd! Kevin tried to defend himself, but they eventually overpowered him, allowing Rude to deliver the Rude Awakening! They hoisted him into the corner and Rude began to address the crowd, but just then Tully Blanchard hit the ring! Blanchard began to fight both of them, but they were proving too strong until KVE joined the fray once more! They dispatched Rude and Perfect and then introduced themselves as Wrestlers United, a combined force that would do away with Rude's Gang once and for all! The show closed on that note.

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    POST-CARD RECAP

    Chris Youngblood d. Mark Youngblood (R: 66%, Q: 80%)

    The Funk Brothers d. Antonio Inoki & Nick Bockwinkel (R: 68%, Q: 71%)

    Tony Atlas & the Junkyard Dog d. Marty Jannetty & Tiger Mask (R: 82%, Q: 83%)

    Overall Rating: 73%

    Nielsens: 3.94

    Attendance: 1507 people

    Tickets: $45210

    OOC: Short results for this Hustle! because I wanted to get the end of the year out of the way.
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    The video package for Jet Generation opens. It displays several incidents from the past month, beginning with KVE being screwed out of the title by Rude's Gang. It then proceeds to show Atlas and the Junkyard Dog rushing down to the ring and attacking the Funks, the Great Muta blasting Tiger Mask in the face with the mist and hitting with the shining wizard, Fuller kneeing Inoki in the back and allowing Terra Ryzing to hit him with the Earth Crisis, Mr. Perfect beating the living hell out of Tully Blanchard, and finally Rick Rude smashing Kevin von Erich with the CW World Heavyweight title.

    After the video ends, the camera pans around the screaming fans before alighting on the announce team.

    Garrick

    Hello, wrestling fans! I'm Sam Garrick and this is my broadcast associate Reggie Baxter, this is Colossal Wrestling's presentation of A World Apart!

    Baxter

    This card is stacked to the high heavens, Sam. I can't even believe this!

    Garrick

    That's right, Reg. We have Robert Fuller taking on Antonio Inoki, Tiger Mask against the Great Muta, and three title matches!

    Baxter

    But most especially, Sam, we've got the cage match between Kevin von Erich and Rick Rude for the World Heavyweight title!

    Garrick

    This is almost too much, Reg. Before we start any of our matches, though, we're going backstage where the WCCW Tag Team Champions Terry and Dory Funk have something to say.

    The cameras cut backstage to show the Funks and their manager, Bruce Pritchard. Terry drywashes his hands, smirking at the camera.

    Pritchard

    Hah. So here we are, A World Apart, another chance to rip apart Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog. The thing is, we never get tired of doing this. We wake up and we say "It's another chance to show up those chumps." It's a good day, ain't it, Terry?

    Terry

    Sure is, Bruce. Tony Atlas, Junkyard Dog, you guys have been trying for months to get these titles and you haven't succeeded. Haven't you ever stopped to think… maybe you aren't meant for 'em? Maybe you were never supposed to hold these WCCW straps?

    Dory

    We're the best tag team that this company has ever seen and that's a fact. You can't just expect to waltz into our ring and get these belts off of us. You gotta work your way up… climb that ladder, you know?

    Pritchard

    And even after you waste your time climbing all that way, all that it'll get you is the Funks throwing you all the way back down.

    Pritchard laughs.

    Pritchard

    So after tonight? Don't even try again. You guys aren't worth it.

    Terry

    I hope you've booked yourselves rooms in the hospitals, boys, because by God I'm coming to that ring with the intent to hurt you. Me and Dory love doing this, but it's getting monotonous, alright? We want new punching bags.

    Dory smirks.

    Dory

    And you know the only time your parents ever got you something new was when you broke it. So we're gonna have to break you.

    Cut away.

    ANTONIO INOKI versus ROBERT FULLER

    Weapons Match!

    "Sixteen Tons" by Merle Travis hits and Robert Fuller comes down to the ring to a mass of boos from the fans. Fuller berates them between throwing up his fists into the air. He rolls into the ring and slaps the turnbuckles, ranting at the crowd.

    "Planet Caravan" by Black Sabbath hits and Antonio comes out to a positive response in contrast to Fuller's. He looks all business, not even taking time to slap the hands of fans as he heads down to the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and glares at Fuller before climbing in and rubbing his wrists.

    Inoki and Fuller square off in the middle of the ring, tension filling the air. They begin some careful technical wrestling at first, with Inoki landing a big back suplex. Eventually, Fuller grabs Inoki by the head and tosses him out of the ring to a big response from the crowd. Rob Fuller follows him out and stomps him a few times. When he pulls Inoki up, Inoki whips him hard into the guardrail! Fuller sags against the rail and Inoki charges him, but Fuller manages to get out of the way in time!

    Garrick

    Robert Fuller breaks up the count by sliding into the ring, but he's back on the outside now.

    Baxter

    He's shooed the timekeeper out of his seat and now he's got the steel chair!

    Garrick

    OOF! Inoki just got cracked in the head with that chair! He didn't even see it!

    Baxter

    Fuller's just unloading with chairshots here, not letting Inoki breathe for a second!

    Garrick

    He drops it and grabs Inoki… DDT on the chair! DDT on the chair!

    Baxter

    And look at that, Sam! Antonio Inoki has officially been busted wide open!

    The crowd rains boos down on Fuller as he pulls Inoki up and rolls him back into the ring. He lifts up the apron and roots under it, grasping onto… a ladder! He pulls the ladder out and shoves it under the bottom rope. Fuller gets into the ring again and he initates a brawl with Inoki, both men slugging it out across the ring. Inoki grabs Fuller and flips him over with a huge exploder… but he only gets a two count! Once on his feet, Fuller begins to battle back, chopping Inoki hard across the chest. Inoki hits the ropes, but Fuller knocks him down with a European uppercut!

    Garrick

    Fuller pulls the ladder to the middle of the ring here, Reg, and this does not look good for Inoki here.

    Baxter

    Fuller's got him up and he's nailing right hand after right hand.

    Garrick

    Here's a suplex… but Inoki blocks! Fuller's up into the air and GOURDBUSTER onto the ladder!

    Baxter

    I won't be surprised if Fuller broke a few ribs there!

    Garrick

    Inoki setting the ladder up in the corner here and he pulls Fuller to his feet… whips him in!

    Baxter

    A big running back elbow crushes Fuller into the ladder there! Inoki's turned this around!

    Inoki throws Fuller about the ring, hitting him with a big belly-to-belly suplex, but Fuller gets his foot on the ropes before the three can be made! Fuller rolls out of the ring and grabs the chair again, taking a bit of a breather before getting back into the ring. Inoki tries to battle the chair away, but Robert Fuller thrusts the chair into Inoki's stomach and beats him silly with it over the head! Fuller stops for a bit to breathe, but before he can hit Antonio again, he's hit with a heavy punch the the ribs! Fuller stumbles and Inoki gets to his feet, hitting Fuller with an explosive kick to the head!

    Baxter

    Fuller's out on the mat here and Inoki is tired as a dog!

    Garrick

    He's determined to finish this, though! He's climbing… he's climbing that ladder!

    Baxter

    This is dangerous, Reg; that ladder isn't secure against those ropes!

    Garrick

    Inoki's gonna finish this one any way he can! Fuller's got to his feet…

    Baxter

    Inoki turns, he jumps!

    Garrick

    FULLER KICKS HIM IN THE GUT! Inoki's gasping for air!

    Baxter

    Fuller's got that chair in hand! He hits the ropes—

    Garrick

    ROBERT FULLER JUST TOOK INOKI'S HEAD OFF WITH THAT RUNNING CHAIR SHOT!

    Baxter

    He covers him! One! Two! Three!

    Garrick

    Robert Fuller has defeated Antonio Inoki!

    Baxter

    Fuller's not done! He pulls Inoki up and rests him against the ladder…

    Garrick

    Listen to that sickening crack! He just smashed the chair into Inoki's face again! The crowd is booing him as he gets out of the ring and rightly so!

    Baxter

    Look at that blood flowing from Inoki's head, Sam! Just a disgusting position to be in!

    The camera cuts to the back after the match ends, showing Rick Rude polishing his CW World Heavyweight title.

    Rude

    Kevin von Erich. You brought us here. You and you alone. Not me, not "the Ravishing One." Lord knows last thing I wanted to do was to grapple with some idiot who rests on the laurels of his family name to get ahead in life. But you… it always has to be about you, doesn't it? You had to get mixed up with my Gang. You had to kick and whine that you weren't the champion. You had to get this cage match booked. You, you, you.

    Rude glares up at the camera and shows the belt to it.

    Rude

    You want this belt, Kevin? You're gonna have to take it. I agreed to this match because I know you can't do that. You don't have it in you. And tonight? Tonight, I'm gonna PROVE it. Tonight I'm gonna prove that you don't hold a candle to me. I'm gonna leave you bloody in that cage, kid, while I celebrate keeping this title of mine. You are gonna need stitches. You are gonna need tape for your ribs. You are gonna need facial reconstruction surgery.

    Rude sneers.

    Rude

    You… you… you.

    The camera cuts away.

    The big screen shows a video that highlights the feud between Tiger Mask and the Great Muta. It shows the several times that Tiger Mask has been blinded with the poison mist first, making sure to note the many shining wizards as well. It then begins to show Tiger Mask fighting back, hitting the Tiger Suplex. It ends with an image of Tiger Mask blowing the fireball into the Great Muta's face and cowing Muta bigtime.

    THE FUNK BROTHERS versus TONY ATLAS & THE JUNKYARD DOG

    WCCW Tag Team Championship!

    "Cool Jerk" by Bootsy Collins hits and Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog come shimmying out, much to the delight of the fans! The slap the crowd's hands as they make their way down the ramp and head into the ring. Junkyard woofs at the crowd and Atlas climbs to the second rope, looking out at the crowd appreciatively.

    "Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash strikes up and Terry and Dory Funk come out, accompanied by Bruce Pritchard and the WCCW Tag Team belts! The crowd boos as the Funks make their way to the ring. They climb up to the apron and raise the belts high into the air, but Junkyard and Atlas have had enough—they rush them and drag the champs into the ring!

    A four-man brawl strikes up in the ring as both teams slug it out frantically. Eventually, Terry and Junkyard are thrown out of the ring. Atlas pounds on Dory, whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a big lariat. Dory jumps back to his feet and Tony Atlas tackles him to the mat, hitting him with a big double axehandle smash. He tags in the Junkyard Dog and they lift Dory into the air, smashing him into the mat with a double back suplex. JYD goes to pull Dory back up, but Dory pulls him into an inside cradle! The Dog kicks out, but Dory manages to jump to his corner and tag his brother into the ring!

    Baxter

    Terry Funk is in this on fire! Dropkick takes Junkyard down to size!

    Garrick

    Atlas into the ring and Terry with a nice diving lariat! Atlas rolls right back out of this one!

    Baxter

    The Funks pull Junkyard to his feet and hit a BIG double suplex!

    Garrick

    Now Terry's getting in the ref's face… no, come on!

    Baxter

    Dory's choking the Junkyard Dog! Tony Atlas tries to get into the ring, but the ref stops him!

    Garrick

    And Terry drops a dastardly knee right into the groin of the Dog! This is just sick!

    Dory finally exits the ring and Terry pulls the Junkyard Dog to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. JYD comes back and Terry fires a kick straight into his face. He tags back out to Dory and Dory climbs up to the second rope, leaping off with a knee drop to the back of Junkyard's head! He tags back out to his brother and the Funks pull the JYD up so that Terry can hit him with an atomic drop, setting him up for a big running lariat from Dory! Terry covers, but Junkyard kicks out at two. He tags back out to Dory and they stomp the hell out of Junkyard to massive boos from the crowd.

    Garrick

    Terry getting out of the ring here and Dory pulling the Junkyard Dog away from the ropes… TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!

    Baxter

    This could be it, Sam! The fans are hoping and praying that it's not, but the Texas cloverleaf hold has put away many competitors in its day!

    Garrick

    Junkyard's fighting it, though… he's fighting it… he's got the ropes!

    Baxter

    Dory is FURIOUS! He pulls the Dog to his feet, but JYD takes him down with a bionic elbow!

    Garrick

    He tags out to Atlas! The crowd is on their feet! Atlas charges in… NO!

    Baxter

    Dory Funk with the drop toe hold! He tags in Terry and now locks in a modified camel clutch.

    Garrick

    These Funks have no respect! Look at Terry slapping Tony Atlas across the face! Dory's laughing!

    Baxter

    Terry Funk into the ropes and now he BLASTS Tony across the face with a soccer kick!

    Terry Funk pulls Tony to his feet and goes to work with chops and kicks to the knee. He sends Atlas into the ropes and catches him with a spinning chop, covering; JYD breaks it up, only for Dory to come in and dropkick him in the jaw! Terry Funk continues working Atlas over, pushing him into the corner and wrapping his arm around the rope, torquing it madly. He pulls Atlas out and throws him to the mat with a scoop slam.

    Garrick

    He pulls Tony up and here's a rear chinlock.

    Baxter

    Terry Funk has some of the toughest submissions in the game, Sam; this could really ruin Atlas's neck.

    Garrick

    Atlas seems to be fading here, folks. Could Terry Funk have worn him down enough?

    Baxter

    NO! Tony Atlas is fighting it! He's pushing himself up to his feet… Terry Funk is bewildered!

    Garrick

    Elbow shot after elbow shot into the ribs of Terry Funk… and he breaks free!

    Baxter

    HOT tag to the Junkyard Dog and listen to this crowd! Junkyard steamrolls over Terry Funk and knocks Dory off the apron!

    Garrick

    Terry's back up and the Dog lariats him down again! JYD hits the ropes and knocks him down again! And again!

    Baxter

    The Junkyard Dog grabs Terry by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Catches him—

    Garrick

    THE THUMP! He hooks the leg!

    Baxter

    Atlas charges the ring and lariats Dory out of the ring!

    Garrick

    THE THREE! THE JUNKYARD DOG GOT THE THREE COUNT! NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

    Baxter

    I don't believe this!

    "Cool Jerk" hits again and the crowd goes wild!

    Garrick

    Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog are being handed the belts and they are ecstatic! They're slapping the hands of all the fans tonight and… look at that!

    Baxter

    They're exiting through the crowd, dancing all the way!

    After the match ends, the camera cuts to the back again.

    Garrick

    We're following the AWA America's champion Tully Blanchard here and… whoa, what's this?

    Baxter

    It's Mr. Perfect!

    Tully and Mr. Perfect stand nose to nose.

    Perfect

    Shine that belt up for me, Tully?

    Blanchard

    Piss off.

    Perfect

    Listen up, Blanch'. I'm gonna take that title from you. Rip it…

    Perfect grabs the belt and they struggle a bit.

    Perfect

    … from your…

    Tully jerks the belt back. Perfect sneers.

    Perfect

    … hands. You just wait, Tully.

    Mr. Perfect stalks off and Tully glares after him.

    TIGER MASK versus THE GREAT MUTA

    "Morning Final" by Blue Oyster Cult plays and Tiger Mask comes out to a huge applause. He makes his way to the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle from the apron, holding his index finger in the air before dropping to the canvas. He tests the ropes and shakes his legs to limber up.

    "Black Sabbath" by Black Sabbath hits and the arena is drowned in boos. The Great Muta strides out, planting his fists on his hips and looking out at the crowd. He walks down to the ring and climbs up onto the apron, looking from left to right before slipping through the ropes.

    As soon as the bell rings, both men start at each other, practically flying across the ring. Muta springboards off the second rope and corkscrews through the air, but Tiger Mask dodges; Muta lands on his feet and rolls away. They lock up and begin a technical showcase, chainwrestling about the ring until Muta grabs Tiger Mask by the head and runs up the ropes, looking for a shiranui. Tiger Mask pushes him off and Muta backflips, landing on his feet behind Tiger Mask, only to eat a backflip kick!

    Garrick

    Incredible agility from Tiger Mask there and now both men are back on their feet.

    Baxter

    Muta shoots Tiger Mask into the ropes… he drops to the ground and Tiger Mask jumps over him.

    Garrick

    Arm drag from Muta! Both men up—enzuigiri!

    Baxter

    Tiger Mask on his knees and Muta hits the ropes and BRAINS him with a dropkick to the back of the head!

    Garrick

    Fujiwara armbar here! Muta's wrenching that arm of Mask's; this could very well injure Tiger Mask!

    Baxter

    Tiger Mask is fighting it… and he gets his foot on the ropes!

    Garrick

    Great effort there from Tiger Mask, but now the Great Muta is pulling him to his feet and here's another armdrag!

    Baxter

    Both men up, monkey flip from Tiger Mask!

    Garrick

    Muta springs to his feet and Tiger Mask jumps—Muta reverses and throws him with a powerbomb!

    The Great Muta drops to a knee, but he quickly rises back up again. He pulls Tiger Mask to his feet and snap suplexes him back to the mat. He pops his hips and pulls Mask back up for vertical suplex, but Tiger Mask escapes out the back and drops Muta with a reverse DDT! He moves, trying to lock in a cross-arm breaker, but Muta grabs onto the ropes before the hold is locked in. He pulls Muta to his feet, but the Great Muta jabs him in the stomach and then hits a sole butt to the gut, doubling Tiger Mask over so that Muta can execute a bulldog!

    Garrick

    Muta stomps Tiger Mask here and now he hits the ropes, coming back with a leg drop!

    Baxter

    Cover! One! Two! Not enough!

    Garrick

    He pulls Tiger Mask up here and there are some brutal chops across the chest! Into the ropes—

    Baxter

    Flying leg lariat from Tiger Mask!

    Garrick

    The Great Muta jumps to his feet, but Tiger Mask takes him back down with a roundhouse kick! He jumps to the top rope and hits a split-legged moonsault!

    Baxter

    Is it enough?... NO! Muta kicks out at the two!

    Tiger Mask levers Muta to his feet and back suplexes him back to the mat in quick fashion. He rolls Muta up, but Muta manages to kick out before the three. Muta gets to his feet and Tiger Mask pulls him to his feet, locking his arms behind his back. He goes for the Tiger Suplex, but Muta plants his feet on the top turnbuckle and pushes backwards, crashing down on top of Tiger Mask in the middle of the ring! He twists and brings Tiger Mask to his feet before savaging him with a yakuza kick!

    Baxter

    He brings Tiger Mask up and feeds him those chops to the throat and chest!

    Garrick

    Tiger Mask fighting back here with some fierce right hands and—HOLY SMOKES!

    Baxter

    BIG high kick from Muta and Tiger Mask is groggy! He's just unloading with those kicks now!

    Garrick

    Vicious side kick to the stomach and now Tiger Mask is on a knee!

    Baxter

    This doesn't look good! The Great Muta is rubbing the throat and it looks like he's going to spit mist—!

    Garrick

    Tiger Mask springs to his feet and roundhouse kicks Muta in the jaw! Muta spits the mist into the air! Rolling sole butt to the stomach!

    Baxter

    He's got the arms! He's got the arms!

    Garrick

    TIGER DRIVER! There's the pin!

    Baxter

    And there's the three! Tiger Mask has defeated the Great Muta!

    Garrick

    Tiger Mask is celebrating now, playing to the crowd on the turnbuckles! This is a victory he has earned!

    Baxter

    What a hard-fought match between two phenomenal wrestlers!

    TULLY BLANCHARD versus MR. PERFECT

    AWA America's Championship!

    "Rainbow in the Dark" by Dio hits and Mr. Perfect struts out from the back to a heavy chorus of boos from the crowd. Perfect smirks and gestures to the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. He climbs in and tests out the ropes, walking from side to side as he waits for his opponent.

    "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam strikes up and the crowd ROARS with approval as the AWA America's champion steps out from the back. He hoists the title higher on his shoulder and walks down to the ring, walking up the steps and getting in. Tully and Perfect go nose to nose almost immediately. Tully tosses the belt away and hurls a right hand right into Perf's face!

    Mr. Perfect staggers back and Tully brawls with him around the ring, both men exchanging right hands, forearms and back elbows. Mr. Perfect manages to get Tully in a side headlock, wrenching the hold in until Blanchard lifts up and crushes Perfect into the mat with a back suplex! He turns and grabs Perfect by the hair, yanking him up to his feet before marching him over to the buckles and smashing his face into them.

    Baxter

    Tully Blanchard is showing no remorse in this match, no holding back.

    Garrick

    No he is not, Reg, just smashing Perfect's face into that turnbuckle relentlessly!

    Baxter

    Tries to set him up on the top here but Perf' isn't having any of it, elbowing Tully in the face!

    Garrick

    Perfect turns the tables! He's putting the boots to the champ in the corner here, looking for payback!

    Baxter

    OOF! Look at that chop across the throat!

    Garrick

    Painful indeed, Reg. Perfect pulling Tully out of the corner here… he's looking for the Perfect-plex!

    Baxter

    Tully blocks it! He lifts… spinning suplex on Mr. Perfect!

    Garrick

    Nearly lost it there, but Tully's still in this!

    Blanchard slowly comes to his feet and pulls Perfect up, whipping him across the ropes and tackling him to the mat when he comes back! He rams his fist repeatedly into Perfect's face before pulling Perfect back up, only to sling him back onto the mat! Mr. Perfect climbs to his feet slowly and Blanchard kicks his knee, sending Perfect toppling to the mat. Tully grabs the top rope and stomps the hell out of the back of Perfect's neck.

    Garrick

    Tully Blanchard pulls Perfect up here and sends him into the corner… hard knife-edge chop to the chest of Perfect!

    Baxter

    And here's a strong suplex from Blanchard, pulling Perfect out of the corner!

    Garrick

    Here's a pin… one! Two! Thr—no! Not enough!

    Baxter

    Blanchard arguing with the ref a little bit here, thinking he had that.

    Garrick

    He picks Perfect up, and Mr. Perfect with the jawbreaker!

    Baxter

    That was outta nowhere!

    Garrick

    Perf' back to his feet and he catches him in the facelock! Is this the Perfect-plex?

    Baxter

    Tully blocks it again! He grabs Perf by the head and sends him headfirst into the middle buckle!

    Garrick

    Mr. Perfect's ears have to be ringing by now!

    Tully grabs Perf' in a rear waistlock and pulls him up, slinging him back with a release German suplex! He crawls over for the cover, but Mr. Perfect kicks out before the three. Tully pulls Perfect to his feet and hits him with a series of European uppercuts, sending him backwards into the ropes. Tully pushes Perfect against the ropes and brains him with a bionic elbow before sending him back into the middle of the ring with a spinning scoop slam! He follows it up with a jumping elbow drop, but still can't secure the win!

    Baxter

    Tully Blanchard is getting fed up with this! He's looking out at the crowd like he means it!

    Garrick

    He pulls Perfect up and boots him hard in the stomach! Hooks him up here…

    Baxter

    Perfect grabs the rope! He's not letting Blanchard lift him!

    Garrick

    This could be the slingshot suplex but NO! A big knee to the gut of Blanchard!

    Baxter

    I think we're looking at a Perfect-plex! We have a new champion!

    Garrick

    Blanchard grabs the top rope! Blanchard's got the rope!

    Baxter

    Perfect breaks the hold and WHAT AN ASS!

    Garrick

    He rakes the eyes of Blanchard! The ref is checking up on the champion here and Perfect is on the outside.

    Baxter

    He's got a chair! He's got a chair!

    Garrick

    Perfect's back in the ring and the ref sees it! He tries to take it, Perf' pushes him away—

    Baxter

    WHAT AN UNGODLY SHOT! He just caved Tully Blanchard's cranium in!

    Garrick

    There's the bell! This one's over!

    Baxter

    No-no-no-NO!

    Garrick

    He just hit the ref with that chair! Mr. Perfect has no morals!

    Baxter

    He's the only one standing in the middle of that ring, Sam, the last man there!

    Garrick

    But Tully Blanchard is still the AWA America's champion! That's really what counts at the end of the day, Reg.

    RICK RUDE versus KEVIN VON ERICH

    CW World Heavyweight Championship!

    The blue steel bar cage is lowered and it sits ominously around the ring.

    "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult hits and the crowd goes insane as Kevin von Erich comes down to the ring. He waves at the crowd and walks down to the ring. He paces around it once before climbing through the door and standing in the ring. He grips the bars, waiting for his opponent.

    "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin hits and the crowd's boos are louder than they have ever been tonight as Rick Rude walks out, followed by all the members of his Gang. Rude walks towards the ring, but before he makes it very far, the referee demands that the rest of Rude's Gang go to the back! The Gang protests, but they eventually comply. Rude climbs into the ring, shedding his belt and his robe as he gets in.

    The door is closed and the crowd falls silent.

    Rude instantly turns and tries to scale the cage, but Kevin grabs him and throws him back to the mat. Rude springs up and Kevin feeds him sharp elbows, holding his hair all the while to keep his opponent close. Rick Rude begins to battle back with some right hands before grabbing Kevin by the arm and whipping him into the cage! Kevin hits it and drops to his front, shaking his head. Rude boots him in the temple, sneering, before he lifts him up and delivers a brutal haymaker to the jaw!

    Baxter

    Sam, this isn't a wrestling match! This is just a fight!

    Garrick

    This is a cage match, one of the most brutal contests in this sport; there is no time for wrestling!

    Baxter

    Rude grabs Kevin by the back of the head and he's grating his forehead over those bars!

    Garrick

    This is just barbaric! Listen to that cage rattle as Rude smashes Kevin's face into it!

    Baxter

    WHOA! A kind of discus throw into the cage and… Kevin von Erich is busted wide open, folks!

    Garrick

    Rude's trying to go up… and Kevin grabs his ankle! He yanks him down and there's a big side suplex! How's that for wrestling, eh, Reg?

    Rude still manages to get up first, pulling Kevin to his feet. Kevin throws some wild punches to Rude's gut, but the Ravishing One shuts him up with a knee lift. He grabs Kevin's arm and goes to whip him back into the cage, but Kevin reverses it and sends Rick Rude back-first into the steel! Rick stumbles out and Kevin catches him on the chin with a high dropkick that sends Rude flopping down onto the canvas! Kevin pulls Rude up to a sitting position so he can drill him in the back of the head with a low dropkick!

    Garrick

    Kevin going to climb up now. Rude's incapacitated…

    Baxter

    Rude getting to his feet! He grabs Kevin by the waist and throws him down… and takes a savage punch to the nose!

    Garrick

    He grabs Rude by the hair and charges across the ring, ramming him head-first into the cage!

    Baxter

    We're seeing the more violent side of Kevin von Erich tonight as he gets on the back of Rude and pulls his head up, just grinding his face against the steel bars!

    Garrick

    And here's a few smashes into the fencing for good measure!

    Baxter

    Rude finally pushes Kevin off, but now blood's leaking from the Ravishing One's face as well!

    Garrick

    This is too much!

    Rude gets to his feet and he begins to slug it out with Kevin von Erich, each punch opening up their wounds more and more. Both men are on their last legs soon, but they have to continue. Rude overpowers Kevin before long, sending him face-first into the cage. Kevin slumps against it aind Rude turns him around, chopping him across the collar. Kevin sinks lower and lower until Rude pulls him up, hooking him up and suplexing him into the middle of the ring!

    Garrick

    Both men are down in the middle of the ring! They need to get up and make it out of the ring to end this!

    Baxter

    Whoever gets up first is going to be at a huge advantage… and it's Rick Rude!

    Garrick

    Rude ascending the cage here. He's going to make it—!

    Baxter

    Kevin grabs him by the shin with both hands! He yanks Rude back down to the mat!

    Garrick

    Kevin unloading on Rude with right hands!

    Baxter

    Rude's fighting back with two of his own!

    Garrick

    How are these two still standing, much less battling it out!?

    Baxter

    I don't know, Sam, but—kick to the stomach! Kevin von Erich has Rude doubled over!

    Garrick

    He hooks Rick Rude up and lifts him with a suplex, smashing his back into the cage!

    Baxter

    Other waaaaaaaayyy GOURDBUSTER!

    Garrick

    Rude isn't moving! Kevin's got to get himself together!

    Baxter

    Kevin's starting up the cage! He's climbing… almost there!

    Garrick

    Rude's stirring and Kevin's having a hard time of it here! He can't… he's doing it!

    Baxter

    He pulls himself over!

    Garrick

    He hangs… and drops to the ground! That's it!

    The crowd EXPLODES with joy!

    Garrick

    Kevin von Erich has escaped the cage! He's the new World Heavyweight champion!

    Baxter

    Rick Rude can't believe it! He's almost motionless in the cage, pressed up against the bars!

    Garrick

    Kevin can't get up either, but he's still the champion! Months of seeking have finally paid off!

    Baxter

    What a phenomenal match!

    Garrick

    That's all we have for you tonight, folks! A World Apart is over! I'm Sam Garrick and this is Reggie Baxter, signing off! Tune in in two days' time for Hustle!

    Baxter

    See you then!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    POST-MATCH RECAP

    Robert Fuller d. Antonio Inoki (R: 71%, Q: 78%)

    Tony Atlas & the Junkyard Dog d. the Funk Brothers (R: 76%, Q: 78%)

    Tiger Mask d. the Great Muta (R: 89%, Q: 92%)

    Tully Blanchard d. Mr. Perfect (R: 80%, Q: 72%)

    Kevin von Erich d. Rick Rude (R: 89%, Q: 80%)

    Overall Rating: 80%

    PPV Buyrate: 0.54

    PPV Revenue: $1350000

    Attendance: 6638 people

    Tickets: $265520

  3. In the second thing between matches, you forgot to close an .

    It should go like this:

    Ha ha ha.....bye bye Iron Man! HA HA HA! Doctor Doom shall be in the final, but lets see our Ultimate Carnage Fighter in action. Because he is in the sewers right now.....LOOKING FOR DEADPOOL!!

    Also, after Magneto at the end, you have [ b] instead of [ /b] (without spaces, of course).

  4. "This is the last pay-per-view of the year, folks!" Bill Watts announced to the gathered employees of Colossal Wrestling. I sat next to him, chin resting on my interlocked fingers. "We've gotta stun 'em! Mountain of Power's coming up in January and you know that's a big deal. Now, I know we're running a stripped down show, but we've got reasons. Uh… Garrick. Explain 'em."

    "Sure thing, Cowboy," I said without standing. "Look, Jericho, DeFalco, Youngbloods, et cetera, I know that you're not getting a lot of airtime as of late, but we want to raise the ratings. A lot of people are sitting in the back for A World Apart and you just gotta remember that we're doing this for the company. You'll get your time, but we need to get our Nielsens higher."

    "So what?" Mike Sharpe said. "So you can beat WCW or the WWF?"

    "No," I half-lied. "So we can get another television show that'll allow us to showcase more of our talent. Most of you are wrestling house shows right now, but Watts'll tell ya, we want you on air. We want guys who are going to be something. You make a sacrifice now and you'll be glad for it later."

    "Are you sure this show is coming in?" Lance Storm piped in.

    I sighed. "No, we're not," I admitted. "We're going to do everything we can to get this thing, but all we can do is hope."

    "But I don't want to see anybody slacking," Watts warned. "You continue to wrestle on the house shows like you mean it because your work is going to determine whether you even get on TV again."

    I nodded in assent, leaning back as Watts continued his pep talk.

    * * * * * * * * * *

    "Sam," came a familiar voice from behind as I walked away from the meeting. I turned around to see Mr. Perfect hurrying to catch up to me. Curt stopped and folded his arms over his chest.

    "What is it, Curt?" I asked.

    "Sam, you know my work." I nodded. "You know I've been doing damn good on these shows." I nodded again, waiting for him to get to the point. "Merchandising tells me I'm moving 64% of product. 64%, Sam!"

    "Okay, okay, Curt, I get it," I said. "So what's this about? You didn't just stop me to brag, did you?"

    Curt leveled his eyes at me. "I want Funk's main event spot."

    I took a step forward, brandishing a finger. "Now, Curt—"

    "Hear me out, dammit!" Curt snapped, a frown covering his face. "Look, you want to keep the Funks as a tag team. I know you do. What's more is that you know Blanchard and Kevin against Rude's Gang draws. The fans need people to boo, Sam, and I've been doing a damn good job of getting them against me. I think I deserve a shot at the top."

    I glanced away, thinking. He was right about the way he'd been drawing the crowd in. He was a titanic heel. He was also right about me not wanting to break up the Funks just yet, even if Dory was ten times less over than his brother. But main event? "Terry's not gonna like it," I said.

    "I already talked to Terry," Curt said. "He said it'd be okay." I smiled. The Funker had no ego whatsoever.

    "Alright, Curt," I said. "You've got it. You better not let me down."

    "Don't worry, Sam," Curt reassured me. "Mr. Perfect headlining is gonna be the best decision you ever made."

  5. I like the fact that you still sell Kurt Angle as big business (which he was, considering his gold medal win). However, it just seems like a coddling together of old WWF/WCW talent and ECW top guys, a strategy that screams TNA. I like the pickup up of the Haas brothers, though, because of the preemption. All I can say is to revert Kanyon's first name back to Chris and give him a monster push.

    'Cause really.

    Who bettah than Kanyon?

  6. Ultimate Fighter Tournament

    Semi Final

    Dr. Doom vs Iron Man

    Streets of London

    Who doesn't mark out for Iron Man? Badass powers and a sympathetic element?

    Ultimate Carnage Fighter

    The Punisher© vs ???

    Hilton Hotel

    Unless you put a real solid martial artist up against him, the Punisher's got to take it.

    Winner Faces Ultimate Carnage Fighter at 'Super Battle' Later This Month

    Daredevil vs Blade vs Ghost Rider

    Monster Truck Rally

    Screw Daredevil and Blade. Process of elimination.

    3 on 3 War

    Cyclops, Gambit & Wolverine vs Dr. Octopus, Rhino & Shocker

    Prof. X's Mansion

    Hey, I like faces. Doc Oc doesn't stand a chance in this and I'm not familiar with the last two guys.

    Ultimate Fighter Tournament

    Semi Final

    Captain America vs Magneto

    The Pentagon

    Captain for life. Magneto might be a badass villain, but you can't pull one over on Steve Rogers.

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    After the Hustle! entrance video fades, the cameras sweep over the crowd before heading to the announce desk. Sam Garrick and Reggie Baxter introduce the show, saying that they're glad everyone's tuned in. They make mention of the AWA #1 contendership match taking place between Mr. Perfect and Nick Bockwinkel that will determine who goes on to face Tully Blanchard at A World Apart. They then introduce the first match-up, a Television title bout between new champion Mark Youngblood and long-time Television title aspirant Robert Fuller.

    MARK YOUNGBLOOD versus ROBERT FULLER

    CWF Television Championship!

    Youngblood and Fuller face off, executing some sold brawling against each other. Fuller takes over with a series of punches followed by a neckbreaker and a nearfall. Fuller continues his domination with some suplexes before throwing Youngblood into the corner. He follows him in, but Youngblood escapes, leaving Fuller hit to hit the buckles. Mark follows him in then, climbing up and executing a ten punch before jumping back with a sit-out facebuster that only earns a near-fall!

    Garrick

    Mark Youngblood is working Fuller over here, bringing him to his feet and nailing him with right hands!

    Baxter

    Fuller's fighting back, though; he's not about to lay down! He wants that title!

    Garrick

    Fuller into the ropes and Mark catches him on the comeback with a lariat! He covers! One! Two!

    Baxter

    Kickout from Rob!

    Garrick

    Mark pulls Fuller up, but Robert Fuller trips him! He tries to get up and Fuller hits a big GUTBUSTER!

    Baxter

    He gets Youngblood to his feet again and—HEY!

    Garrick

    Someone's jumped out of the crowd here and they're up on the apron!

    Baxter

    Fuller about to whip Mark into the ropes… REVERSED!

    Garrick

    That mystery man just clocked Robert Fuller in the face with a right hand!

    Baxter

    Fuller walks into a reverse DDT! Youngblood covers… and there's the three-count!

    Garrick

    That mystery man looks shocked!

    Baxter

    It's Chris Youngblood! He's just accidentally helped his brother retain his belt!

    Garrick

    Robert Fuller is incensed! He's stalking to the back, yelling at the fans maniacally here.

    The cameras follow Fuller backstage as he throws things around, yelling at the top of his lungs.

    Fuller

    Dammit! Dammit! It was all worked out, I was gonna have that belt in my grasp! And then that… that idiot kid!

    Fuller kicks over a table and whirls around straight into a chest!

    Garrick

    It's Antonio Inoki!

    Baxter

    Inoki lays a fist into Fuller! He's just firing off rights, knocking the sense out of Fuller!

    Garrick

    He sends Fuller face first into the wall and then kicks him HARD in the temple! Robert Fuller's down like a sack of bricks!

    Inoki

    Have some honor.

    Inoki stalks off, leaving Fuller down.

    Garrick

    Inoki just teaching Fuller a lesson in humility!

    Baxter

    Indeed, Sam. But right now we've got to go to commercials!

    COMMERCIAL BREAK

    At ringside, Kevin von Erich's music hits and the crowd goes wild.

    Garrick

    Kevin von Erich is making his way down to the ring now and he's obviously got something to say.

    Baxter

    Maybe about that handicap match? Kevin deserves to gloat a little, don't you think?

    Garrick

    After everything he's endured, sure.

    KVE

    Now, you all know about… Rick Rude.

    The crowd boos.

    KVE

    You know he's cheated me at every turn or at least tried to. Every week, he's hounded me, tried to bring me down, and I'm sick… and… tired of it. So I thought to myself… how can I end this? How can I bring a definite end to all this violence between us? In a soundbite, what… is the ultimate… grudge match?

    Garrick

    I think I know what he's getting at, Reg.

    KVE

    I got to thinking and I said to myself "I don't need Rude's Gang interfering on this one." I thought to myself "I can win without anyone aiding me." I thought to myself… "Well, dammit, Kev, there oughta be some sort of… barrier."

    Baxter

    Kevin von Erich can't be serious!

    Garrick

    I think he is!

    KVE

    Ricky! I'm challenging you, right here in front of everybody, to a steel cage match at A World Apart for that World Heavyweight title you have around your waist!

    The screen flickers on to show Rick Rude standing in his locker room, the belt slung over his shoulder.

    Rude

    So, Kevin, you want this belt? After I beat you at Festival of Masks, after I beat you at Jet Generation, you want another shot?

    KVE

    You cheated me both times, Rick! This is the only way!

    Rude

    You're right, Kev. This is the only way. This is the only way I can ensure that I'll mess your face up enough that your friends won't recognize you, your family won't love you, and your fans will stop cheering you every night! This is the only way I can prove, once and for all, that I'm the only World Heavyweight champion that this company needs.

    KVE

    So what's your answer? Are you gonna dodge this one?

    Rude pauses. The crowd starts a "K-V-E!" chant.

    Rude

    Kevin… you're on.

    The crowd explodes!

    Garrick

    What a match! Kevin von Erich takes on Rick Rude at A World Apart for the CW World Heavyweight title!

    Baxter

    Look at the smile on Kevin's face! This is too much!

    TIGER MASK versus MARTY JANNETTY

    Tiger Mask and Jannetty put on a high-paced match-up with neither man being able to hold the other for long at the beginning. Jannetty executes a tough snap suplex and gets a near-fall. After that, Janetty puts the heat on with some running chops and then a flying kick to the head, taking Tiger Mask to the mat. As Jannetty goes back over, Tiger Mask kips up and spins, kicking Jannetty in the head! The crowd roars as Tiger Mask leaps up and grabs Jannetty, flipping him over with a monkey flip.

    Baxter

    Jannetty to his feet, but here's an arm drag from Tiger Mask.

    Garrick

    Jannetty with a headscissors takedown here and Tiger Mask slides out onto the apron.

    Baxter

    A good move from Marty Jannetty, but he's gotta buck up here. He's taking too much time playing to the fans…

    Garrick

    SLINGSHOT LEG LARIAT! Tiger Mask took Jannetty down in a big way!

    Baxter

    Tiger Mask pulls Jannetty up and here it comes!

    Garrick

    TIGER SUPLEX! He bridges it!

    Baxter

    Where the hell is security! That's the Great Muta!

    Garrick

    He breaks it up and the ref is calling for the bell! Tiger Muta takes this by DQ!

    Baxter

    Muta's not done: he pulls Tiger Mask up and drills him with a DDT!

    Garrick

    FINALLY! Security runs the Great Muta off!

    Baxter

    We're gonna take a quick commercial break, folks, stay tuned!

    COMMERCIAL BREAK

    As the show returns, Terry Funk is standing in the middle of the ring, rubbing his neck. He's got a mic in hand.

    Terry Funk

    Last week… last week, me and my brother Dory were attacked by Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog. And they're dumb, but dammit are they strong. Tony, you put a damn crick in my neck and that makes me mad as hell. See, my life is wrestling. That's all I know how to do. This crick… this could put me out! End my career! And I'm not about to have it ended without speaking with the man that put me out face-to-face. So Tony Atlas, bring your ass out here! ALONE.

    Tony Atlas's music hits and Atlas comes down the ring, looking around warily.

    Garrick

    This is a mistake! This is… there's Dory!

    Baxter

    Blindsided with a chair to the back of the skull! Now he's shoving Atlas into the ring and Terry's putting the boots to him!

    Garrick

    The Tag Team champions are just demolishing Tony Atlas, but here's the cavalry!

    The crowd cheers as the Junkyard Dog charges down to the ring!

    Baxter

    He's up on the apron, but Terry smashes him in the face with that chair and sends him flying off!

    Garrick

    This is pure destruction, Reg! Terry's on the outside beating that steelc hair into the Junkyard Dog's skull!

    Baxter

    Dory has Tony in the Texas cloverleaf!

    Garrick

    Security's making it to the ring finally, pulling the Funks away from Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog… but the damage's done, Reg. The damage is done.

    Baxter

    We're gonna have to take our final commercial break here and then we'll come back with our main event, Mr. Perfect taking on Nick Bockwinkel for the #1 contendership to the AWA America's title!

    COMMERCIAL BREAK

    MR. PERFECT versus NICK BOCKWINKEL

    AWA America's Contendership!

    Mr. Perfect and Nick Bockwinkel start out with some technical wrestling with Perfect eventually getting the upper hand, pushing Nick about and slapping him around. Nick Bockwinkel eventually gets tired of this, backhanding Perfect before putting him through the paces with some classic, grueling technical stuff. Perfect tries to steal it with an inside cradle, but Nick manages to get the ropes.

    Garrick

    Perfect on the outside here taking a breather.

    Baxter

    Looks like his knuckles are sore from the way he's rubbing them.

    Garrick

    Bock's got a hard head, Reg. Well, now Mr. Perfect is back in the ring and they lock-up…

    Baxter

    Perfect breaks it… holy cow!

    Garrick

    That punch took Bockwinkel right out!

    Baxter

    That scoundrel's got brass knucks! He just knocked Nick Bockwinkel unconscious!

    Garrick

    He craftily hides that hand as he makes the pin… he just won the #1 contendership!

    Tully Blanchard's music hits and Blanchard heads down to the ring, incensed.

    Baxter

    Blanchard in the ring now and he spins Perfect around… and eats a right hand!

    Garrick

    Perfect's on top of him now, smashing his head in with those brass knuckles!

    Baxter

    Kevin von Erich is running down to the ring at top speed!

    Garrick

    Perfect doesn't get turned in time! Kevin is unloading with those right hands!

    Baxter

    He sends Perf' into the ropes and catches him with a flying elbow!

    Garrick

    Rick Rude is making his way down now, title in tow!

    Baxter

    Kevin is jawjacking at him, leaning over that rope…

    Garrick

    Perfect spins him around and brains him with those knuckles!

    Baxter

    Kevin von Erich is hanging on the ropes and Rude's up on the apron… he charges down and cleans Kevin's clock with that title belt!

    Garrick

    Rick Rude and Mr. Perfect have just demolished three men tonight, all courtesy of those brass knuckles!

    Baxter

    And they're proud of themselves! This is disgusting!

    Garrick

    Well, folks, we're out of time! Join us next week on Hustle!.

    * * * * * * * * * *

    POST-CARD RECAP

    Mark Youngblood d. Robert Fuller (R: 55%, Q: 74%)

    Tiger Mask d. Marty Jannetty (R: 78%, Q: 95%)

    Mr. Perfect d. Nick Bockwinkel (R: 70%, Q: 66%)

    Overall Rating: 70%

    Nielsens: 3.70

    Attendance: 1259 people

    Tickets: $37770

    OOC: A change in the layout for the cards. Let me know if it's better or worse; I thought having it flow continuously would be a good change.
  8. "He did what!?" I howled. I leaned forward, planting my elbows on the desk. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

    "He broke his leg, Sam," Melissa Long said. "I'm sorry, I can't unbreak it."

    "What broke it?" I rubbed my face down. Dammit, we needed him. He was a real worker, he could draw. I'd been considering him for a title push soon!

    "It looks like a low dropkick that Mark hit him with just… struck him wrong," Long said with a sigh. "But he might have taken that Rocker Dropper wrong, too. If he landed on his knees a bit that might have done it."

    "How long's Hall going to be out for?" I asked.

    "I'd estimate about… seven months, give or take." I sighed.

    "So what are we gonna do with Jannetty?" I mused.

    "I don't know," Melissa said hopelessly with a shrug of her shoulders. "I'm not a booker."

    * * * * * * * * * *

    Cowboy Bill Watts looked at me over folded hands. I could see he wasn't happy. I hadn't broken the news about Starship Coyote to him yet, but he obviously had something on his mind.

    "Garrick, I don't know what you're doing," Bill said. "You saw Hustle!?"

    "Yeah," I said blandly. I hated how he had to ask me every week.

    "You know what I didn't see, Garrick? I didn't see Dunlay on Hustle!. Now, would you care to tell me why that is?"

    "Look, Cowboy," I said exasperatedly. "We need to pull up our ratings. Dunlay doesn't draw. Not yet, anyway." I added quickly, seeing the anger on Watts's face. "We have to put some of our plans on hold right now."

    "Garrick, I'm not playing games. We're gonna make this company a success, but we're gonna do it with Dunlay as a major player in that. You understand me?"

    "Cowboy, I know, but listen. We're sending out tapes frantically trying to get a second show. If we get that show, we can use it to build up guys like Dunlay, get them over, and then we can put them on Hustle!."

    "And how exactly do you plan to keep the ratings up on that one?"

    "We don't have to get our ratings as high for that show," I said, "But we'll have some work from our top guys on it to bring in the ratings, keep people watching. Once in a while we'll put a big match on it."

    Watts nodded. "Have you got a name yet?"

    I shook my head. "No, we haven't got a deal yet. In fact, the WCW Wednesday deal was ours."

    "So they're the bastards that got MTV."

    "Yeah, Cowboy." I stroked my chin, noticing I was growing a little fuzz. "They're the ones. Still, their ratings didn't go up last week, so hopefully the show will tank big time. And Superstars fell."

    "So it was an off week," Watts snorted. "What does that mean?"

    "It means we might catch 'em, Cowboy. We have a chance."

    "Sure," the Cowboy said. "You just make sure you put Dunlay over proper, okay?"

    "Sure, Cowboy. Whatever you say."

    * * * * * * * * * *

    Marty Jannetty shook his head, cradling his cup of coffee in both hands.

    "I was on a roll, Sam," he said dejectedly. "A goddamn roll."

    "I know, Marty, but I can't do anything about it," I said, patting him on the shoulder. "If you can heal Scott magically, I'm begging you to do it. But if you can't…"

    "So what now?" Marty said, looking up at me. "You just gonna throw me away now that my program with him is done?"

    "No way, Marty," I said reassuringly. "Did you see the numbers? You're pulling in 3% of our merchandise by yourself. You're over and we're not gonna waste that."

    "So what's the plan, Sam?"

    I smiled and leaned in, whispering into his ear. A smile came over Marty's face and he nodded emphatically.

  9. I've only read this second page, but it's a very entertaining read. The big two-stable feud works very well and encapsulates the whole show the way it should.

    I like the DDP push (DDP mark!), but somehow I don't think he'll be walking out of Slamboree with the title. Neither do I think Billy Kidman is ready for it. It's Hogan or Jarrett, and Jarrett needs to be rid of that title quickly. Hopefully that means Hogan will have a short reign that serves to put someone else over, but who knows?

    And doesn't Waltman use Syxx-Pac just now? I thought in WCW he was just Syxx, in WWF he was 123 Kid or X-Pac, and now that WWE has both trademarks, he fused the name.

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    The Hustle! entrance video ends and the camera pans around the arena full of screaming fans. Finally, it goes over to the announce desk where Sam Garrick and Reg Baxter introduce the show. They talk about the main event handicap match pitting Kevin von Erich against Rick Rude and Mr. Perfect, talking about the unfairness of the match. They note that the Funk Brothers are going to start out in a non-title match against Antonio Inoki and Nick Bockwinkel, making sure to state that if Inoki and Bockwinkel can defeat them here, it would put them in strong running for the belts.

    * * * * * * * * * *

    A twangy country guitar blares over the PA and the crowd instantly boos.

    Garrick: Those damn Funks are headed down to the ring.

    Baxter: They're way too cocky, Sam, I agree. But still, they're the WCCW Tag Team champions and they deserve at least a little respect.

    Garrick: Not from me, Reg. Stealing a belt doesn't mean squat.

    Baxter: Well, they've got mics now, so I guess they want to say something.

    Terry: Look at all of you. You're booing! For what? What the hell do you want to see? Do you want me to come out here and do a jig for you? Tell some jokes?

    Dory: We're the WCCW Tag Team champions! We earned these here belts. What more could you want in a team?

    Terry: We've held for all our careers that if any man, woman, or child in the back thinks they can beat us, all they've gottta do is step up to the challenge. But… you know, Dory, I just don't think I want to do this anymore.

    Dory: Why's that, Terry? Don’t tell me you're losing faith.

    Terry: It ain't that. It's just… look, I'm tired of having to beat the hell out of people who aren't ready for this! They're in over their heads? Come on… Inoki and Bockwinkel? Are they tag team championship material? We'll beat them two seconds flat!

    Dory and Terry laugh as the crowd boos them heavily.

    Dory: It's a good thing this is non-title, Terry, 'cause I wouldn't want to get these belts dirty for schmucks like them.

    Terry: That's God's honest truth, Dory. And don't even get me started on—

    Funky guitar.

    Terry: them.

    Garrick: Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog are coming down to this ring! They've got chairs!

    Baxter: The Funks don't get out in time!

    Garrick: They're taking repeated chairshots here and… geez, Reg!

    Baxter: No less than the Funks deserve, though. Those steel chairs to the head are just punishment for everything the Funks have done so far.

    Garrick: Well, they're laid out here and now Atlas and the Dog are clearing the ring. But these guys can't wrestle tonight. It won't happen.

    Baxter: Well, that's Inoki's music… so this match is still happening.

    Garrick: And who's facing off against them!?

    Baxter: I don't know, Sam. I don't know.

    * * * * * * * * * *

    ANTONIO INOKI & NICK BOCKWINKEL versus ??? & ???

    Bockwinkel joins Inoki in the ring and they stand, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, Robert Fuller's music hits and he comes out, followed by the newcomer Terra Ryzing. Bockwinkel stays in the ring against Ryzing and they have a solid brawl before Inoki is tagged in. Inoki takes it to Ryzing bigtime, knocking him around the ring. Ryzing tags out to Fuller for a bit, but Inoki begins overpowering Fuller as well and he tags back out. Ryzing gets in some offense, but Inoki works him over hard.

    Garrick

    Big reverse suplex from Inoki and now he's up with the rear chinlock!

    Baxter:

    Inoki just has a very smooth style that I can appreciate. Solid in-ring working.

    Garrick

    Ryzing's getting up and Inoki pulls him up, but here's a GUTWRENCH SUPLEX!

    Baxter

    You don't see that too much anymore, Sam.

    Garrick

    True enough, Reg. Ryzing's getting to his feet… and now Inoki's into the ropes!

    Baxter

    NO! Fuller knees him in the back!

    Garrick

    What a scoundrel, but EARTH CRISIS! Ryzing took advantage!

    Baxter

    He's got the leg and Fuller takes Bockwinkel down! That's the three!

    Garrick

    This win has just been stolen, Reg! I don’t believe this!

    Baxter

    You better start, Sam! Inoki is furious!

    Garrick

    And rightly so!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    Kevin von Erich walks out of his locker room and starts heading down the hall to a big pop from the fans.

    Garrick: The man who should be our CW World Heavyweight champion, Kevin von Erich, seems to have something on his mind tonight!

    Baxter: Intensity is his middle name!

    Garrick: What about von?

    Baxter: That's… part of his last name, Sam.

    KVE runs into Rick Rude and they have a short stand-off. Rude is surprisingly titleless.

    Rude: Heh. Funny running into you here, isn't it?

    KVE: I wasn't really thinking that. Get out of my way, Rick.

    Rude: Come on, Kevin, don't be like that! I know you can never be me, but there's no reason to get mad about it!

    Garrick: That smug… agh!

    Kevin shakes his head and tries to move past, but Rick gets in his way.

    Rude: Ah! Ah! Ah! I've gotta ask you something, Kevin. Do you really think it wise… to travel alone?

    At that moment, a chair slams into KVE's head and Kevin drops to a knee.

    Baxter: It's Mr. Perfect! This is disgusting!

    Garrick: ANOTHER chair shot! This is too much!

    Baxter: They're not done! Rude pulls him up and RUDE AWAKENING! He hit him with his finishing move!

    Garrick: Kevin von Erich is lying there like a dying man and Rick Rude is just laughing!

    Rude: Better to travel in pairs, Kevin! GWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Pairs, Perf! Get it!

    Mr. Perfect smiles and throws the chair down, walking off after Rick Rude.

    Garrick: What a heinous attack, folks. Now we have to get to our Television title match, Starship Coyote making his first defense against Mark Youngblood!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    STARSHIP COYOTE versus MARK YOUNGBLOOD

    CWF Television Championship!

    Starship and Mark Y. lock up, but Starship takes over the match. He throws Mark around the ring, scoop slamming him and powerslamming him relentlessly. He shoots Mark into the corner and Mark manages to use a raised boot to get Starship off his back before launching into some offense of his own. After getting a near fall, though, Starship Coyote takes over once again.

    Baxter

    Starship throws Youngblood into the ropes and here's a swinging side slam! My word!

    Garrick

    Starship Coyote is dominating this match, folks, don't let anyone try and convince you differently!

    Baxter

    It'd be a hard sell, Sam. Starship is picking Mark up and… what is that!?

    Garrick

    The lights have dimmed and something's playing on the big screen! It's a picture of Jannetty in Starship's lockerroom, going through his stuff!

    Baxter

    Everyone's looking at it… and holy crap!

    Garrick

    It's a recording! Marty Jannetty slides into the ring!

    Baxter

    ROCKER DROPPER! Holy moly!

    Garrick

    Mark Youngblood makes the pin! One! Two! Three!

    Baxter

    New Television champion! New Television champion!

    Garrick

    Starship Coyote is laid out on the mat at the hands of Marty Jannetty!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    Tiger Mask is shown walking backstage with a towel over his shoulders. Suddenly, everything goes black.

    Garrick: What's going on?

    Baxter: Tiger Mask is trapped in darkness here, Sam. I don't know what to think.

    Garrick: Someone's lighted a match it looks like.

    The outline of Tiger Mask's head can be seen as he turns around.

    Garrick: Someone it out!

    A spitting sound! Tiger Mask screams!

    Baxter: Listen to that almight crack, Sam!

    Garrick: The lights are back on—

    Baxter: JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST! That kendo stick was broken over his head!

    Garrick: And his face is covered in green mist! The Great Muta has just lain out his adversary tonight!

    Baxter: This is crazy, Sam.

    Garrick: We've got to go back to the ring.

    Bruce Pritchard stands in the ring flanked by two others who are dressed in black trenchcoats with black fedoras and black scarves covering most of their features. They have one tag belt each in their arms, held out before them like a prize.

    Pritchard: Alright, alright. Look, I have one thing to say tonight and it's to two people. You guys have been cheated—by me and others—and you don't deserve this behavior. Your quest has been for these titles here, hasn't it? So come on out here Tony Atlas! Junkyard Dog! Come on down!

    Baxter: What the hell does Pritch have in mind?

    Garrick: I don't know what's going on, but Atlas and the Dog are coming down and they're looking wary. I can't say I blame them.

    Baxter: Well, they're in the ring now, just like Pritchard asked.

    Pritchard: I feel kind of bad that I did what I did to you guys. Notice I haven't even been on TV for a long while! I managed to get the belts away from the Funks and I was just wondering… you know, if you'd take it. Token of friendship.

    Atlas: Hold up, Pritch, hold up. You're saying you want us to take those belts there… and not believe this is some kind of trap? You're a fool, Pritchard!

    Pritchard: I—

    Atlas: Save it! Listen, I know this is a freakin' trap. So if you want us to take those belts, have your goons take off their scarves!

    The two men in black look to each other worriedly. Pritchard looks anxious, too.

    Atlas: You heard me! How do you want me to believe those aren't the Funks? I ain't stupid, Pritch.

    Pritchard sighs. The two hesitate.

    Atlas: Get to it!

    Pritch gives the signal and they begin to take off the scarves slowly.

    Baxter: From behind!

    Garrick: The Funks were hiding under the ring the whole time and they're just beating the hell out of Atlas and the Junkyard Dog!

    Baxter: Look at Pritchard laughing! This is ridiculous!

    Garrick: It's the Mulkeys behind those scarves! They're looking as confused as anyone here tonight, Reg.

    Baxter: What a cunning plot from Bruce Pritchard!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    KEVIN VON ERICH versus RICK RUDE & MR. PERFECT

    KVE holds his own initially against Mr. Perfect, both of them having a solid contest. Kevin throws Perfect across the ring and catches him with a lariat, going for a pin that's broken up by Rude. Rude and Perfect do some preliminary double-team work before Rude goes back out, only to be quickly tagged in again by Perfect. Kevin begins to bounce back to the delight of the crowd, taking it to Rude until Rick has to tag back out. Once again, Kevin and Perfect have an even bout. Kevin takes Perfect down with a piledriver and pins, but only gets the nearfall!

    Baxter

    This isn't good for Perf' and Rude here, Sam.

    Garrick

    No, Kevin's got this neatly in hand. He could come out the winner!

    Baxter

    Oh no, Sam… look at Rick! He's slipped on those knucks!

    Garrick

    This could be bad if Perfect can get the tag. Perfect trips Kevin up and he's going for it—

    Baxter

    Tully Blanchard's coming down to the ring! Perfect gets distracted and Kevin locks in THE CLAW!

    Garrick

    Tully grabs Rude's leg before he can get in there to stop it and drags him to the outside! He smashes his head straight into the guardrail!

    Baxter

    Perfect gives! He gives it up!

    Garrick

    Blanchard isn't done, though! He's in the ring now and he picks Perfect up onto his shoulders. What's he thinking of?

    Baxter

    He just hurled him onto the outside of the ring!

    Garrick

    Blanchard's got a mic in hand now.

    Blanchard

    You listen here, Perfect! Your days are numbered! I've been gunning for you and I intend to end this sooner rather than later. Perf', if you even think of bringing your sorry ass out to the ring, I'm heading down here to crush your face in. You agree to a match against me and we'll settle this. Before then? If you even step foot out here I'm gonna be your worst nightmare. You can count on that.

    Baxter

    Blanchard and Kevin are shaking hands here as Rick and Perf' just lay on the outside, regrouping. I can't imagine they're eager to mix fists again after that!

    Garrick

    We're out of time folks! For Reggie Baxter, I'm Sam Garrick saying stay safe, have a great evening and join us next week for Hustle!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    POST-CARD RECAP

    Robert Fuller & Terra Ryzing d. Antonio Inoki & Nick Bockwinkel (R: 61%, Q: 71%)

    Mark Youngblood d. Starship Coyote (R: 57%, Q: 76%)

    Kevin von Erich d. Rick Rude & Mr. Perfect (R: 81%, Q: 75%)

    Overall Rating: 73%

    Nielsens: 3.66

    Attendance: 1255 people

    Tickets: $37650

  11. "I don't believe it," I said. I sat in my chair and rubbed my face, jaw shuddering. "I don't… I don't fucking believe it."

    "You better start believing it, Sam," George Scott said. He sat down next to me, pulling his chair up close. "They're not as dead as we thought."

    In front of me, on the table, was the Meltzer report hailing the new WCW show, WCW Wednesday. What a bland title for a show that had earned 4.95 on its debut. A 4.95! That beat WWF Superstars, a show that WCW couldn't even touch for ages. Hell, that beat WWF's Wrestling Challenge! And Hustle! had just been topped.

    "3.65 isn't bad, Sam," George said. "Not bad at all."

    "But what we need to do is beat WCW," I retorted. "We're not going to do that unless we pull some huge numbers."

    George nodded and moved in a bit, leaning his elbow on the table and eyeing me seriously. "Alright, Sam, try this on for size. This is sort of radical, but it's an idea I've been mulling over my head and maybe it'll give me the boost we need."

    "Go ahead," I said, leaning back in my chair. I rubbed my face down and looked at my writer seriously. At this point, I just wanted ideas.

    "What if we focus Hustle! on our huge talent," George said simply. I blinked. What!?

    "We already do that," I said, narrowing my eyes.

    "No, no, I mean… only the huge talent. It means we have to put some of the smaller fries aside for now—"

    "Like Dunlay," I grunted.

    George nodded. "—like Dunlay."

    "Cowboy won't like it."

    "I know, Sam, I know. But here's what I'm thinking. Hopefully we get picked up for another show in January and we can put our lower talent there. Sort of like a development show."

    "And then we just keep pushing out shows with Rude, Kevin, Blanchard…" I was beginning to get it.

    "Precisely. And if it doesn't work, Sam, we can go back to the old way in time for Mountain of Power. Right now, we're just looking at A World Apart. Let's be honest, Sam, it isn't a supershow."

    "You're right, George," I conceded. "You're goddamn right. We've got a lot of stuff to take care of."

    "You're rebooking Hustle!?"

    "You're goddamn right. There's no reason to waste time, is there?"

    George grinned. "Suppose not."

    * * * * * * * * * *

    I walked down the hall, a little bounce in my step. We might taste better ratings in the near future. It wasn't like our lower-level talent was shit, either. They were good, just not over. This would be their chance.

    A tall figure walked towards me and a glint of recognition shone in his eye. He held up a hand and I stopped.

    "Sam, I gotta talk to you," Nick Bockwinkel said.

    "What is it, Nick?"

    "Well, look, I'm just saying… I know I'm being paid well and everything, but goddammit, Sam!"

    "What!?" To say I was bewildered would be an understatement. "What is it?"

    "Sam, I've been shit on for weeks," Nick said dangerously. "I'm tired of this. I haven't appeared on TV since the pay-per-view. I'm a draw, you know that."

    "I know, Nick," I said exasperatedly. "But you're not even part of a program."

    "I know I’m not," Nick said angrily. "That's the problem. I see what you're doing with this Ryzing kid and it's just like me, except he gets more airtime!"

    "Well, Nick, I'll see if I can fit you on this next show," I said. "But I've had something kicking around in the ol' brain for you to do in a while. You interested in hearing about it?"

    Nick's face split into a grin as wide as if he had been was a kid in a candy shop.

    * * * * * * * * * *

    "No," I said, shaking my head. "Final answer, Vince."

    "Do you know what I could do with kids down there?" Vince asked. "I could make them stars, Sam. Stars!"

    "We aren't bringing in enough money yet, Vince," I said sternly. "We're not taking over—or starting!—any development territories. We need to focus our money ahead on getting our ratings up. And then comes the money—"

    "—and then the territory?" Vince Russo said hopefully.

    "Yeah," I said, nodding. "So what you need to do is start writing me some eye-catching stuff, Vince. If they're interested, they'll come out to see us in big numbers."

    "Sure thing, boss," Vince said. He drywashed his hands eagerly. Hopefully he had something real good stewing in that brain of his.

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    * * * * * * * * * *

    The Hustle! entrance video ends and the cameras open up the show the arena full of screaming fans. At the announce desk, Sam Garrick and Reggie Baxter introduce the show. They mention that Tiger Mask, the Great Muta, the Thrillseekers, and the Roughnecks will all be in action tonight after not being seen at the last Hustle!. They then talk about the next match, pitting the Roughnecks, Dunlay Watts and Mike Sharpe, against the Deatons, Joel and Fred.

    * * * * * * * * * *

    THE ROUGHNECKS versus THE DEATONS

    Sharpe and Fred Deaton start in the ring, brawling about it a bit. Deaton is on the ropes and Sharpe gives him a few chops before executing a big powerslam and getting a near-fall. Dunlay Watts is tagged in and they do some double-team offense before Watts takes over wholesale, beating the crap out of Fred Deaton. Fred manages to tag his brother in, but Watts takes him down with a sharp elbow. He tags Sharpe back in and Mike hits Joel with a big backbreaker. He tags back out to Dunlay.

    Garrick

    They're pulling Joel back up to his feet… DOUBLE SUPLEX!

    Baxter

    Very good teamwork between Sharpe and Watts tonight.

    Garrick

    Absolutely, Reg. They're tearing the Deatons apart!

    Baxter

    What's Watts shouting at Sharpe?

    Garrick

    He's got Joel up and SPINNING PILEDRIVER! He's just driven Joel Deaton's head straight into the canvas!

    Baxter

    The pin! Mike Sharpe clotheslines Fred out of his boots here and the Roughnecks get the victory!

    Garrick

    Not a lot of time to celebrate, though, because the Thrillseekers are hitting the ring!

    Baxter

    Jericho with a chair straight to the skull of Mike Sharpe! Sharpe is down on the mat!

    Garrick

    Watts is getting up and SUPERKICK from Lance Storm!

    Baxter

    What an assault! I can't believe this!

    Garrick

    The Thrillseekers are out for blood tonight, Reg! They're standing tall in the ring, but this is just not right! Not one bit!

    After they clear the ring, two men stride out from behind the curtain and make their way to the ring.

    Baxter: It's Marty Jannetty and JJ Dillon! What do they want?

    Garrick: I can't imagine that Jannetty is too happy about losing that belt to Starship Coyote, so maybe they're out to address that?

    Baxter: Coyote's already said he won't defend the belt! What's there left to say?

    Garrick: Well, Dillon's got the mic now, let's listen in.

    Dillon: Now, I want everybody in the audience to take a trip down memory lane with me. Back to El Dorado. At that time, there was a match booked between Marty Jannetty and Mr. Perfect. If Perf' won, I'd have to be his slave until this December. But if Jannetty won, I'd get administrative powers in this here company.

    Baxter: Ah, I do remember that.

    Dillon: Well, folks, if you remember correctly… Marty NAILED that sucker Perfect with the Rocker Dropper in the middle of this here ring and he pinned him to win that match!

    The crowd gives a big pop and Marty plays to them a bit.

    Dillon: So far, I haven't had cause to use my new powers yet, but you know something… I watched that match at Jet Generation and dammit, Starship, you beat Jannetty. You might have had to do it in a streetfight, but you did it. But then, I sit in the back at Hustle! last week… and I see you telling Greg Gagne you won't defend the Television title!? I see you telling the world that you're not going to give the title that Marty Jannetty damn near made!? You would dare ruin all that work that was put into making that Television title something!?

    Dillon shakes his fist.

    Dillon: Well you'd better listen to me, Starship. If my name is JJ Dillon, I will let no such thing happen! I am prevented by the higher-ups from giving Jannetty here an immediate rematch, but what I will do is make sure you defend that belt at every opportunity! You will work and toil and slave for that piece of gold, Starship. You will not rest on your laurels, you will EARN it like everybody else did!

    The crowd gives a big pop for that.

    Garrick: Dillon's not done yet!

    Dillon: Your opponent for next week is going to be… MARK. YOUNGBLOOD.

    Baxter: Whoa. He's just made quite the announcement here, Sam. Mark Youngblood has proven himself to be vicious in recent weeks and he's not going to let up!

    Garrick: In fact, we're going to see just how vicious he can be… next!

    MARK YOUNGBLOOD & TERRA RYZING versus CHRIS YOUNGBLOOD & RENO RIGGINS

    Terra and Chris Youngblood start in the ring, with Terra beating Chris about. Chris gets the upper hand after a bit, but Terra knocks him down with a lariat. Chris tags out to Reno before Terra can make his own tag and Terra begins a virtual campaign of violence then, crushing Reno into the mat repeatedly with DDTs, piledrivers, and powerslams. He tags out to Mark and the two of them go to town on Reno Riggins before Terra has to get out of the ring. Finally, Reno makes it over and tags Chris Youngblood into the ring!

    Baxter

    This is it! The crowd wants to see this!

    Garrick

    These brothers step into the ring against each other once again!

    Baxter

    Chris charges… Mark catches him in a schoolboy!

    Garrick

    What the… he's got the tights! He's tugging on those tights!

    Baxter

    Mark Youngblood's just cheated his way to victory!

    Garrick

    Chris Youngblood jumps to his feet, but Mark knocks him down with a heavy elbow!

    Baxter

    Reno Riggins coming to the rescue! OHH!

    Garrick

    Terra Ryzing dumps him on the outside! Now Terra and Mark are just putting the boots to Chris Youngblood!

    Baxter

    This is just despicable, Sam!

    Once again, the camera cuts backstage. This time, it's to show Mr. Perfect with Greg Gagne.

    Gagne: Hello, CW fans! I'm Greg Gagne here with Mr. Perfect. Now, Perf'—

    Perfect: Mister.

    Gagne: Alright, um, I'm so—

    Perfect: And don't you ever let me hear you call me "Perf'" again. I'm not your friend, Greggy. I'm not your old compadre. We weren't in the war together.

    Gagne: But you weren't—

    Perfect: Shut up! Listen, I didn't take time out of my day to argue with you, alright? I have one person I want to speak to and that's Tully Blanchard.

    Perfect rips the mic away from Greg and shoves him off camera.

    Perfect: So what, Tully, you sitting pretty? You think… you think 'cause you beat me at Jet Generation, you're hot stuff? You think 'cause you managed to get one over Rude and the Funks last week, you're all that? Let me tell you something, Tully, you don't understand a fundamental part of Colossal Wrestling: Rude's Gang runs this show.

    Perfect sneers.

    Perfect: See, we make this place tick, make it run. We're the blood of this company. We draw the crowds, not you. Nobody wants to pay to see some idiot named Tully Blanchard prancing around with the AWA gold. They want to see a perfect champion representing this nation as America's champion. Sooner or later, Tully, you're gonna feel the blow. You're gonna be staring up at those pretty lights above the ring and I'm gonna smash that belt right into your ugly… little… face.

    Perfect shakes his head.

    Perfect: Tully, you haven't got a shot in hell against me. You never have and you never will. Eventually, that title's gonna be mine and you're gonna be dust in the wind. I'm gonna end you, Tully, and you know what all those fans are gonna do after you're gone? Those fans you bust your ass being a hero for?

    Mr. Perfect imitates laying down bills into his palm.

    Perfect: They're gonna keep paying money, every week. 'Cause they don't want to see you, Tully. They don't want to see your face cluttering up their televisions. They want to see me.

    Mr. Perfect flashes a grin.

    Perfect: After all, you can't resist perfection.

    Cut away.

    * * * * * * * * * *

    TIGER MASK versus ANTONIO INOKI versus THE GREAT MUTA versus ROBERT FULLER

    Four Corners Match!

    The match begins with Tiger Mask, the Great Muta, and Fuller assaulting Antonio Inoki. Inoki has initial luck, but eventually caves under the pressure. Once Fuller goes for the pin, though, Tiger Mask breaks it up, and their short alliance comes to an end. The match basically consists of two separate matches between the bitterly feuding groups that come together to break up pins.

    Baxter

    Inoki's up against the ropes and Muta charges him… BACK BODY DROP!

    Garrick

    Muta on the outside now! He's getting to his feet, but Tiger Mask flies!

    Baxter

    DROPKICK TO MUTA! Both men down on the outside!

    Garrick

    Fuller looks for that big lariat, but Inoki ducks it! He catches him in the sleeperhold!

    Baxter

    I can practically smell the end of this one! Here it is, Sam, the OCTOPUS STRETCH!

    Garrick

    Tiger Mask slides into the ring to break this up—!

    Baxter

    Fuller taps! Fuller taps!

    Garrick

    This is over and Tiger Mask was almost there!

    Baxter

    Inoki throws Fuller to the mat and he's getting out of the ring here. Fuller looks like he's hurt, coming out of the ring now.

    Garrick

    Tiger Mask does not look happy about losing this match.

    Baxter

    Look behind you! The Great Muta!

    Garrick

    NO! Tiger Mask turned to get a faceful of that poison mist!

    Baxter

    Muta hits the ropes and comes back with a SHINING WIZARD! I can't believe this!

    Garrick

    Muta's back on the rampage, just decimating Tiger Mask in the middle of the ring!

    After a bit, the ring is cleared. A funky piece of music begins to play and the crowd goes wild!

    Baxter: It's Atlas and the Junkyard Dog! Our main event is set to begin!

    Garrick: These guys deserve every bit of love that the fans are giving them! They've worked hard in their quest for the WCCW Tag Team belts and they've always been cut down by the cheating Funks!

    Baxter: Speak of the devil! Terry and Dory are charging down the ramp!

    Garrick: They're taking Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog out from behind!

    Baxter: Terry hits Tony Atlas on the back of the neck with that belt!

    Garrick: Tully Blanchard and Kevin von Erich are hustling down to the rescue! This is chaos!

    Baxter: They send the Funks into the ring… and here come Perf' and Rick Rude!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    KEVIN VON ERICH, TULLY BLANCHARD, TONY ATLAS, & THE JUNKYARD DOG versus RUDE'S GANG

    The chaotic brawl continues in the ring, both teams slugging it out. Somewhere along the way, all four belts manage to get out of the ring. Finally, Tony Atlas and Mr. Perfect get left in the ring. The match never amounts to more than a brawl, however, with Atlas and Perf managing to keep each other away from their side. Atlas begins to get the upper hand, knocking Perfect around the ring.

    Garrick

    He gets the tag! Perfect tags out to Rick Rude!

    Baxter

    Rick Rude rushes into the ring… and he gets lifted up by Atlas!

    Garrick

    GORILLA PRESS SLAM! That's gotta be it!

    Baxter

    No! The Funks rush the ring! They throw Atlas out and knock the Junkyard Dog off!

    Garrick

    Kevin von Erich got the blind tag!

    Baxter

    Perfect stands in his way, but Kevin von Erich drops him with a dropkick!

    Garrick

    Kevin sits Rude up and locks on THE CLAW! Rick Rude is screaming in pain!

    Baxter

    Mr. Perfect's getting up, but Tully kicks him back down!

    Garrick

    Rude gives! That's it! Kevin von Erich and his team have won this match!

    Baxter

    Atlas, Junkyard, and the Funks are still brawling on the outside, but I think we're out of time!

    Garrick

    You're right, Reg! I'm Sam Garrick for Reggie Baxter saying good night and join us next week for Hustle!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    POST-CARD RECAP

    The Roughnecks d. the Deatons (R: 42%, Q: 58%)

    Mark Youngblood & Terra Ryzing d. Chris Youngblood & Reno Riggins (R: 45%, Q: 58%)

    Antonio Inoki d. Robert Fuller, Tiger Mask, and the Great Muta (R: 76%, Q: 82%)

    Kevin von Erich, Tully Blanchard, Tony Atlas, & the Junkyard Dog d. Rude's Gang (R: 70%, Q: 71%)

    Overall Rating: 65%

    Nielsens: 3.65

    Attendance: 1256 people

    Tickets: $37680

  13. "So, what did you think of that Ryzing kid?" Vince Russo asked me between mouthfuls of a hamburger. Russo was the most disgusting eater I had ever seen. I glanced up, pretending to look at the halfway decent-looking McDonald's clerk.

    "He had a good debut," I admitted easily. "Looked very impressive smacking Earl around."

    "Jimmy wasn't happy to do the job to that kid," Russo informed me.

    "I know, but that's beside the point," I said. "I'm not paying Earl to be a superstar. I'm paying him to appear when I need him and put over guys I actually want on television." It was a harsh truth of the business, but some people succeeded and some people didn't. That was just how it worked. Not everyone could be Ric Flair or Hulk Hogan.

    "Well, anyway, he certainly wasn't drawing."

    "No shit, Vince. I know Ryzing doesn't draw. Nobody knows who he is."

    "So what's your plan, Sam? I can see you want to put this kid over." I nodded and rested my chin on my fist.

    "Well, I'm just gonna have to keep steamrolling guys, I guess."

    "Sam, you can't get a guy over by having him kick curtain jerkers in the face every week." I didn't remind Vince that this was exactly how both Hulk Hogan and the Ultimate Warrior ended up getting over and over bigtime.

    "Okay, then, we'll just associate him with winners," I said. "He'll be like the reverse jobber. We'll put him on air when we need to book a tag match and he'll always be on the winning side."

    "So you'll make him a monster," Vince said, nodding. He took a slurp of his drink. "Sounds good, except you haven't told me what you're going to do with him. You can't just build a guy up and then let him rot."

    "Nah, I can't, you're right," I conceded. "But I have a plan, another stable, I think."

    "With him?" Vince grinned. "And who else?"

    "I was thinking the Thrillseekers, maybe."

    "So you're gonna make the Thrillseekers a three-man group?" Vince asked. I shook my head.

    "The Thrillseekers will still just be Jericho and Storm, however long that holds up. Both Jericho and Storm can be breakout singles stars, and Ryzing, too. But the group will have a different name."

    "You have a manager pegged for 'em?"

    "I think they can handle themselves on the mic," I said confidently. Vince opened his food-filled mouth, but I raised a hand. "Once the audience hears them talk, they'll go nuts over these kids."

    Vince nodded slowly, considering. "Alright, okay. Well, do you have a name?"

    "No," I had to confess.

    Vince hummed to himself. "Well, they're all Gen Xers, right? How about D-Gene—"

    "Nah," I cut in. "Too simple. I'll think of something, though."

    "Sure, Sam." Vince smirked. "How's Watts been treating ya?"

    "Every week it's shit about Dunlay," I complained. "He doesn't believe that I'm working my ass off to get the kid over."

    "He wasn't even on last week's Hustle!, Sam."

    "Who's side are you on, dammit?" I exclaimed. At least a few heads had to have turned.

    Vince gave me a vaguely hurt look. "Sam, the name on my checks is 'Bill Watts,' not 'Sam Garrick.' I gotta take his side."

    "We all get the same checks, Vince."

    Vince stood up, gathering his trash. "Well, then, Sam, maybe you oughta take Watts's side more often."

    He left me sitting there, frowning at nothing.

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    I stood at the phone, my face in my hand.

    "Come on," I said pleadingly. The voice on the other side wasn't giving me any good news. "Come on, I—!" I grunted. This wasn't going good at all.

    "Fine," I groaned. "Fine, fine, alright, stop talking!" I slammed the phone back down on the hook and slammed my palm against the wall.

    "Easy, man," a voice said from behind. I turned to find Rick Rude standing there, looking concerned. "What… your girl leave you or something?" I sensed some amusement under that mustache of his.

    "MTV," I said fiercely. "They're not gonna take us up on a show."

    "Shit, Sam," Rick said with a chuckle, "Of course not! They're Music Television, not Wrestling Television!"

    "We could be the biggest goddamn draw in the country, Rick," I snapped. "You know that!"

    "Hell, I already am the biggest draw in the country!" Rick said with a laugh.

    "But they can't even see that."

    "Well, you know what I say when stuff like that happens?" I arched an eyebrow. Rick just smiled. "Fuck 'em." I snorted and shook my head. Rick patted me on the shoulder. "Fuck 'em, Sam. Just fuck 'em."

    "Sure, Rick."

    "You want a drink, man?"

    "Rick, it's three in the afternoon."

    "Sure it is. It's also Saturday and you don't strike me as a church man, Sam."

    "Hah." I brushed his hand away. "I'll meet you up later, Rick." I started to walk away.

    "Me and Scott and Curt will be at the place with all the good-lookin' ladies!" Rick called after me. "You can come, but I can't guarantee you'll get one! Just be you, your pecker, and a bottle of Jack in the corner! I tell you, Sam, if you don't come on you're gonna be sorry!"

    I was laughing all the way down the hall.

    OOC: I'm going to stop doing show previews, excepting the PPVs. My updating schedule is going to make it very impractical to do the previews, wait, and then do the show. If I find myself with more time in the future, they might return.
  14. Very cool diary, Obinna. The backstory is incredible and you've captured the feel of the era all too well.

    Just curious though, if Herd was fired and Watts is doing this, who's running WCW? I realize it ultimately doesn't matter, but you've done such a thorough job describing the industry's altered landscape, it made me wonder how things would've gone down had the Watts era of WCW (a personal favorite) never taken place.

    Best of luck in the future.

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    When the Hustle! entrance video finishes, the cameras go to the arena and after a bit of panning around, to the announce desk. Sam Garrick and Reg Baxter briefly rehash the evnets of Jet Generation, complaining about the cheating victory of Rick Rude but praising Tully Blanchard for retaining his AWA America's title against Mr. Perfect. They then give a brief blurb about Terra Ryzing, mentioning his match is coming up right now.

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    TERRA RYZING versus LT. JAMES EARL

    James Earl began in the ring. A driving entrance song played as Terra Ryzing's theme and Terra came out, rolling into the ring and instantly going to town. Earl got in scant offense as Terra whipped him around the ring and clobbered him with jumping elbows and lariats.

    Garrick

    Ryzing throws him into the corner and look at that despicable boot choke!

    Baxter

    The ref is pulling Ryzing away… but he grabs Earl and drives him into the mat with a big DDT!

    Garrick

    That should be it, but Ryzing refuses to put him away! He's pulling Earl to his feet…

    Baxter

    EARTH CRISIS! That huge spinebuster just crushed Earl into the mat!

    Garrick

    There it is… Ryzing wins! A dominating victory for Terra Ryzing here and he's on the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd!

    Baxter

    They're not particularly fond of him, but you can't deny that he just made an impact here in Colossal Wrestling!

    Garrick: We're taking you backstage now with an up-and-coming tag team in CW, the Thrillseekers!

    The scene goes back where Chris Jericho and Lance Storm are standing, wearing matching THRILLSEEKERS vests.

    Jericho: You know something, Lance?

    Storm: Yeah?

    Jericho: We electrified that stadium at Jet Generation! We were the stars of that damn show, we put on a spectacle! And you know what I got in the mail today?

    Storm: Don't make me guess, man!

    Jericho: I got a piece of fan mail that was all whiny, telling me that the way I won that match was scandalous, waaa waaa waaa. Scandalous? I bet there are things more scandalous in the pair of panties you're wearing than in the way we fought the Roughnecks!

    Storm: Whatever they got, they had coming to 'em. So stop being little… babies!

    Jericho: I can't believe some of these people.

    Storm: I know. They should get out more often.

    Jericho: Life isn't fair, kids! And see, Watts and Sharpe, if you knew that then you wouldn't have flown off the handle. When you attack me and my partner Lance Storm here, you're asking for trouble.

    Storm: What you're basically doing is giving us license to hurt you.

    Jericho: And I know we look good! I know we are the best tag team in this promotion.

    Storm: But when we want to hurt you, punks, we're gonna hurt you.

    Jericho: So take note! Write this down, you fat, stupid, imbeciles! We pull no punches! We take no prisoners! If you wanna dance, Charlie, let's dance!

    Storm: Just name the time and the place and you can be sure the Thrillseekers will be there.

    Jericho: Alriiiiight, ba-bay!

    Jericho flexes as the camera cuts away.

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    STARSHIP COYOTE versus CHRIS YOUNGBLOOD

    CWF Television Championship!

    Chris Youngblood entered the ring first. Starship Coyote then came down to a mass of boos. After the bell rang, Youngblood sprang forward with a lariat, but Starship ducked it and hit the ropes, holding on and then climbing out of the ring.

    Baxter

    What's Starship Coyote doing?

    Garrick

    He's grabbing his belt, Reg… he's leaving!

    Baxter

    Chris Youngblood is shouting at Starship, but Starship Coyote isn't turning around!

    Garrick

    The ref counts ten and this is over! Chris Youngblood wins, but he doesn't get the title!

    Baxter

    He's livid, folks… but from behind!

    Garrick

    This is heinous! Mark Youngblood has once again attacked his brother from behind, knocking him straight to the mat!

    Baxter

    Mark's waiting for Chris to get up… he pulls him into the air! Piledriver!

    Garrick

    Chris Youngblood is laid out on the canvas and Mark is hightailing it out of the ring! Officials are tending to Chris and Mark has just committed another vile act on his brother!

    Starship Coyote is walking backstage when Greg Gagne stops him.

    Gagne: Starship! Starship! Can I get a few words?

    Coyote: Alright, little man. Shoot.

    Gagne: Why did you just walk out of that title match?

    Coyote: Huh. That's all?

    Gagne: I… guess.

    Coyote: It's simple. See, I won this belt, but I'm not about to be restricted by some silly rules. It's my property now and I decide what to do with it.

    Gagne: So?

    Coyote: Hold on a second, will you? So like I was saying, I walked out to the ring and I looked at this kid Youngblood and I said to myself "He doesn't deserve this shot. Hell, nobody does!" I just didn't feel like defending the belt.

    Gagne: So you just decided to skip this week?

    Coyote: This week? You have something stuck in your ears, man?

    Gagne: What are you trying to say?

    Coyote: This belt, this Television title, is gonna be defended on my terms. Starship Rules. And Starship says this belt won't be defended every week. It'll be defended when I say so, when I give the signal, when I'm ready to defend it.

    Gagne: But that's ridiculous! It's totally against the—

    Coyote: And plus, Jannetty, I hope you're listening. You lost that title match because you're a punk. This title you spent so long giving a… legacy? It's mine now. And if you had any thoughts about getting another shot, you can forget it because there is no way in hell I'd ever grant you a shot at this belt. Now get out of my way, Greggy-boy, I'd like to go back to my locker rooms.

    Garrick: Starship Coyote… ugh! At every turn, the man sickens me!

    Baxter: Well, we have something going on in the ring now!

    Robert Fuller has just entered the ring and he has a microphone in hand.

    Garrick: What could Robert Fuller possibly have to say?

    Baxter: Hush up, Sam!

    Fuller: Ha ha ha! Did you see that match at Jet Generation? I proved, in front of all you folks, that Antonio Inoki is a horse's ass! Live on pay-per-view, I proved it!

    The crowd boos Fuller loudly.

    Fuller: He said I didn't have passion, I didn't have drive, well I showed him! I pinned him right in the middle of that ring, one, two, three. Can anybody dispute that? Anybody?

    A "Fuller Sucks!" chant starts up in the crowd. Robert Fuller shakes his head.

    Fuller: I expected better out of you. Where's my hero's welcome, dammit! How can you say I don't have passion for this when I just defeated that Japanese icon? But nevermind that, see, Inoki's all talk and—

    The crowd pops as a familiar piece of music hits the wair.

    Baxter: Fuller's about to get what's coming to him!

    Garrick: Antonio Inoki is making his way down to this ring and Fuller's hightailing it out!

    Baxter: Fuller escaping through the unsympathetic crowd here and Inoki's demanding he come back to this ring!

    Garrick: Inoki doesn't look like he's playing games here tonight, Reg!

    Baxter: We're about to go backstage here for another interview, folks.

    The camera goes back to a lockerroom. Rick Rude is sitting down, lacing up his boots. His CW World Heavyweight title sits on the bench beside him. He glances up at the camera.

    Rude: What the hell do you want? Look, I know I'm the Ravishing One, but I could use a little privacy sometimes. But now that you're here, let me give you something to chew on.

    Rude pauses a bit, lifting the title belt and sliding it over his shoulder.

    Rude: What people don't understand is that Rude's Gang just keeps the status quo. We're not good guys or bad guys, we just keep people in their place. That's all. You see, my place is on top of this here promotion, and so we continue to work to that end. Kevin von Erich's place is underneath me. So don't get mad at me when we take steps to make sure that Kevin von Erich never, eeeever, holds this belt in his hands.

    Rude sniffs a bit.

    Rude: So Kevin, what do you want to accomplish by this? You're going on this crusade of vengeance and for what? To topple me? You'll never do it. You're just too… dumb. Too dumb to ever get yourself into a position to win this belt away from me.

    Rude smirks.

    Rude: So please, get Tully Blanchard on your side. Name yourselves firebrands, the saviors of wrestling. There's only one savior in this federation and his name is "Ravishing" Rick Rude, you got it? There's only one champion, jack, and that's me. You're absolutely nothing, Kevin von Erich, and no matter how hard you try, you're gonna fail. So just… stop trying, okay?

    Rude gets up, shoving the camera away and slamming the door in its face.

    Baxter: Rick Rude has never been afraid to give his enemies a piece of his mind.

    Garrick: No he hasn't, Reg… hold on! I'm getting word that something's happening in the halls!

    Baxter: Let's find out what it is!

    The camera goes to the Great Muta and Tiger Mask brawling in the back.

    Garrick: The Great Muta is attacking Tiger Mask! Tiger Mask is holding his own back there, going punch for punch with the mysterious Muta!

    Baxter: Oooh, and Muta ended that with a big jumping enzuigiri! Are we gonna see some poison mist?

    Garrick: Muta's got Tiger Mask's arms… TIGER SUPLEX!

    Baxter: The Great Muta just stole Tiger Mask's finisher!

    Garrick: And look at him scamper away! He's leaving Tiger Mask there for whatever fate!

    Baxter: I can't believe a guy like the Great Muta! How can he do soemthing like that?

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    RICK RUDE & THE FUNK BROTHERS versus KEVIN VON ERICH & TULLY BLANCHARD

    Tully and Dory Funk start out in the ring, Tully dominating the early action. Dory tags in Terry and he locks up with Blanchard for a bit before Rick Rude gets the blind tag in and helps Terry double-team Tully Blanchard into a big double back suplex. Rude takes it from here, isolating, Tully in his corner. Terry and Dory cheat adeptly, with Rude distracting the ref so that they can choke and beat Tully Blanchard. Kevin von Erich watches helpless, trying to help but unable to. Rick tags Terry back in and Terry works Tully over with a solid offense, tagging in Dory periodically to keep Tully off balance. Dory finally tags Rick Rude back into the ring and Rude suplexes Tully hard.

    Baxter

    Kevin von Erich needs to get in this ring, Sam!

    Garrick

    That's true, Reg, 'cause if he doesn't… who's that!?

    Baxter

    It's Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog! They're running down here at top speed!

    Garrick

    They pull the Funks off the apron and start brawling on the outside!

    Baxter

    Rick Rude is visibly concerned about his boys, trying to make Atlas and the Dog go away!

    Garrick

    Blanchard makes the tag! Blanchard makes the tag!

    Baxter

    Von Erich is in the ring like a rocket! He pulls Rude around… right hand! Right hand! Right hand!

    Garrick

    Shoots him into the ropes… back body drop!

    Baxter

    He gets him back to his feet and PILEDRIVER! Kevin von Erich makes the cover!

    Garrick

    One! Two! Three! That's it! Kevin von Erich and Tully Blanchard have won!

    Baxter

    Rick Rude down in the ring! The Funks down on the outside! This is tremendous, Sam!

    Garrick

    And on that note, that's all the time we have! I'm Sam Garrick for Reg Baxter saying stay safe and see you next week for Hustle!

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    POST-CARD RECAP

    Terra Ryzing d. Lt. James Earl (R: 33%, Q: 65%)

    Chris Youngblood d. Starship Coyote (R: 63%, Q: 74%)

    Kevin von Erich & Tully Blanchard d. Rick Rude & the Funk Brothers (R: 74%, Q: 73%)

    Overall Rating: 70%

    Nielsens: 3.63

    Attendance: 1255

    Tickets: $37650

    OOC: It's been a while since I've updated, mostly due to personal issues. Updating will probably be severely reduced from earlier, but I'll try to still keep up with it.
  16. "Good job with Jet Generation," Cowboy Bill Watts said in a contented manner, leaning back in his chair.

    "Thanks, Cowboy."

    "Thanks for not making Kevin seem to much of a simp with the revenge angle and all. The fans need a real rock of a face, you know, and Kevin's it."

    "Yeah," I said, nodding, "But I'm still trying to build up other guys."

    "Like Blanchard?"

    "Like Jannetty," I corrected. "He could have a real future in this business."

    "Sure," Watts said, waving his hand dismissively. "I believe that." Watts leaned forward, resting his forearms on his desk and looking at me intently. "What I really want to know, though, Garrick, is how long you're gonna keep jobbing my boy?"

    I sighed, rubbing my forehead irritably. "Now, Cowboy—"

    "Garrick, I'm serious. I don't want Dunlay being known for racking up losses in this damn league."

    "Bill, he's not becoming known for that. For Chrissakes, he hit that damn spinning piledriver of his, didn't he?"

    He eyed me sternly. "Yeah, Garrick, but he lost the match."

    "But Cowboy," I pleaded, trying to bring him to reason, "it's building him up, getting him over. Underdogs are always over with the crowd." Watts wasn't in the mood for logic today, however.

    "I don't care how you do it," Watts growled. "Just make sure this losing thing that Dunlay is doing stops and soon. You hear me, Garrick?"

    I sighed. There was no use fighting this anymore.

    "I said, do you hear me?"

    "Loud and clear, Cowboy."

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    TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28th 1992

    TERRA RYZING versus LT. JAMES EARL

    New prospect Terra Ryzing opens against seasoned veteran Lt. James. Earl.

    STARSHIP COYOTE versus CHRIS YOUNGBLOOD

    CWF Television Championship!

    Starship Coyote won the CWF Television championship from Marty Jannetty in a bloody battle that went from outside the arena to the entrance ramp. Now he makes his first defense against the tormented Chris Youngblood. Will Starship Coyote proves he deserves the belt?

    THE MAIN EVENT

    RICK RUDE & THE FUNK BROTHERS versus KEVIN VON ERICH & TULLY BLANCHARD

    After the heinous Jet Generation encounter where Kevin von Erich was practically robbed of the title due to the interference with Rude's Gang, Kevin vowed revenge. Tully Blanchard, too, has had his share of problem with the stable. They're in a unique position to try and fell Rude's Gang sans Mr. Perfect, but they're still overwhelmed in the numbers game. Can they overcome this and exact a fitting revenge?

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    The video package for Jet Generation opens up the show. It shows clips from several past shows, beginning with Kevin von Erich speeding down the entranceway and sliding into the ring at Festival of Masks, rescuing Bob Bradley by slapping the Claw on Rick Rude! It then goes through several other events such as Rude's Gang's formation when Rude smashes the title into Kevin's face, Mark Youngblood hitting his brother with the flying kick to the head, Tully Blanchard suplexing Mr. Perfect, Robert Fuller attacking Antonio Inoki, Terry Funk piledriving Tony Atlas, the Great Muta spitting poison mist into Tiger Mask's face, Starship Coyote hitting the Coyote Edge on Marty Jannetty, and finally coming full-circle again with Kevin von Erich hitting the Rude Awakening on Rick Rude.

    The video ends and the shot goes to the arena full of screaming fans before it is thrown to the announce team.

    Garrick: Hello, folks! I'm Sam Garrick and this is Reggie Baxter and welcome to Colossal Wrestling's Jet Generation!

    Baxter: This is gonna be a fantastic card, folks, capped off with a CW World Heavyweight title match!

    Garrick: The fans have been waiting for this showdown and I'll bet you Kevin von Erich has, too! He finally gets a chance for payback against Rick Rude and his opportunity to gain the World Heavyweight title.

    Baxter: With his Gang behind him, though, I don't think Kevin has much of a chance! Rick Rude has never been afraid to pull out all the stops to defend his title and a match against Kevin von Erich doesn't seem like any exception!

    Garrick: The odds are definetly stacked against Kevin here, but he's determined to see this through!

    Baxter: Well, we have our first matchup coming up here: the Thrillseekers face off against the Roughnecks!

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    THE ROUGHNECKS versus THE THRILLSEEKERS

    The singular strains of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana hit the airwaves and the fans go insane, but more for the song than the people entering to it. Stepping out from the back are the Roughnecks: Mike Sharpe and Dunlay Watts, dressed in their usual jeans and t-shirts. Watts takes a minute to pose at the top of the ramp before following his partner down the ramp and into the ring. They take a moment to climb the turnbuckles and play to the crowd before conversing in their corner, discussing strategy.

    A curious riff hits the airwaves and the lights dim, prompting strobes to go crazy over the audience. Then a notable voice sings:

    "ONE MORE TIIIIIIIIME, YEAH!"

    To the tune of "Sunshine" by Alice in Chains, the Thrillseekers appear at the top of the entranceway! Lance Storm drops to the ground in a leaning squat as Jericho flexes his arms behind him. Jericho pats Storm on the shoulder and the twosome head down the ramp, full of energy. They slide into the ring and waste no time attacking their opponents!

    Finally, Watts and Storm leave the ring, letting Jericho start in on Sharpe. He sends Sharpe across the ring and catches him on the rebound with a flying kick to the chest that takes him down. He brings Sharpe back up and tags his partner in, exposing Sharpe's chest for a boot from Lance. Lance begins the technical wrestling portion, suplexing Sharpe out of his boots twice in succession before standing Sharpe up and hitting him with a dropkick.

    Garrick

    The Thrillseekers looking very impressive here as Storm sends Sharpe into the ropes.

    Baxter

    Sharpe ducks the back elbow and comes back off the ropes with a HUGE bulldog!

    Garrick

    Mike Sharpe's got to make it to Dunlay Watts if he wants to make it far in this tag team matchup… and there's the tag!

    Baxter

    Look at Watts go! He's stomping the hell out of Storm here! Sharpe back in to help and monster double back suplex!

    Watts goes for the pin, but Jericho enters the ring quickly to break it up. Watts shakes his head and brings Storm to his feet, pushing Lance into the corner. He kicks Storm a few times in the stomach, but Storm eventually turns it around and begins to clobber Watts in the corner! Storm goes for the superkick, but Watts ducks it and tackles him to the mat. He goes for another pin, but once again Chris Jericho makes the save.

    Baxter

    Jericho'd better watch his WHOA!

    Garrick

    Mike Sharpe out of nowhere with that forearm shot!

    Baxter

    There's the tag and now Sharpe's pulling Storm to his feet… backbreaker!

    Garrick

    Watts into the ropes now and he comes back with a punishing elbow onto Storm's jaw!

    Baxter

    Really tight tag wrestling from these two, I'm really impressed.

    Sharpe begins to work Storm over, suplexing him onto the mat and getting himself a two count. He then begins to simply punch Storm, keeping him grounded as he massacres the smaller man. He pulls Lance Storm back to his feet and clubs him repeatedly in the chest with forearm smashes. Sharpe nods and goes to Storm's back, looking for a back suplex, but Storm swings his legs right up between Sharpe's legs! The crowd groans and Storm breaks free, jumping forward and tagging in Chris Jericho!

    Garrick

    Jericho makes a big leap up to the top rope… missile dropkick!

    Baxter

    Sharpe is down on the mat and now Storm's got to his senses! They pick Sharpe up… oh god, that's gotta hurt!

    Garrick

    Double DDT from the Thrillseekers, folks, and this could be over! Cover… Watts with another big elbow to break it up!

    Baxter

    And look at Storm, just picking Watts up and shoving him out of the ring!

    Garrick

    Mike Sharpe is all alone and they have him again… DOUBLE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!

    Baxter

    Jericho goes for another cover here with a beautiful jacknife hold… no!

    Garrick

    Jericho lifts his feet up onto the second rope, but the ref doesn't see it! Watts is too late!

    Baxter

    The Thrillseekers steal the win!

    Garrick

    Watts isn't taking too kindly to it, though, and he's back in this ring with a vengeance!

    Baxter

    Big forearm knocks Storm out of the ring! Jericho turns him around, but he gets a boot in the gut!

    Garrick

    Here we go… Dunlay hits the spinning piledriver on Chris Jericho in the middle of this ring!

    Baxter

    Sharpe's stomping the living hell out of Storm on the outside and I think the Roughnecks have gotten a suitable measure of revenge tonight, Sam.

    The camera goes backstage to show the WCCW Tag Team champions the Funk Brothers with their new manager, the man who screwed over Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog at Festival of Masks: Bruce Pritchard. The crowd can be heard booing immensely.

    Pritchard: Hah. It's pay-per-view time again, boys! And what's that mean?

    Dory: Means it's time to kick some ass again!

    Pritchard: And who exactly are we talking about?

    Terry: Tony Atlas.

    Dory: And the Junkyard Dog.

    Pritchard: Exactamundo! And you see, Atlas and Junkyard, you are getting this ass-kicking for free! That's right, completely for free, no strings attached.

    Garrick: What the hell is Bruce talking about?

    Baxter: Shut up and maybe you'd find out?

    But it isn't Pritchard who explains.

    Terry: You see, we defended these Tag Team titles against you guys at Hustle!. And the way Dory and I figure it… we're free of our obligations.

    Dory: Yeah.

    Terry: So if you think you're gonna get a title shot…!

    Terry smirks and makes a shooing gesture.

    Terry: You can just scoot your behinds on by.

    Dory: But if what you want is a classic, old-fashioned, homebrewed, Funk-style ass-kicking…!

    Terry: Now that we can do.

    The crowd boos uncontrollably!

    Garrick: This is just underhanded!

    Pritchard: And you better believe it, buds. See, the Funks beat you guys back at Festival of Masks to retain their belts and they beat you last week to retain again. They were at the top of the heap then and they're at the top of the heap now. Can you give me the names of two guys who aren't on the top of the tag team division?

    Terry: Well, Bruce, I'm gonna have to go with the Junkyard Dog.

    Dory: And of course his tag team partner, Tony Atlas.

    Pritchard: So you see, there's a real good reason you aren't getting a title shot tonight at Jet Generation. But make no mistake! You will have a match, 'cause it is so damn hard to pass up an opportunity at kicking your asses one more time. But no matter what happens, at the end of the night, the Funks are leaving with the titles.

    The whole group smirks as the crowd boos louder and louder.

    Garrick: So we aren't getting a title match tonight, it seems.

    Baxter: I can't believe those… pricks! I can't believe they'd do that!

    Garrick: Don't get out of hand, Reg.

    Baxter: It's infuriating, Sam. I'm just hoping that Atlas and Junkyard show them what for.

    Garrick: Well, next up we have a battle between brothers: Chris Youngblood vs. Mark Youngblood!

    The camera goes backstage to watch Chris walking towards the ring.

    Baxter: His brother's betrayal has to be number one on his mind, Sam.

    Garrick: Well, he's making his way out now and… HOLY CRAP!

    Baxter: Someone just clobbered him out of nowhere with a steel chair!

    Garrick: Dammit! It's Mark! It's his brother!

    Baxter: Mark's just laying him out here and it doesn't look like Chris will make it down for this match!

    Garrick: What the hell is Mark's issue!?

    Baxter: Well, Mark's leaving and now officials are helping Chris up to his feet. We've got no choice but to go on with our next match, folks.

    * * * * * * * * * *

    ANTONIO INOKI versus ROBERT FULLER versus NICK BOCKWINKEL

    The low, subdued strains of "Planet Caravan" by Black Sabbath play over the PA system. Stoically, Antonio Inoki steps out onto the stage, getting a mild pop from the fans. He makes his way down to the ring and climbs in, lifting his hand and acknowledging the fans. He moves to a corner then, limbering up for the match ahead.

    "Sixteen Tons" by Merle Travis strikes the air and a huge round of boos is hurtled at Robert Fuller. Fuller comes out shouting at the crowd, ripping off his shirt and continuing to argue with the masses. He stands at the edge of the ring and glares up at Inoki before moving off to the side, refusing to get in at this point.

    Blue Cheer's "Hiway Man" hits the airwaves and the crowd gives a huge pop for Nick Bockwinkel who comes out from behind the curtain. He waves at the crowd, a big smile on his face. He jogs down the entrance ramp and shoots a dismissive look at Robert Fuller before heading up the steps and into the ring. Fuller finally climbs into the ring to start the match.

    Bockwinkel and Inoki start the match with some technical wrestling. Fuller looks on, resting in the corner while the two legends fight it out. Inoki uses a rear waistlock takedown on Bockwinkel, keeping him pinned on the mat. Fuller uses this as an opportunity to strike, moving forward and kicking Inoki hard in the head. He pulls Inoki to his feet, but quickly takes him back down with a neckbreaker!

    Baxter

    Fuller with some solid offence here… OH, and Bockwinkel has him up!

    Garrick

    Bridging German suplex! One! Two! Fuller with the kickout!

    Baxter

    Bockwinkel on his feet and INOKI with the German suplex!

    Garrick

    One! Two! Bockwinkel kicks out! The fans are loving this!

    Baxter

    Inoki turns around and Fuller catches him in the stomach… DDT!

    Garrick

    Robert Fuller is taking no prisoners in this one!

    Bockwinkel pulls Rob up to his feet and runs him around the ring, before smashing him in the stomach with a rising knee. Inoki comes up from behind with a schoolboy roll-up, but only manages the two. He gets to his feet and slams his foot into Fuller's stomach before taking him up and over with a vertical suplex. Inoki gets back up and Bockwinkel begins chopping him across the chest, backing Inoki up against the ropes. He pulls Inoki up and drops him down with a big Samoan drop, but he only gets the two before Fuller comes in to break it up!

    Garrick

    Robert Fuller intent on winning this match-up, Reg. He's stomping Inoki here… and there's a cover!

    Baxter

    Only a two for Fuller before Inoki kicks out. Fuller's getting angry here, pulling Inoki to his feet.

    Garrick

    It looks like Bockwinkel wants to eliminate Inoki from the equation, too… double suplex onto Antonio Inoki!

    Baxter

    Fuller gets back to his feet and OOF! Field goal kick!

    Garrick

    That was a heinous attack! He throws Bockwinkel down to the mat and covers… but Bockwinkel's got the ropes!

    Fuller gets up and Inoki spins him around, slapping him with a European uppercut! The fans roar as he beats on Fuller, knocking him about the ring. He then lifts Fuller up and hits him with a stiff brainbuster! Rather than let him pin, though, the recovered Bockwinkel pulls Inoki up and receives a forearm to the forehead for his troubles!

    Baxter

    He slips behind him here… OCTOPUS STRETCH!

    Garrick

    This is it! It's only a matter of time before Bockwinkel submits now!

    Baxter

    Bockwinkel's not giving up, but he's flagging! You can take him out of the oven now because Bockwinkel's—

    Garrick

    Fuller from behind! Inoki's off balance and here's a roll-up!

    Baxter

    He's got a handful of tights!

    Garrick

    One! Two! Three! That's it! The second win of the night stolen!

    Baxter

    Oh, look at Fuller celebrating on the outside!

    Garrick

    What a human being! I'm almost ashamed to call him a fellow member of mankind.

    Baxter

    Inoki is not at all happy with this outcome!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    TIGER MASK versus THE GREAT MUTA

    The dreamy opening of "Morning Final" by Blue Oyster Cult hits and Tiger Mask makes his way down to a massive chorus of cheers. Tiger Mask jumps into the ring and bows to the crowd respectfully, accepting their praise gracefully.

    In response, the creepy, ominous vibrating chords of Black Sabbath's "Black Sabbath" announce the coming of the Great Muta! The lights dim and smoke billows from the entranceway. The crowd boos loudly as the Great Muta comes out, glancing at the crowd askance. He eventually makes his way up to the ring, kneeling on the apron at first before getting into the ring and squaring off with his nemesis.

    They begin with some extraordinary technical wrestling, slipping over each other as they try and get the upper hand. Eventually they break and begin to circle again, looking for some sort of opening. The Great Muta jumps forward with a kick, but Tiger Mask catches it and turns it into a dragon screw! The Great Muta gets up to his feet again with a little limp and Tiger Mask charges, but the Great Muta leapfrogs! When Tiger Mask turns, he gets blasted in the jaw with a sidekick!

    Garrick

    Tiger Mask in the corner now and the Great Muta runs at him… monkey flip!

    Baxter

    Tiger Mask gets to his feet almost immediately and runs at the Great Muta… drop toe—

    Garrick

    Tiger Mask jumps it and hits the ropes! Muta's on his feet and Tiger Mask jumps… huracarana!

    Baxter

    No sale, Sam! Muta's got him up in the air and he's spinning around, dizzying him for a powerbomb!

    Garrick

    WHOA! Tiger Mask escapes and nails that DDT!

    Baxter

    Cover… Muta kicks out!

    Tiger Mask pulls the Great Muta up to his feet and hits a Northern Lights suplex, but the Great Muta bridges up after landing to avoid the pin. Both men get to their feet and the Great Muta starts kicking at Tiger Mask's legs to get him off balance. Tiger Mask back up into the corner and Muta boots him hard in the stomach before grabbing him around the neck and hitting him with a ¾ facelock bulldog!

    Baxter

    Muta with those vicious kicks to the head now… oh no, he's going up to the top!

    Garrick

    What could he be looking for here? This guy is insane!

    Baxter

    Is this a moonsault? No… diving back elbow!

    Garrick

    My word, he could have crushed Tiger Mask's head in with that one!

    The Great Muta locks on a crossface hold, but Tiger Mask manages to get his foot over the ropes. The Great Muta pulls Tiger Mask up and hits him with a series of snap suplexes that culminates in an exploder followed by a very near fall! Muta pulls Tiger Mask back up, but Tiger Mask starts to fight back with rapid kicks. He shoots Muta into the ropes and catches him upon return with a jumping enzuigiri that has the crowd on their feet!

    Baxter

    Whooo! I can't believe this! Tiger Mask is about to end this match!

    Garrick

    He's got the arms locked and he pulls Muta up… Muta fights free! Back elbow to the temple stuns Tiger Mask!

    Baxter

    Uh oh, Sam… he's working up the mist!

    Garrick

    He turns…

    WHOOOOOOOOSH!

    Baxter

    What in the blue hell!?

    Garrick

    Tiger Mask just blew a fireball at the Great Muta! The Great Muta is terrified and understandably so!

    Baxter

    Tiger Mask slips around the back… TIGER SUPLEX!

    Garrick

    That's it! One! Two! Three! Tiger Mask has just scared his way into a victory over the Great Muta tonight!

    Baxter

    And look at him clearing the ring! He's putting as much distance between him and Tiger Mask as he can!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    Baxter

    It's time for our Television title match, Sam. But…

    Garrick

    Folks, I've just been notified that out Starship Coyote and Marty Jannetty are brawling it out in the back! A referee has been gotten and our match is officially underway!

    Baxter

    But where are they?

    The cameras soon reveal their location as a bleeding Marty Jannetty stumbles out of the building and receives a chairshot to the back for his troubles from the menacing Starship Coyote!

    MARTY JANNETTY versus STARSHIP COYOTE

    CWF Television Championship Streetfight!

    Starship Coyote hits Jannetty across the back with a stiff forearm, making Jannetty stumble. He then lifts his chair and thwacks it once again across Jannetty's back! Coyote grabs Jannetty by the hair and rams his head into a dumpster. He turns Jannetty around and takes a second to taunt him, sneering at the Television champion. He then goes to smash him in the face with the chair, but steel meets steel without Jannetty in between!

    Baxter

    Coyote turns and there's Marty with a stiff boot to the breadbasket!

    Garrick

    Marty Jannetty's going for the Rocker Dropper on the concrete… but Coyote back body drops him straight into the open dumpster!

    Baxter

    Ha ha ha ha ha!

    Garrick

    This isn't funny, Reg! This is a brawl!

    Baxter

    That was far too funny. Lighten up a little!

    Garrick

    Well, Coyote turns to do some more damage… but Jannetty pops out and slams him over the head with a broken baseball bat!

    Baxter

    And there's a little piece of payback!

    Jannetty climbs out of the dumpster and grabs Coyote dragging him back into the building. He rams Coyote's head repeatedly against the door before turning him around and kicking him hard in the chest. He grabs Coyote's hair and drags him along down the halls. He finds a coffepot and goes to grab it, but Starship pushes him into the table edge. Jannetty sags against the table and Coyote grabs him by the waist, lifting him up and back suplexing him straight through a table!

    Garrick

    It's gonna be hard for either man to get up after that, Reg!

    Baxter

    Coyote's stirring, though! He's gonna be the first up and that means trouble for the Television champion tonight.

    Garrick

    Starship Coyote goes to pick Jannetty up—HO-LY SH—!

    Baxter

    Jannetty just smashed that coffeepot over Starship Coyote's head! Starship is busted wide open!

    Garrick

    Let me remind you exactly why you paid to see Jet Generation tonight, folks: fine program that it is, you won't see any of this on Hustle!!

    Baxter

    Unfortunately, UPN doesn't condone people bleeding like stuck pigs at family hour!

    Jannetty slowly pulls himself up to his feet and puts the boots to Starship, intent on keeping the big man incapacitated. He finally pulls Starship up and whips him towards a low table, but Starship Coyote reverses it into a short-arm clothesline! He pulls Jannetty to his feet and marches him down the hall before kneeing him in the gut and smashing his face onto a table. He lifts him up and goes for a scoop slam, but Jannetty slips out the back and pushes Starship Coyote… right through the curtain!

    Garrick

    They're right here! They're battling all the way to the ring!

    Baxter

    Look at this fearsome exchange of right hands!

    Garrick

    Jannetty can't last long, though… Starship Coyote's got him here!

    Baxter

    Listen to that crowd as Jannetty fights back! Starship is moving back inch by inch and—

    Garrick

    THAT SCOUNDREL! He just kicked Jannetty in Rockin' Jewels right there!

    Baxter

    Even for a no disqualification streetfight, that was pretty low!

    Garrick

    This is it, folks. COYOTE EDGE! Goddammit, and straight on the steel ramp!

    Baxter

    One! Two! Three! And we have a new Television champion!

    "Dazed and Confused" by Led Zeppelin blares over the arena as the crowd boos Starship Coyote's victory.

    Garrick

    Starship Coyote's in the ring with the CWF Television title and he's just celebrating!

    Baxter

    A stolen victory here, folks, and Jannetty's still laying on the ramp! His back has got to be dislocated in seven places!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    THE FUNK BROTHERS versus TONY ATLAS & THE JUNKYARD DOG

    The funky "One Nation Under a Groove" by Funkadelic splashes over the speakers and the crowd goes wild as the tag team of Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog come down the ramp! They slap the hands of the fans as they reach the ring and climb in, coming up to opposite corners and playing heavily to the crowd.

    "Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash hits and the cheers instantly turn to boos as the Funk Brothers come out, led by Bruce Pritchard. Pritchard yells at Atlas and Junkyard fiercely as his team comes down. Terry and Dory stand at the bottom of the ramp, glaring up at Atlas and Junkyard; the two in the ring return the look. Finally, the Funks lift their tag titles high, taunting Atlas and Junkyard, before handing them both off to Pritchard and climbing up onto the apron. Cautiously, Terry enters the ring and he's immediately grabbed by Atlas and whipped into the ropes, caught as he comes back with huge lariat.

    Atlas pulls Funk up and pushes him back into the corner, beating him terrifically with forearm smashes. He lifts Funk up bodily and tosses him straight down to the canvas, collapsing down for a cover that's broken up by Dory. Atlas shoots to his feet and scares Dory off, but Terry comes up from behind and scores a roll-up that only goes to a two. Terry backs to his corner and tags his brother in. Tony Atlas beckons them, shaking his head to indicate that they're not going to get by easy.

    Garrick

    This might be a miscalculation on the part of Mr. USA, Reg. The Funks are an experienced tag team and… he clobbers both of them with a big double clothesline!

    Baxter

    Just made you eat your words, huh?

    Garrick

    Atlas has Terry up… looking for a suplex…

    Baxter

    Dory with a chop block! They pull him up here and now Terry's got to get out of that ring.

    Garrick

    Dory whips Atlas back into his corner and… dammit, stop trying to get the Junkyard Dog riled up!

    Baxter

    The Junkyard Dog's trying to get in there to mix it up and the referee's doing all he can to stop him… oh no!

    Garrick

    Terry's choking Tony Atlas on the top rope! This is dastardly, Reg! The ref finally catches on and Terry's acting like nothing happened!

    Dory takes over, smashing his forearm repeatedly into Atlas's jaw. He whips him into the ropes and catches him with a drop toe hold, which upon rising becomes a spinning toe hold. Atlas manages to reach the ropes, hanging on with all he's got, but Dory pulls him back and hits an elbow drop straight on the spine. He pulls Atlas to his feet and chops him across the chest, but he receives a big elbow to the face for his troubles!

    Garrick

    This could be it! Atlas's big break… Junkyard is hungry for the tag!

    Baxter

    Terry's yelling at the ref and getting his attention and there's the tag! The Junkyard Dog is a rocket!

    Garrick

    Oh don't tell me… the ref is sending him back! He didn't see the tag! But somehow he sees Terry Funk tagging himself in… this is just wrong!

    Baxter

    He's nailing the weary Atlas with those axehandle smashes to the back. He pulls him up to his feet now and Dory's into the ropes and he comes off with a dropkick straight into a back suplex from Terry!

    Garrick

    One! Two! OHHH! Barely kicked out!

    Frustrated, Terry tags Dory back in and the twosome hit Atlas with a double suplex. Dory then tags Terry back into the ring and Terry climbs up to the top rope. Dory nails Atlas with a backbreaker and Terry comes flying off, creaming Atlas in the face with a fist drop! He then pulls Tony Atlas to his feet and hits an atomic drop, using that to segue straight into a rear chinlock.

    Baxter

    This is real bad for Mr. USA here, Sam.

    Garrick

    It definitely is, Reg… but Atlas is fighting it! He's slowly getting to his feet here… Terry's trying to bring him back down!

    Baxter

    Atlas is on his feet! He breaks the hold and hits Terry Funk with a huge lariat!

    Garrick

    Now he's just got to get the tag… and he does! The Junkyard Dog has been tagged in and listen to those fans!

    Baxter

    Dory in the ring to meet him here but Junkyard grabs him and tosses him out!

    Garrick

    Terry Funk trying to put the brakes on the Junkyard Dog here, but he turns around and lifts him up—THE THUMP!

    Baxter

    He hooks the leg! One! Two! Three! This crowd is going nuts!

    Garrick

    Dory's conversing with Pritchard here and now he's getting back into the ring… DON'T!

    Baxter

    He just smacked the Junkyard Dog with the WCCW title belt!

    Garrick

    Pritchard's got Terry out of there and now the Tag Team champions retreat like cowards!

    Baxter

    You can be sure this isn't over, folks. They got the win tonight, but Atlas and Junkyard want those titles!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    TULLY BLANCHARD versus MR. PERFECT

    AWA America's Championship!

    The keyboard-assisted opening of "Rainbow in the Dark" by Dio hits and the crowd showers boos down on Mr. Perfect. Mr. Perfect taunts the audience as he makes his way down the ramp. He gets up on the apron and then looks out at them, giving them a curious gaze. He then spits his gum up into the air and slaps it out into the crowd before stepping into the ring.

    The booming bass of "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam hits and now the fans are going wild for Tully Blanchard as he steps out. He takes one look at Mr. Perfect and practically flings away his title, rushing down the ramp into the ring. Mr. Perfect backs up as Tully jumps to his feet, lunging forward and throwing fists wildly.

    Mr. Perfect dances about the ring to escape Blanchard before putting him down on his face with a drop toe hold. He goes for a seated crossface, but Blanchard manages to get away. Perfect turns and rises, getting caught by a big European uppercut that sends him stumbling backwards into the corner. Tully follows him and kicks him repeatedly in the stomach, softening him up.

    Garrick

    Blanchard hooks Perf' up here and I think we're looking at the slingshot suplex!

    Baxter

    He's up… but he manages to hold onto the top rope! Mr. Perfect rams Tully Blanchard's head into the turnbuckle!

    Garrick

    Mr. Perfect gets back into that ring and he hits a big bulldog on Tully! Turns him over… One! Two! Kickout from the champ!

    Baxter

    Mr. Perfect isn't taking too kindly to that, though, stomping the hell out of Blanchard!

    Perf' pulls Tully to his feet and pushes him into the corner, scaling up the ropes and giving him the classic ten-punch! He getures nastily at the crowd before jumping down, but just as his feet hit the mat, Tully clobbers him with a lariat! He picks Perfect up and goes for a back suplex, but Mr. Perfect escapes it and takes Tully down with a side Russian legsweep. He goes for the pin, but just manages a near-fall.

    Baxter

    Mr. Perfect's getting Tully to his feet and there's the knee to the gut.

    Garrick

    He's hooking Tully up for it… this is the end of the match right here!

    Baxter

    PERFECT-PL… no!

    Garrick

    Tully's foot caught on the bottom rope! Perf' can't lift him!

    Baxter

    Perfect goes to move him and a European uppercut from the champion! Mr. Perfect is dazed and he falls to his knees!

    Garrick

    Tully lifts his arms into the air… BOOM! Huge double axehandle smash and Mr. Perfect is crumpled on the canvas!

    Tully picks Mr. Perfect up and scoop slams him back to the mat. He hits the ropes and comes back, looking for a leg drop, but Mr. Perfect moves out of the way! Mr. Perfect locks in a rear chinlock, trying desperately to squeeze the life out of Tully. The fans begin to chant Tully's name and slowly he fights out of the hold until he rises to his feet and pulls Perfect up on his back before slamming backwards into the turnbuckles!

    Baxter

    Mr. Perfect's spine has to be dislocated in seven places!

    Garrick

    Tully is chopping the hell out of Perf's chest in that corner, making sure that Mr. Perfect pays for his transgressions.

    Baxter

    BIG right hand from Blanchard! Now he's signaling the crowd!

    Garrick

    He hooks him up and delivers the SLINGSHOT SUPLEX!

    Baxter

    He pulls himself over Mr. Perfect… and he's got it! Tully Blanchard retains his belt!

    Garrick

    He rolls out of the ring and he has the AWA title handed to him and the crowd is just loving him tonight.

    Baxter

    And look at Mr. Perfect pounding the mat and hitting the ropes, Sam! He's livid that he just lost to Tully here!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    RICK RUDE versus KEVIN VON ERICH

    CW World Heavyweight Championship!

    The familiar strains of Blue Oyster Cult's "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" play over the speakers and the crowd goes into a frenzy as their hero Kevin von Erich steps out onto the stage. The barefoot warrior jogs down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, stepping up and posing for the crowd. He walks around a bit, shaking himself loose before his big match.

    The big riff of "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin hits and the CW World Heavyweight champion Rick Rude steps out onto the stage to the biggest booing reaction that the crowds can muster. Rude simply smirks, turning around and gesturing to them. He slowly makes his way down the ring. He climbs in and hands off the title, dusting off his abs before moving towards his opponent.

    They lock-up and remain in this position for a bit, neither man able to get an advantage. They break and Rude quickly scores a thumb to the eye. The ref admonishes him, but Rude shoves the referee aside and clubs Kevin over the back. Rude begins to toss Kevin about, slapping him and shoving him with his foot, all to a discontented response from the crowd.

    Baxter

    Rick Rude is making a mockery of this great sport!

    Garrick

    More accurately, Reg, he's making a mockery of Kevin von Erich! Oh! He just piefaced the challenger!

    Baxter

    Kevin von Erich is steaming right now, Sam! Rude scoops him up for a standing fireman's carry—

    Garrick

    And Kevin slips out the back! He lifts Rude's leg and there's a big back suplex from Kevin von Erich! Rude rolls out of this ring and the crowd is on their feet!

    Baxter

    Gotta be the biggest response for a suplex I've ever seen!

    Kevin yells at Rude, demanding that he get back into the ring. Rude takes the bit to recuperate before getting back on the apron. He looks to see if Kevin is going to attack him immedately. When Kevin backs up, he slips into the ring, but as soon as he straightens, Kevin hits him with a dropkick that sends him back onto the apron! Rude shakes his head, getting to his feet, and Kevin hooks him up to take him back in with a vertical suplex! Kevin pulls Rude to his feet and chops him viciously across the chest, moving him across the ring. He then scores a big high kick that puts Rude back into the corner.

    Garrick

    Kevin gonna follow him in here… back elbow for his troubles!

    Baxter

    Rude hiptosses Kevin here and he's just stomping the daylights out of the challenger for his title!

    Garrick

    To make it clear for fans, this is not a respect match; this is a knock-down, drag-out grudge match! The kind of match you have at family reunions!

    Baxter

    I imagine Rude family reunions are always something like this… big knee lift from the champion there! I don't like Kevin's chances!

    Garrick

    Rude sends Kevin into the ropes. Kevin's coming back and a dropkick high on the jaw to the champion!

    Baxter

    Once again, Rick Rude has tumbled out of the ring!

    Kevin is on all fours as the crowd cheers him on. He gets to his feet slowly, throwing his head back and drinking in the air. Rick Rude slowly drags himself back into the ring, getting to his feet shakily. Kevin and Rick engage in a chop battle that Rick starts to emerge the victor of. Kevin is beaten back across the ring, much to the crowd's dismay. Rick summons the strength to pull Kevin up for a scoop slam, but Kevin comes out behind Rude. Rick turns around and Kevin kicks him hard in the stomach.

    Garrick

    Kevin's got him… piledriver!

    Baxter

    Even I felt that one! Rick Rude's not gonna be waking up normally tomorrow!

    Garrick

    He's turning Rude over and he's got him sitting up! It's time to end this match!

    Baxter

    New World champion!

    "Rainbow in the Dark."

    Garrick

    Everyone's looknig at the entranceway… and there he is!

    Baxter

    Mr. Perfect coming down the ramp! Kevin's trying to shoo him off, but he's still coming!

    Garrick

    Perf' is up… HOLY MOSES! He yanked Kevin's neck straight down on the top rope!

    Baxter

    Kevin stumbles back right into the RUDE AWAKENING!

    Garrick

    No! No, dammit! This isn't right!

    Baxter

    Rude covers him! One! Two! Three! Mr. Perfect coming in the ring to celebrate the defense and I… I don't believe this!

    Garrick

    And neither does this crowd!

    "Even Flow."

    Baxter

    And neither does Tully Blanchard! He's coming down like a man possessed!

    Garrick

    Blanchard hits the ring! Right hand to Perf'! Right hand to Rude! Perfect's back up and Blanchard sends the bastard right back down to the canvas!

    Baxter

    It's the Funks! They're coming to save their leader!

    Garrick

    Terry up on the apron and Blanchard knocks him down with a big right hand! And the same to Dory! Hot damn, Blanchard's cleaning house!

    Baxter

    Rude escapes the ring and Perf' is left inside the ring!

    Garrick

    Kevin is back up and he's got vengeance on his mind! He looks down at Perfect…

    Baxter

    Nowhere to go! THE CLAW! Kevin slaps the Claw on Mr. Perfect! Mr. Perfect is screaming out and Rude's Gang can't do a thing to help him, not with Tully Blanchard standing over like a guard dog!

    Garrick

    I think that's it! I think we've gotta go! That's all for Jet Generation, folks! Join us on Tuesday for Hustle! For Reggie Baxter, I'm Sam Garrick saying have a safe night!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    POST-CARD RECAP

    The Thrillseekers d. the Roughnecks (R: 62%, Q: 86%)

    Robert Fuller d. Antonio Inoki & Nick Bockwinkel (R: 69%, Q: 74%)

    Tiger Mask d. the Great Muta (R: 88%, Q: 100%)

    Starship Coyote d. Marty Jannetty (R: 77%, Q: 81%)

    Tony Atlas & the Junkyard Dog d. the Funk Brothers (R: 74%, Q: 75%)

    Tully Blanchard d. Mr. Perfect (R: 76%, Q: 65%)

    Rick Rude d. Kevin von Erich (R: 88%, Q: 82%)

    Overall Rating: 74%

    PPV Buyrate: 0.48

    PPV Revenue: $1200000

    Attendance: 6171 people

    Tickets: $246840

  18. "Were you even watching the show, Garrick!" Watts shouted at me. Obviously, the Cowboy wasn't happy.

    "Of course I watch my own show," I said sullenly.

    "Then I suppose you saw what was happening out there?"

    "Good wrestling?"

    "Don't get smart with me, Garrick," Watts growled. He leaned forward intensely, cocking an eyebrow. "Did you see what those guys were doing to Dunlay?"

    "Yeah," I said defensively. "They were wrestling him, Cowboy. What did you expect them to do?"

    "Tony Atlas powerslammed the kid!" Watts exploded. "That guy is built like a tank, don't you think that would hurt just a little? He and the Junkyard Dog did a double suplex!"

    "Well, at least he didn't get kicked in the nether regions," I offered.

    "These guys are being real rough, Garrick, too rough. He's only nineteen!"

    "Cowboy, I thought we already talked about this," I said dejectedly. "If he doesn't buck up to this, they're never going to let him by easy when he needs it. They'll really want to hurt him in that ring. He's got to get along with the guys backstage and—"

    "Speaking of that," Watts cut in. "Your golden boy Kevin von Erich has been acting up lately."

    "What?"

    "The guys are complaining about Kevin being an ass backstage, Garrick. You want to keep him around in the company much longer, you gotta deal with him." I nodded slowly. Of course, there was no way we could fire Kevin without getting rid of Fritz, and trying to do that would most likely break the whole foundation of the company. Still, I decided not to call Watts on the bluff.

    "I'll take care of it," I assured him.

    "Good." Watts leaned back. "We did a better job this week, Garrick."

    "I saw the ratings, Cowboy."

    "Beat Saturday Night again."

    I grinned. "Plan to keep on doing it, Cowboy."

    "That's a good man. Now just get Dunlay sorted out, understood?"

    "Loud and clear, Cowboy."

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    Vince Russo and George Scott gave me curious looks as they stood about the coffee pot.

    "You told him what?" Russo asked, pouring himself another cup of coffee. Sometimes, I thought that guy was going to die of all the caffeine he consumed.

    "I told him he was main event class," I said. I myself had a bottle of water in hand. I was trying to lose weight, but not doing a very good job; I still had Coke cans stacked up to high heaven in my office minifridge.

    "What in the blue hell, Sam?" Russo said, shaking his head.

    "I've gotta go with Vince on this one," George piped in. "What in the good goddamn can we do with a main event Terry Funk?"

    "I don't know," I conceded. "But he's been lighting up that screen. Maybe sometime in the future, we'll give him a singles run."

    "And then Dory'll do what?" Vince asked. "Go back to the drawing board? The Funks made it here as a team, Sam. D'you think there's space for one of them brothers to go by the wayside while the other succeeds?"

    "Well, Dory… we can work with Dory. He's good, he's just gotta…"

    "Be a wrestling god at this point," George said. "Well, how are you doing with pushing the Thrillseekers?"

    "I think in a few months time, I can give them a shot at the tag belts," I said. I took a sip of the water. "The crowd is really getting into them."

    "And Watts?"

    I sighed. "Still working." Vince chuckled and took a sip of the coffee. George patted me on the shoulder and walked off down the hall.

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    SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 26th 1992

    THE ROUGHNECKS versus THE THRILLSEEKERS

    The Rougnecks and the Thrillseekers give us a solid opening tag match that should be an exciting affair for everyone in attendance!

    MARK YOUNGBLOOD versus CHRIS YOUNGBLOOD

    These two brothers formerly tagged as the Renegade Warriors, but it looks like those days are over: Mark Youngblood has gotten increasingly frustrated at his brother and now he's been booked against him in order to put him out once and for all!

    ANTONIO INOKI versus ROBERT FULLER versus NICK BOCKWINKEL

    What should be a wrestling clinic is marred by a growing frustration building between Robert Fuller and Antonio Inoki. Third man Nick Bockwinkel is going to be thinking solely about this match, which is going to give him the edge in this match where Fuller and Inoki are only going to be thinking about hurting each other!

    TIGER MASK versus THE GREAT MUTA

    The Great Muta has been interfering in Tiger Mask's matches too long: it's time for some payback! Tiger Mask has vowed to eliminate the Great Muta, but Muta has proved too slippery to be gotten in one go. Will this be his final curtain call?

    MARTY JANNETTY versus STARSHIP COYOTE

    CWF Television Championship Streetfight!

    Starship Coyote has made Marty Jannetty a wanted man these past few weeks and Jannetty has had enough! He's challenged Coyote to a streetfight where he'll be able to deal any amount of damage he wishes… but by doing this, he's putting the match right in Coyote's court. Marty Jannetty's going do anything he can to recover his title belt, but Starship Coyote is determined to make himself the official champion by battering Jannetty!

    THE FUNK BROTHERS versus TONY ATLAS & THE JUNKYARD DOG

    WCCW Tag Team Championship!

    The Funks and the team of Tony Atlas and the Junkyard Dog have been fighting it out for months now over the WCCW Tag Team championships, with the Funks managing to cheat their way to victory more times than not. Will this time be the special one that sees Atlas and the Dog win the belts, or are the Funks going to continue their reign of terror?

    TULLY BLANCHARD versus MR. PERFECT

    AWA America's Championship!

    Tully Blanchard and Mr. Perfect have been battling for a month after Tully insisted that Mr. Perfect stop his indecent behavior. Mr. Perfect has responded by attacking Tully and making his life hell. Tully gets his chance to make things right, but with the AWA title on the line, how will that affect his mindset against this dastardly villain?

    RICK RUDE versus KEVIN VON ERICH

    CW World Heavyweight Championship!

    Kevin von Erich got his first title shot at Festival of Masks, but he was denied it by Rick Rude's conniving. This time, hopefully Kevin will show up to fulfill his obligation and take Rick Rude's World Heavyweight title! Rick Rude doesn't seem tired of the title just yet, though, and he won't lay down for Kevin to take the title. This one is going to be a match for the ages!

    Additional Prediction Contest Questions:
    • How many title changes will occur?
    • How many matches will be won by cheating?
    • How many matches will go to a DQ decision?
    • How many matches will be won by count-out?
    • (3 Points) What is Kevin von Erich's theme song? (keep in mind this is 1992, so no songs released after 1992 will be used)
    The winner will get to name the wrestler featured in the December PPV's banner (or at least one of them if I use more)
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    The Hustle! entrance video plays and then fizzles out to a shot of the packed arena. Sam Garrick and Reggie Baxter introduce the show, taking the time to talk at length about the finish to last week's Hustle!. They then take time to talk about the upcoming card, noting the two title matches—the WCCW Tag Title three-way and Marty Jannetty's TV title defense against Chris Youngblood. Then they send it backstage for an interview.

    The camera goes backstage where Greg Gagne is standing with Robert Fuller.

    Gagne: Rob, you've been receiving a lot of punishment from Antonio Inoki, beginning when he criticized your dedication to the sport.

    Fuller: Damn right! I don't know what Inoki's been doing over in Japan, but he obviously hasn't been watching Robbie Fuller tapes. If he had, he'd know that I'm the most dedicated man there is in this business today! I don't come out each and every week, busting my ass, for some foreign ^%&hole to start talking crap!

    Gagne: Well, you met Inoki at the last Hustle! in a six-man tag match and—

    Fuller: Let me tell you something about tag matches! I hate 'em! Especially when you can't get good partners on your side. Those Thrillseekers, Storm and Jericho, they don't know what the hell they're doing! But that's beside the point: Inoki's win was a complete fluke!

    Gagne: He had you pretty solidly in that octopus hold.

    Fuller: Don't you think I know that, you tool? I felt that submission hold, but he wouldn't have gotten me into it if it wasn't those conditions. I tell you, gimme a match with that creep, one-on-one, at Jet Generation! I'll tear his lungs apart!

    Gagne: Are you calling him out?

    Fuller: Why not? In fact, let's go past that. "Cowboy" Bill Watts, if you're listening to me, I demand you sign a match between me and that big-chinned idiot Inoki for Jet Generation! I've got your number, Watts, and I'll come after you!

    Gagne: Any final words for your… uhh… prospective opponent?

    Fuller: Yeah! Try and get that octopus hold again, Inoki, just try it. I swear to God I'll knock your block off if you even put your hands on me!

    Fuller storms off angrily, pushing Gagne aside.

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    ANTONIO INOKI & TIGER MASK versus THE THRILLSEEKERS

    Tiger Mask and Storm started it off, with Tiger Mask taking an early advantage with a big vertical suplex. Storm and T. Mask quickly elevated to more fast-paced stuff, but Storm was able to take him back down with a Northern Lights suplex that got a two before it was broken up. Both men made a quick tag and Inoki came in with a big lariat that sent Jericho flipping over onto the mat! Inoki dominated Jericho for most of the contest, throwing him around like a rag doll. Jericho began to make a comeback with two successive dropkicks followed by a spinning neckbreaker. This prompted Inoki to make the tag. Before Jericho could tag back out to Storm, Tiger Mask caught him and hit him with a sleeper slam!

    Garrick

    Jericho's down on the mat and Tiger Mask is on his feet! This crowd knows what's coming!

    Baxter

    Storm's looking anxious on the apron there as Tiger Mask pulls Jericho up… what the hell!?

    Garrick

    The lights have cut out!

    Baxter

    They're back on now and Tiger Mask is bewilde—HOLY SMOKES, SAM!

    Garrick

    The Great Muta is in the ring! POISON MIST! The ref still doesn't know what's going on!

    Baxter

    Muta's out of the ring and Jericho lifts Tiger Mask up, GERMAN SUPLEX! Bridges it!

    Garrick

    Storm holds Inoki back and Jericho scores the three! HUGE upset for the Thrillseekers!

    Baxter

    I hope the Great Muta has a thank-you card in the mail, courtesy of Jericho and Storm!

    Garrick

    Oh, come on! Look at Jericho and Storm, gloating about this win like they earned it!

    After the ring clears, a familiar entrance theme hits.

    Garrick: It's Mr. Perfect!

    Baxter: The crowd are booing the hell out of Perf', and for good reason! Anyone watching last week knows how Mr. Perfect viciously attacked Tully Blanchard last week.

    Garrick: Not to mention how he and Rick Rude stole their victory against Blanchard and Kevin von Erich!

    Baxter: Well, Perfect's in the ring now and he's got a microphone.

    Perfect: Shut up! Do you think I came out here for my words to be… trashed by you idiots? I wouldn't even be out here unless I had something important to say, and I do. … shut your mouths! It is important!

    Garrick: The only thing I care about is if he's tendering his resignation, Reg.

    Baxter: Ditto.

    Perfect: Now the way I see it, a perfect wrestler such as myself shouldn't be so long without gold. I haven't held gold since I've been in this promotion and, let's face it, we're all suffering for it.

    The crowd gives Perfect a huge chorus of boos. Perfect pauses, giving the audience an ugly look until they die down suitably.

    Perfect: That brings me to my next point: Tully Blanchard!

    Garrick: The fans are really enjoying the mention of Blanchard's name.

    Baxter: And it's really ticking Perf' off!

    Garrick: Ha ha, that it is.

    Perfect: Would you shut the hell up!? I'm trying to talk!

    The fans get even louder and Perfect is visibly frustrated.

    Perfect: AllRIGHT! Tully! I'm tired of trying to talk over your cult of losers and inbreds! Get your ass out here because I want that AWA title RIGHT. NOW.

    Baxter: Are we gonna see an impromptu title match?

    Garrick: I don't know, Reg, but… here he is!

    The crowd roars as Tully Blanchard comes down the ramp, belt on his shoulder and microphone in hand.

    Blanchard: Let me get this straight… you want my title?

    Perfect: I want your title!

    Blanchard: This one?

    Blanchard lifts the AWA America's title off his shoulder.

    Perfect: Yes! Yes! Can't you understand me, you ingrate?

    Blanchard: Well, then…

    Blanchard drops the mic and hustles down to the ring, much to the delight of the fans!

    Garrick: Blanchard's in the ring and Perfect is putting the boots to him!

    Baxter: Blanchard's up now! They're slugging it out in the center of this ring, mano e mano!

    Garrick: And here come the cavalry!

    A horde of officials pours down from the back and get into the ring, restraining both men. Blanchard stoops down and picks up his belt, holding it high over his head and taunting Mr. Perfect with it. Mr. Perfect shouts at Blanchard, red-faced as he's dragged away.

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    MARTY JANNETTY versus CHRIS YOUNGBLOOD

    CWF Television Championship!

    Jannetty and Youngblood tie up quickly, with Youngblood getting a surprising amount of early offense that finishes with a powerslam and a near fall. Jannetty picks up the pace from there, landing a number of flying clotheslines and dropkicks. He executes a teeth-shattering snap suplex and then follows it with a guillotine leg drop, but only gets a two. Youngblood begins to fight back, a sharp series of right hands going in his favor, but Jannetty manages to chop him hard across the chest and then hit a big suplex.

    Baxter

    Youngblood with a good showing so far, but Jannetty's in control of this match right now.

    Garrick

    Jannetty sends Youngblood into the corner and there's a big dropkick to the chest! Youngblood's not in a good position here!

    Baxter

    Ever the fan serviceman, Jannetty's up on the opposite turnbuckle, playing to the crowd now! He's being too cocky in this match-up: Youngblood's gonna get him any second now.

    Garrick

    Whoa!

    Baxter

    What's that, Sam?

    Garrick

    Someone just hopped the barrie—MARK YOUNGBLOOD!

    Baxter

    Chair in hand…

    CRACK!

    Baxter

    He just nailed his brother in the back of the head with a chair!

    Garrick

    Jannetty's clueless! He walks over to Chris now and boots him in the stomach… ROCKER DROPPER!

    Baxter

    One! Two! Three! It's over and Mark Youngblood has just screwed his brother's chances of winning the Television title!

    Garrick: Jannetty's celebrating his win in the ring now as Chris Youngblood rolls out of the ring.

    Baxter: A questionable defense here tonight and… oh no!

    Garrick: Starship Coyote is heading down to the ring!

    The crowd boos the big Starship Coyote as he slides into the ring. Marty Jannetty turns and drops the belt, doing his best to defend himself.

    Garrick: It's too much! Jannetty's being overpowered here!

    Baxter: Oh no, not this!

    Garrick: COYOTE EDGE! Jannetty on the business end of the Coyote Edge there and… dammit, no!

    Baxter: He's taking the belt! Starship Coyote is getting out of the ring with the CWF Television title belt in his hands!

    Garrick: It might not have been the most noble defense, but dammit, Jannetty didn't deserve this!

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    THE FUNK BROTHERS versus TONY ATLAS & THE JUNKYARD DOG versus THE ROUGHNECKS

    WCCW Tag Team Championship!

    Watts and Atlas start out, the Funks choosing to let the two challenging teams wear themselves out. Atlas dominates Watts with big power moves, tagging in his partner the Junkyard Dog and executing a double suplex. Watts attempts to get to his partner, but the JYD pulls him back and practically kills him with a clothesline! The Dog goes for a pin, but both Mike Sharpe and Terry Funk break it up. The Junkyard Dog continues to battle Watts around until Terry Funk makes a blind tag and gets into the ring, attacking the Junkyard Dog's knees. The Junkyard Dog grabs Funk and throws him about a bit until Terry can get a jawbreaker. He tags Dunlay Watts back in and the pair execute a double back suplex. Upon rising, though, Terry gets Dunlay with a thumb to the eye! Blinded, Watts tags Sharpe in and Sharpe tries to put one over on the downed Dog, but the Junkyard Dog simply shoves him away and tags Tony Atlas back in. Atlas suplexes Sharpe out of his boots and then brings him back up to his feet.

    Garrick

    Atlas into the ropes… Terry's got him by the ankle!

    Baxter

    Tony Atlas is trying to fight out, but Mike Sharpe is on the move and he clobbers him with a big lariat!

    Garrick

    Blind tag from Dory to Sharpe here, but Sharpe doesn't notice! He's still attacking Atlas!

    Baxter

    LOW BLOW! Dory kicked Atlas between the legs from the outside! The referee's forcing Sharpe out here and now Dory's in the ring!

    Garrick

    He hooks him up and a BIG SUPLEX to Atlas! Floats over and he hooks the leg!

    Baxter

    Junkyard for the save… but Terry blocks!

    Garrick

    There's the three and the dastardly Funks retain the belts!

    Baxter

    I can't believe this! Even with the odds against them, the Funks manage to cheat their way into a victory!

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    KEVIN VON ERICH versus MR. PERFECT

    Kevin and Mr. Perfect put on a great display of wrestling from the get-go, lighting up the ring with technical prowess. Kevin goes for a German suplex, but Mr. Perfect puts the breaks on and hits a back kick to the family jewels! Kevin drops to his knees and Mr. Perfect hooks him up for the Perfect-plex… but Kevin grabs the ropes to block it! Kevin mounts a big comeback, getting several near falls but never able to put Mr. Perfect down. Finally, Mr. Perfect battles back with a series of chops followed by a big scoop slam.

    Garrick

    Perfect pulls Kevin up and there's a big right hand!

    Baxter

    Kevin von Erich is out on his feet and this doesn't look good!

    Garrick

    Oh no… it just got worse!

    Baxter

    Folks, "Ravishing" Rick Rude is making his way down to the ring. If anybody else comes down, you can almost guarantee Kevin von Erich is losing this match!

    Garrick

    Mr. Perfect seems to be doing fine on his own, though. He whips Kevin into the ropes here and follows him close…

    Baxter

    Rude sweeps the legs out from under Kevin!

    Garrick

    But Perfect was looking for that dropkick and OUCH! He lands hard on the canvas!

    Baxter

    He's not moving! And look at Rude's face!

    Garrick

    Kevin pulls himself over… THE CLAW! He locks the Claw on tight!

    Baxter

    Mr. Perfect's tapping out!

    Garrick

    That'll teach you to cheat, Rude!

    Baxter: Uh oh, Sam. Rude's seen enough! He's getting into the ring!

    Garrick: Kevin's on his feet now and they're staring each other down. The fans are almost silent, Reg.

    Baxter: These two men, booked to meet each other at Jet Generation for Rude's World Heavyweight belt… well, there is nothing but bad blood between them!

    Garrick: All this situation can do is explo—

    SLAP!

    Garrick: And there it goes!

    Baxter: Rude just slapped Kevin von Erich across the face!

    SLAP!

    Garrick: And von Erich slaps back!

    Rude snarls, standing up straight. Kevin lifts his chin haughtily.

    SLAP!

    Baxter: That's a hard slap from Rude and Kevin is staggering!

    Garrick: OOOH! Kevin just kicks Rick Rude right in the breadbasket!

    Baxter: He's got him by the head here…

    Garrick: RUDE AWAKENING! Kevin just delivered the Rude Awakening to Rick Rude himself!

    Baxter: This is tremendous! The fans are on their feet as Kevin von Erich stands tall in the ring! Are we going to see this again at Jet Generation?

    Garrick: I don't know, but it's coming up this Sunday! Don't miss it, fans! That's all we have for this edition of Hustle! I'm Sam Garrick, my partner here is Reggie Baxter, and we wish you a safe night and hope to see you back Sunday!

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    POST-CARD RECAP

    The Thrillseekers d. Antonio Inoki & Tiger Mask (R: 75%, Q: 91%)

    Marty Jannetty d. Chris Youngblood (R: 64%, Q: 76%)

    The Funk Brothers d. Tony Atlas & the Junkyard Dog and the Roughnecks (R: 60%, Q: 69%)

    Kevin von Erich d. Mr. Perfect (R: 79%, Q: 81%)

    Overall Rating: 73%

    Nielsens: 3.67

    Attendance: 1252 people

    Tickets: $37560

  20. WCW World Wide Wrestling dropped – Monday Nov 20.

    I walked in on Monday to a beaming Verne Gagne.

    "Sam, we are beating the piss out of WCW," he said in a jolly fashion.

    "Are we?" I asked curiously, taking a cup of coffee from a passing intern and saying a quick thanks. My eyes followed the girl's behind as she walked past me, but as soon as she was out of eyeshot, Gagne had my attention once again. "Are we?" I repeated.

    "Yeah, Sam," Verne said excitedly. "We pulled a little worse rating than last week, but Sophie says the market's on decline anyway."

    "Sophie?"

    "She's Bill's secretary. Crunches a lot of numbers for the Cowboy."

    "Oh. Okay, go on."

    "Yeah, the Nielsens were a tad bit poorer, but we still beat Saturday Night! Plus, we are making it really near to catching up to Superstars."

    Now that was news. "Hm," I said pensively. Catching up to a WWF show would be big indeed.

    "But what's really good, Sam, is that WCW lost their World Wide Wrestling deal."

    I gave Gagne a look that plainly said I thought he was crazy. "What the hell does that have to do with anything?" I asked him. "Their worst rated show by far, falls short of even Abrams's show, and that's a real stinker. How is that good at all?"

    "Because, Sam," Verne said with a sigh. "They still pulled in a lot of money off of it. If it's gotten canceled, that means they're that farther down the slope. It may have been a shit show, but they're WC-freakin'-W, you know what I mean?"

    "I guess," I conceded. "It can't be bad news, at least.

    "There's the spirit!" Verne said, slapping me on the back. I gave him a chuckle and sipped on my coffee.

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    "Hey, Dunlay," I said, watching Bill Watts's nephew walk into the building. He gave me a sour, barely appreciative look before trying to walk by me. I stopped him, putting my hand on his shoulder and getting in his way. "What's with the long look?"

    "What's with the long look?" Dunlay said in a surprisingly squeaky voice. He stopped, obviously startled at the way his voice had come out. "What's with the long voice?" Satisfied with his tone now, he continued: "I'm not doing shit out there!"

    "What do you mean? You picked up a win last week."

    "Yeah? Over who? Rick Rude?"

    "Well, no, but—"

    "Mr. Perfect? Tully Blanchard? No, Garrick—" I grunted at that; he was trying to put himself over like he was the Cowboy. No one called me Garrick except for Bill. I couldn't do anything to the kid, though, so I kept my mouth shut. "—I got a win over Robert Fuller and the freakin' Thrillseekers. Who the hell are they?"

    "Robert Fuller's a name, Dunlay," I told him sternly. "Lots of people know Fuller and getting a win over him isn't small change."

    "Besides the fact, I didn't even get the win," Dunlay groaned. "Inoki did."

    "Your time will come."

    "Yeah? Well, I'd like my time now, thank you."

    "Dunlay, cool out for a bit," I said, trying to defuse the situation. It wasn't going to do me any good for him to start demanding title bouts here and there. "We just want the fans to get used to you, get you out there, get you a little more over so they don't totally crap on you when we give you the mic or some real airtime.

    "The plan is to put you in a program with the Thrillseekers—hear me out, boy!—and let you both get over with each other. Then we'll see about your Rude and Perfect matches."

    "Hmph," Dunlay grunted. He shoved past me and walked a few steps before turning around. "I'm kinda tired of teaming with Mike Sharpe, too."

    "Stick it out, Dunn," I said, walking down the hall. Dammit, this kid was getting on my nerves. I really didn't need or want this hassle.

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    Ron Fuller gave me a grave look and then chuckled. "So you told him the plan, did you?"

    "Yeah," I said, sitting down heavily in my chair. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. "What could I do?"

    "Guess you were in kind of a spot there," Fuller agreed, stroking his chin.

    "I really want to push Jericho and Storm," I confided. "They could really be something in this business. It's just a good vehicle for doing the Cowboy's bidding, too."

    "I got you," Ron said. "But listen, Sam. You've got to talk to this Dunlay kid."

    "You talk to him," I shot back. "Maybe you'll have an appreciation for my mood."

    "He's not gonna listen to me," Ron said. "And Watts isn't gonna tell him to act his age. He's getting a lot of the guys in the back riled up and sooner or later, he's gonna have his teeth knocked out."

    I sighed. "I know, but maybe it'll be a good lesson for him."

    "Cowboy won't like it."

    "I know, Ron. I know."

    Ron patted me on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it, okay? The kid'll work out, I'm sure."

    Well, it was good that someone was sure about this whole goddamn thing.

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    TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 21st, 1992

    THE THRILLSEEKERS versus TIGER MASK & ANTONIO INOKI

    The Thrillseekers, Lance Storm and Chris Jericho, take on the Japanese wrestlers Tiger Mask and Antonio Inoki to start Hustle! off with a bang!

    MARTY JANNETTY versus CHRIS YOUNGBLOOD

    CWF Television Championship!

    Marty Jannetty has a standard title defense against Chris Youngblood, the beleaguered brother of the rogue Mark Youngblood. Chris has to put that out of his mind, though, in order to adequately challenge for Jannetty's Television title.

    THE FUNK BROTHERS versus TONY ATLAS & THE JUNKYARD DOG versus THE ROUGHNECKS

    WCCW Tag Team Championship!

    The Funks are slated to defend their titles agains Atlas and the Junkyard Dog at Jet Generation, but they're being forced to defend them a week early as well, and this time with a third team in the mix—the rising Roughnecks, Dunlay Watts and Mike Sharpe!

    THE MAIN EVENT

    KEVIN VON ERICH versus MR. PERFECT

    Kevin von Erich has a noticable feud with Rude's Gang, most importantly its leader Rick Rude. He doesn't get Rude tonight, though, and instead gets his de facto second in command, Mr. Perfect. Does Kevin have it in him to get up this stepping stone on his way to his title match at Jet Generation?

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    SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 26th, 1992

    THE FUNK BROTHERS versus TONY ATLAS & THE JUNKYARD DOG

    WCCW Tag Team Championship!

    (if either team holds the belt)

    The Funks have been feuding with Atlas and the Junkyard Dog since Festival of Masks, when Atlas and the JYD were cheated out of the belts thanks to Bruce Pritchard. Now they get another chance to defeat the Funk Brothers and take the WCCW Tag Team belts for themselves.

    THE MAIN EVENT

    RICK RUDE versus KEVIN VON ERICH

    CW World Heavyweight Championship!

    The feud between these two men has defined Colossal Wrestling for the last few months. Will Kevin von Erich finally be able to take the title, or will "Ravishing" Rick Rude continue his reign as champion?

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    After the Hustle! entrance video finishes, the camera opens up to the arena with all its fans. The announce desk is shown up next and we're introduced by announcers Sam Garrick and Reggie Baxter. They talk about the crowd, highlighting the CWF Television championship match between Starship Coyote and champ Marty Jannetty as well as the main event, a tag match pitting Rick Rude and Mr. Perfect of Rude's Gang against Tully Blanchard and Kevin von Erich!

    They then hype the first match, a six-man tag match.

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    ANTONIO INOKI & THE ROUGHNECKS versus ROBERT FULLER & THE THRILLSEEKERS

    Inoki and Fuller start out, Fuller eager to do some early damage. He blasts Inoki with some solid wrestling and then hits a big scoop slam before tagging out to Lance Storm to conserve his energy. Storm continues the domination, executing a huracarana to Inoki, but only getting the near fall—Dunlay Watts makes to get in, but Inoki kicks out before that. Storm tags out to his partner Chris Jericho and they hit Inoki with a double dropkick. Jericho goes to continue the damage, but Inoki drops Jericho to his knees with a tripping move. He gets to his feet and jumps into the air, chopping Chris Jericho on the neck before tagging out to Watts. Watts hits the ring and immediately goes to work, bringing Jericho to his feet and suplexing him. Watts makes to connect it into another, but Jericho flips him into a Northern Lights… but Sharpe breaks it up! Storm leaps into the ring and knocks Sharpe backwards, prompting Inoki to hit the ring and send Lance Storm head over heels with a big lariat! Fuller can't resist now, getting into the ring to mix it up with Inoki! Soon enough, the brawl is broken up, leaving Watts and Jericho in the ring. Jericho kicks Watts in the stomach and tags out to Fuller. Jericho lifts Watts into the air and suplexes him just in time for Fuller to come back and connect with a big elbow drop! Fuller grabs Watts and whips him into the ropes, only for Watts to duck a lariat and then turn around, blasting Fuller with a right hand! Watts then runs and dives towards his corner, slapping the nearest hand—Inoki!

    Garrick

    Antonio Inoki back in the ring here and he grabs Fuller… suplex!

    Baxter

    Fuller's not looking so hot right now, Sam. He's being picked up again and… here it is! Octopus hold!

    Garrick

    Oh man, Fuller's in for it now! Jericho and Storm hit the ring, but the Roughnecks are right there to stave them off!

    Baxter

    Fuller submits! This is over!

    Garrick: Very solid match there, but now our cameras are gonna take us backstage for a bit…

    The cameras show a wrestler sitting in his locker room

    Baxter: It's Chris Youngblood! If our viewers remember, last week his partner and brother Mark kicked him in the head and made him give up the win to the Roughnecks!

    Suddenly, another figure comes into the room. Chris stands up and the two scowl at each other.

    Garrick: No! No! It's Mark Youngblood!

    Mark finally gives in, jumping forward and assaulting his brother.

    Baxter: Look at those fists flying! Chris is trying to hold his own here, but Mark is not having any of it!

    Mark Youngblood lunges forward, smashing his brother over the head with a big forearm. Chris drops to a knee and Mark kicks at him, knocking him down.

    Garrick: This is just sick. Mark's stomping on his head here, he doesn't give a damn about his brother!

    Baxter: Come on, Mark! Leave him alone! Leave him alone!

    Garrick: Folks, you're witnessing the destruction of Chris Youngblood just like I am and I think you'll agree when I say these actions are just disgusting! Mark is walking off now—

    Baxter: Finally!

    Garrick: –and someone had better call a medic to attend to Chris Youngblood backstage!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    TIGER MASK vs. NICK BOCKWINKEL

    Tiger Mask begins the match by dancing around Nick Bockwinkel, using his speed to his advantage. Finally, Bockwinkel simply stands in one place as Tiger Mask moves. Once Tiger Mask stops, Bockwinkel lunges and blasts the hell out of the Japanese phenom with a lariat! Bockwinkel begins to use some solid wrestling to take Tiger Mask to the mat again and again. Tiger Mask manages to block a suplex and send Bockwinkel into the ropes, catching him on the return with a dropkick! Both men gets back up and Tiger Mask sends Bockwinkel over with an armdrag before locking in a chickenwing. Bockwinkel gets the ropes and manages to get up, but Tiger Mask catches him in a rear waistlock.

    Baxter

    Oooh! German suplex!

    Garrick

    One… two… he kicks out! Bockwinkel is still in this!

    Baxter

    Bockwinkel battling to his feet here, and I've gotta say, he's showing a lot of heart! Tiger Mask into the ropes…

    Garrick

    Grabs the arm and jumps behind him! He gets the other one and TIGER SUPLEX!

    Baxter

    That's it! One! Two! Three!

    Garrick

    Fantastic win for Tiger Mask, but… whoa!

    Baxter

    This isn't good, Sam! That's the Great Muta in the ring!

    Garrick

    Tiger Mask doesn't see him… POISON MIST! Tiger Mask has got to be completely blinded!

    Baxter

    SHINING WIZARD! The Great Muta has just done a number on Tiger Mask and the fans are booing the hell out of him for it!

    Garrick: I can't believe that someone would do something like that!

    Baxter: It's a tragedy, Sam, a tragedy. Now we've gotta go backstage for a message from our Television champion!

    Backstage, Marty Jannetty stands with his CWF Television title slung over his shoulder and his manager, JJ Dillon, standing in front of him.

    Dillon: Starship Coyote! Listen, Starship, I don't know who gave you the right to do what you're doing, but you had better learn to stop it! This isn't some bush league federation, alright? You do not—do not!—go around attacking Television champions!

    Dillon shakes his head before looking back up at the cameras.

    Dillon: Ever since you joined this league, you've been nothing but trouble! Now you want to come after Marty Jannetty's Television belt? Who says you deserve it? Son, don't make me laugh. Marty Jannetty is ten times the wrestler you could ever dream of being, Starship, and that's a fact.

    Jannetty gives a grim smile, hoisting the title up higher on his shoulder.

    Dillon: So tonight, Starship? Tonight we're gonna put an end to all this! You and Jannetty for the Television title to-night! And trust me, Starship, when Jannetty hits your no-good piece of stink with the Rocker Dropper, you're gonna be sorry you even laid eyes on this gold belt!

    Dillon stalks off. Jannetty gives the fans a smile and shines his belt with his palm before following him.

    * * * * * * * * * *

    TERRY FUNK versus TONY ATLAS

    Funk starts out strong, keeping Atlas grounded with trips and drop toe holds so that Atlas can't use his strength. Terry locks on a rear chinlock, but Tony gets up after a bit, lifting Funk on his back! Funk shakes his head in disbelief, but Mr. USA quickly charges back and smashes Terry onto the turnbuckles! Atlas takes over and the fans are screaming their heads off as he begins to lay into Terry with rapid right hands! Atlas scoop slams Terry in the middle of the mat and then comes off the ropes with a big leg drop. He covers, but Funk kicks out before the three. Both men get back to their feet and Funk now begins to take control again, hitting a suplex and then a Samoan drop. Funk boots Atlas in the stomach and goes for a piledriver, but Atlas flips Funk over with a back body drop!

    Baxter

    Funk's on the mat and Atlas is getting this crowd riled up! I think we know what time it is!

    Garrick

    He's picking Terry up off the mat here…

    Baxter

    Dory Funk, Jr. is heading down to this ring! Dammit!

    Garrick

    Atlas going for the lift, but Dory grabs him by the ankle! The ref's trying to get Dory to leave now… what's thaT?

    Baxter

    He just slid something into the ring! Terry's got it… he just hit Atlas with the title belt!

    Garrick

    And now he threw it out of the ring! Oh, this is despicable! He's got Atlas… PILEDRIVER!

    Baxter

    There's the pin! One! Two! Three!

    Garrick

    Funk steals the win here tonight… oh my god! Look who it is!

    Baxter

    The Junkyard Dog is hustling down to this ring! Dory Funk stops him short and they're brawling on the outside!

    Garrick

    Now Terry's joining the fray! This is unfair!

    Baxter

    Boot to the gut and now Dory's got that belt! OHHH, what a shot!

    Garrick

    Atlas and the Junkyard Dog have just been decimated here tonight!

    The camera goes backstage just after the match. Tully Blanchard is walking with a cup of water in his hand and his AWA America's title slung over his shoulder. He stops to chat with a worker backstage.

    Garrick: Tully Blanchard backstage, no doubt gearing up for his big match later on tonight!

    Baxter: Definetly, Sam. Tully Blanchard has a grudge against Mr. Perfect and I can't say he much likes Rick Rude, either.

    Garrick: Tully seems to be going into the bathroom here… WHOA!

    Tully stumbles backwards suddenly, dropping his water.

    Baxter: Tully was just hit out of nowhere with what looked like a lead pipe!

    Garrick: It's Mr. Perfect! No, dammit, no!

    Baxter: Perf' is just laying into Tully here with those shots from the pipe! Oh, no, stop it, Perf'!

    Mr. Perfect leans down to touch the title.

    Perfect: You want to fight, Blanchard? We'll fight… and I'll take your title while I'm at it. Teach you to talk about what I can and can't do. Just remember…

    Mr. Perfect stands up and smirks.

    Perfect: I'm perfect. Mr. Perfect.

    Perfect drops the pipe and moves on, leaving Blanchard rolling around in pain.

    * * * * * * * * * *

    MARTY JANNETTY versus STARSHIP COYOTE

    CWF Television Championship!

    Jannetty starts off with some athletic kicks that keep Coyote off his form, but Coyote battles back with some heavy rights. Coyote lifts Jannetty and gets him in the tree of woe, proceeding to kick him relentlessly in the face. He finally lifts Marty up and hits a big back suplex, but he can only get a two count! Starship pulls Jannetty back to his feet and goes for a suplex, but Jannetty blocks it and rolls Starship up, but he can only get a two as well! Both men get to their feet and Jannetty begins to take over in a big way, getting a roar from the crowd as he beats Starship across the ring! He takes Starship down with a brainbuster and from there it looks almost academic as he ascends the top rope.

    Baxter

    Looks like we're gonna see a big finish for this one!

    Garrick

    He flies… and Starship gets out of the way! He just saved himself from eating a loss tonight!

    Baxter

    Starship gets up and props Jannetty up in the corner… he's reaching into his tights!

    Garrick

    Jannetty's just been savaged by that shot! The ref saw the blackjack! This is over!

    Baxter

    Oh, now Coyote tosses the thing out! Smart move! Look at this scumbag, arguing with the ref! Well, the ref isn't having it!

    Garrick

    Coyote's been disqualified and rightly so, but it looks like he's gonna take it out on Jannetty now!

    Baxter

    Coyote's hitting Jannetty with right hands, but now Jannetty's fighting back! Listen to that crowd!

    Garrick

    Coyote gets out of the ring and Jannetty follows him and they're just slugging it out! Jannetty's got to be ticked off now!

    Baxter

    Coyote sends Jannetty into the crowd… and these guys are still fighting! The crowd's making way as they keep brawling further and further…

    Garrick

    Who knows when we'll see those two again? What matters is that Jannetty retained and Coyote just blew his chance!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    KEVIN VON ERICH & TULLY BLANCHARD versus RICK RUDE & MR. PERFECT

    Kevin von Erich and Mr. Perfect start off, executing some solid wrestling. Kevin takes Perf' down with a big back suplex and gets himself a near fall before Perfect kicks out. Kevin continues to dominate, getting Perfect in a headlock and tagging out to Tully. They execute a double suplex and then Tully takes over, getting Perfect in a rear chinlock. Perfect battles to his feet, but Tully quickly knees him in the stomach and throws Perfect over with a gutwrench suplex. Tully goes to scoop Perfect up, but Perfect trips him and tags Rick Rude in. Rude comes in with a swagger, but Blanchard quickly begins to fight back and they slug it out all over the ring. Rude throws Blanchard back into the corner and hits him with a few chops. Blanchard comes out of the corner with a back elbow that stuns Rude, but before Blanchard can capitalize, Rude jabs him in the eye! He lifts Blanchard up and drops him on the canvas with a huge scoop slam!

    Garrick

    Oh, look at this cocky son-of-a… he's taunting Kevin now!

    Baxter

    Blanchard's moving… and Rude's letting him go? This isn't characteristic!

    Garrick

    He just wants to humiliate Kevin von Erich! Blanchard makes the tag and Kevin's in the ring like a rocket! Those right hands have got to have Rude re-thinking his decision!

    Baxter

    Rude sent into the ropes… OH! He knocked Blanchard off the apron!

    Garrick

    He tackles Kevin down to the mat and now he rolls him up… NO!

    Baxter

    Rude's got a handful of those tights, but the ref doesn't see it! There's the three!

    Garrick

    Oh, shut up, Rude! Quit laughing! Kevin's arguing with the ref there, trying to make him see, but the ref didn't see anything!

    Baxter

    Blanchard's back in the ring! Kevin and Tully are out for revenge!

    Garrick

    Rude and Perfect are knocked onto the apron and now von Erich and Blanchard are following them and just taking the fight to these scumbags!

    Baxter

    Perfect down after a big suplex… THE CLAW!

    Garrick

    Rude's suffering under the Claw, the second one in three weeks!

    Baxter

    Sweet justice!

    Garrick

    That's all the time we have, folks! For Reggie Baxter, I'm Sam Garrick saying stay safe and join us for next week's Hustle!

    * * * * * * * * * *

    POST-CARD RECAP

    Antonio Inoki & the Roughnecks d. Robert Fuller & the Thrillseekers (R: 59%, Q: 76%)

    Tiger Mask d. Nick Bockwinkel (R: 72%, Q: 77%)

    Terry Funk d. Tony Atlas (R: 77%, Q: 82%)

    Marty Jannetty d. Starship Coyote (R: 73%, Q: 80%)

    Rick Rude & Mr. Perfect d. Kevin von Erich & Tully Blanchard (R: 74%, Q: 70%)

    Overall Rating: 69%

    Nielsens: 3.63

    Attendance: 1252 people

    Tickets: $37560

  22. well gee you people don't like my diary.... I'm making it Original.... It is Lingerfyed.... Vince's Riegn of terror over the Wrestling World is OVER..... My new riegn of talent and creative shock value is on... THIS IS MY diary.... arn't we supposed to be original? I Didnt Sign AJ,Jarret,Brock,Goldberg,The Rock,Hogan and such.... i signed talent with talent..... Ikilled ECW well because it sucks.... and i don't want it in my diary.... Hardy deserved the push he is getting so i'm giving it to him.... This is my diary, and it will be run my way... no matter what you want or think...
  23. OOC Note: I recognize a flub I made in the backstory. I assumed WCW was running Nitro at this time and they aren't. Thus, there are no Monday Night Wars to speak of, although WCW and WWF are obviously engaged in a ratings war of sorts. It just doesn't have a catchy title.

    "Well done, Garrick," Watts said, pleased. He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands over his stomach, a smile over his face. "We beat out WCW's Saturday Night." WCW Saturday Night was their flagship show, the show that everyone who wanted to know anything about WCW watched.

    "Did we?" I asked, trying to appear nonplussed. Inside, I was ecstatic.

    "Yeah, kid, people on the inside are saying WCW's cutting back heavily. Still bigger than us, but the gap's closing. We can catch up."

    "We'll get 'em," I promised.

    "I like the way you're handling the feud between Rude and von Erich, too. Makes for good television; sometimes, people like a guy with fire that they can get behind."

    "Certainly, Cowboy."

    "I want to talk about how you're handling Dunlay, though." I gritted my teeth. Here it came again. "Now, I know you're probably doing your best, but where's his speaking time? For Christ's sake, he was barely part of that match against the Funks!"

    "I know, Bill, but—"

    "And would you tell those damn Funks to go easy? I saw the way Terry chuckled after he pretty much broke my boy's spine!"

    "Now, hold up a second, Cowboy," I snapped, admittedly a little angry. "Don't ask me to coddle the kid. The boys'll never take to him if I'm always telling them to go easy."

    Bill thumbed his nose, frowning. "You're right," he breathed, "but dammit, I don't like to see that." I supposed it was different when they were family; Watts had never had a history of saying things like this. "So, when are we gonna see Dunlay on the stick?"

    "It takes time," I said. "I'm already doing something really out of character by continuing to put Dunlay and Sharpe on television; nobody cares about these guys—it's true, Cowboy!—and I'm gonna have a hell of a time making them care. But the first step is exposure and I'm giving him plenty of that."

    "Well good," Watts said. "As long as I know you're doing it and not just blowing me off, Garrick." I nodded.

    "That's everything, Cowboy?"

    "That's everything, Garrick. Gimme another great rating, okay?"

    "Loud and clear, Cowboy."

    * * * * * * * * * *

    I smiled as I walked into the boardroom. Ron Fuller looked up, cocking an eyebrow at me.

    "What'd Watts want you for?" Fritz von Erich asked. A staff meeting had been called to discuss the bookings for next week, which explained why the elder von Erich had shown his face in CW Headquarters.

    "We beat WCW," I said shortly. There was a pause in the air.

    "World Wide Wrestling?" offered Vince Russo, sitting down some length from me. "'Cause I mean, a child could beat World Wide Wr—"

    "Saturday Night," I said, cutting him off. "We beat WCW Saturday Night."

    "You are a goddamn liar," Ron Fuller said, throwing up his hands. He pointed at me accusingly. "I'm not working with a goddamn liar, you hear me? I didn't get into this business to work with fakes!"

    "When was the last time you heard Garrick lie?" contested Verne Gagne in my defense.

    "He once told me that pigs fly," Russo joked.

    I chuckled. "Well pigs do, when they're shot out of cannons," I said. "And we did beat WCW. Unless you want to mix words with Watts. I'm sure he'd like you calling him a liar."

    "Two things in this world that don't lie, Ron," George Scott said. He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands over his stomach in a very Wattsian fashion. "God and Nielsens. Am I right?"

    "You're right," Ron said with a laugh. "You're goddamn right."

    "Come on, boys," I said, taking my seat at the head of the table. "We've got a Hustle! to book."

    * * * * * * * * * *

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    TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 14th, 1992

    ANTONIO INOKI & THE ROUGHNECKS versus ROBERT FULLER & THE THRILLSEEKERS

    Robert Fuller and Antonio Inoki are known to have some tension after last week's Hustle!. The Roughnecks and the Thrillseekers are seen to be two up-and-coming tag teams in CW and accompany the bad blood between these two in a thrilling six-man opening bout.

    NICK BOCKWINKEL versus TIGER MASK

    The old-school disciplinarian goes up against the Japanese sensation Tiger Mask in what should be a stellar technical matchup.

    TERRY FUNK versus TONY ATLAS

    "Mr. USA" collides with his rival the Funker in the middle of the ring. After last week's encounter, Funk has to have vengeance on his mind!

    MARTY JANNETTY versus STARSHIP COYOTE

    CWF Television Championship!

    Starship Coyote has made it clear that he wants Marty Jannetty's TV title. Marty Jannetty won't give it up without a fight, though, and he'll do his best to avoid the Coyote Edge and come out on top!

    THE MAIN EVENT

    KEVIN VON ERICH & TULLY BLANCHARD versus RICK RUDE & MR. PERFECT

    Rude's Gang is sitting on top of the Colossal Wrestling heap with the CW World Heavyweight title and the WCCW Tag Team belts. If Mr. Perfect can find some way to defeat Tully Blanchard, he could seal the last major title Rude's Gang needs—the AWA America's belt. Kevin von Erich wants revenge—and Rude's World Heavyweight strap! Vendetta marks this Hustle!'s main event.

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