Post by Zombie Stevens on Sept 6, 2019 15:06:53 GMT -6
Date: Tuesday, September 3rd Location: Lakefront Airport, New Orleans, LA
It’s a warm day on the tarmac at Lakefront Airport in New Orleans. Jackie “Bandit” Layton is looking over the itinerary, doing a headcount of everyone who was coming on the Cairo trip. Milling about are Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Angelique “Angel” LeRoux, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Katrina “K-Dub” Knox, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, and their son RJ Jr. Everyone standing under the shade of the private jet awaiting them as a few of them look at their watches and cellphones, waiting on the rest of the party to arrive. Upon hearing the sound of an approaching vehicle, Bullet looks up
Bullet: “¡Jueputa! About time they get here.”
A black Honda Odyssey pulled up in the nearby parking lot, the silvery-blue hair in the driver’s seat made it obvious that it was Lexa who was driving. Out of the minivan come Wendy “Zombie” Stevens, Lexa Pellegrini, their son J, Essentia “Essie” Carbajal and her girlfriend and Wendy’s sister, Valerie Morielaz. As they all walk up on the tarmac, Wendy is smiling bright, still trying to stifle her laughter, her eyes red from crying.
Bruiser: “Ya alright?” Zombie: “Yeah, just had the funniest and stupidest dream ever last night, and most of you were in it.”
Psycho smirks and nods as K-Dub helps the group load up their bags in the cargo area.
Psycho: “Ye bae draemin’ ‘bout us now?” Zombie: “Not like that. Well, not all of you. Anyways, you guys ever see Grease?”
Bandit finishes up her headcount, and cocks an eyebrow when Zombie mentions Grease.
Bandit: “Okay, this I want to hear, but we’re getting short on time. We gotta get in the air in the next ten minutes. We don’t want to miss Sam’s wedding. Let’s roll. Then you’ll have more than enough time to tell us the story.”
While in the air, everyone is out of their seatbelts and enjoying a meal, and Wendy has positioned herself in the middle of the group. J gets up on Wendy’s lap as Lexa is in the seat next to her.
Zombie: “Alright, so you remember in Grease, you had the T-Birds and the Pink Ladies, right? Well, it was those people but Shieldmaidens. Apparently I was Danny. Lex was Sandy…”
Lexa smiles, and leans over.
Lexa: “Did I get to wear the leather outfit?” Zombie: “I’m ordering you one when we come back. You looked sexy as fuck in it. Alex, you were Rizzo.” Bullet: “I’m okay with this. Who was Kenickie? Jack?” Zombie: “Actually, Bruiser.”
Bruiser leans in, only half-paying attention as she was looking out the window, but upon hearing her name, turns to the group.
Bruiser: "Wait, nah, Ale y'can't be Rizzo." Bullet: "Why not?" Bruiser: "Well, lass, I like ya and all but Sorsh..." Psycho: “Aww lass.” Bullet: "Take it up with Zombie. It was her dream." Zombie: “I assure you nothing happened between you two.”
Psycho laughs as Bruiser holds her hand. Bandit is laughing.
Bandit: “See, now Ale's gonna dream of Angel in that jacket so that when she gets a hickey from Kenickie... Angel’ll give it to her herself!”
Angel laughs and hides her face as Bullet is surprised at Bandit’s comment.
Bullet: “Jack!” Bandit: “Tell me I'm wrong…”
Bullet realizes she can’t as everyone is watching her.
Bullet: “Jueputa...” Zombie: “Knox was Putzie, Banshee was Jan…”
Banshee giggles and smiles wide.
Banshee: “Aye, mayna be likin’ toothpaste THAT much, but that’d be close.” K-Dub: “Least she got one relationship right. Though, wait, why Putzie?” Bullet: “You are the Prospect, right?”
K-Dub nods and shrugs.
K-Dub: “Fair point.” Zombie: “Bandit, you were Patty, the cheerleader trying to get Danny’s, or in this case my, attention. Sorry, but Jack is pretty cute. Sam was Marty, with all the guys after her…” Bandit: “That’d be Sam. And aww.” Zombie: “You still don’t beat Lexa in the leather outfit. Never will.”
Zombie leans in and taps Bandit on the shoulder as friends do after a bit of ribbing.
Zombie: “Now, here’s where it gets fucking weird. I know, like it hasn’t already. In my dream, Frenchy didn’t drop out of beauty school, and actually became a teacher herself who was teaching me to cut hair.” Bullet: “Who was Frenchy?” Zombie: “How many people with pink hair do YOU know?” Bandit: “EAVAN! Oh this is rich. You should tell her. Didn’t she say recently she actually dyes her hair pink because of Frenchy?” Zombie: “That’s probably where this all stemmed from. The hair match, seeing Krigare’s tweet…”
Val shakes her head.
Valerie: “Essie and I were actually watching Grease together the other night. I didn’t realize it was loud.” Essie: “Weren't we also trying to dr… um, yes, sorry if it was loud.”
Zombie and Bullet look over at their relatives with the expression of parental disapproval before smiling and shaking their heads.
Zombie: “I swear, kids today.” Bullet: “Where are they getting these ideas? Who’s influencing them?”
Everyone on the plane looks around at each other before breaking into laughter. Meanwhile, Valerie and Essie turn multiple shades of red before they’re enveloped in pats on the arm and hugs and hair tussling.
Lexa: “They fucking ARE like us!” Zombie: “They’ve got a bit of Jack and Ale in them too. If what Krigare’s told me.”
Bandit glares over at Zombie, trying to keep a serious face,
Bandit: “And what HAS she told you?” Zombie: “It’s Eavan. Use your imagination.” Bullet: “Jueputa…” Zombie: “Oh, I forgot to tell you the best part of this dream. Much as we were Grease characters, we were also mice.”
Bruiser’s eyes light up, and laughs.
Bruiser: “We were the Biker Mice From Mars?” Zombie: “Yep, antennas and all.” Bruiser: “I fuckin’ LOVED that show!” Bandit: “Wait, wait, go back to Eavan for a minute.”
Zombie looks over at Bandit and smirks knowingly, while Bullet has a look that suggests she’d rather not know..
Zombie: “Oh yeah, she was way more open than I wanted to know, and we’ll leave it at that. So anyways, there’s Frenchy in a barber’s chair, not in front of me, I had this dummy head of Jansen on a tray on the chair, was really weird. And Frenchy was telling me how to trim certain areas, how to use an electric clipper and stuff. And I looked over into a corner, and there was a stack of severed mannequin heads, all looking like Jansen. And every time I messed up, Eav, Frenchy, she’d have me kick the head through a goal post. Where that goal post came from, I have no idea. Finally after the twelfth head, and I admit, I kinda enjoyed kicking the heads like footballs, I got the head right, and it wasn’t quite bald. Actually it was very patchy. Tufts everywhere, but Frenchy told me that was the style I should use. And then Lexa came into the room and told me we had to go, and I woke up to Lexa… actually telling me we had to get ready to go. Except she was wearing a loose nightshirt and J was already ready and Mom was making him a bagged lunch just in case and well… yeah that’s why we were late.”
This time it was Lexa’s turn to blush a little. J had already gone at this point to look out the window, check on RJ Jr. with Essie and Sorsh, before going to his seat to and play with his Switch with his headphones on and was oblivious to the whole conversation. Val smacked Wendy on the shoulder.
Valerie: “And you go picking on us?” Zombie: “Kinda my job ain’t it? Besides, you two are cute together. I see great things with you two. In all of us, really. Fuck what Gates thinks of us, He’s only been showing his true colors since he came on the scene. The more he talks, the less I take him seriously.”
Bullet clears her throat and everyone turns their attention to her.
Bullet: “Normally I’d say be careful not to undersell an opponent, but…”
She pauses, smirking.
Bullet: “Es un caremonda…”
The others chuckle, nodding their agreement.
Bullet: “I noticed after 22, this will be the first time in Mile High every active Shieldmaiden has a match on the same show.”
Banshee and K-Dub look a bit puzzled, and we can see K-Dub looking around at everyone and realizing Bullet’s right.
K-Dub: “Wait, is that right?” Psycho: “Aye, I bae fightin’ Da War Queen Leah.” Bandit: “Sam and I are defending the tag titles against SEX.” Zombie: “Gotta love the promo graphic for that match. I’m fighting Jansen in a title vs hair match.” Bruiser: “I’m fuckin’ in that battle royale match.” Bullet: “And I’m fighting Anaquin Adams. Since Rynn, Venom and Krigare are not in Mile High, that’s everyone here.” Zombie: “Well, shit. What a way to say goodbye to Denver, huh? The lot of us tearing down the Pepsi Center. For now, though, let’s put that out of our minds. Our sister’s getting married, this is her time. And hell, we’re going to fucking Cairo! I never thought I’d ever say that in all my life. And I get to do it with my favorite people. Thank you guys for taking a chance on me. Of course I’ll thank Sam for inviting me as well.”
She leans over and kisses Lexa quickly.
Zombie: “And I’m still liking Wendy Pellegrini, by the way.” Lexa: “I fucking love you.”
Date: Friday, September 6th Location: Wendy’s Home, New Orleans, LA
Before we can see anything, we can hear Wendy and Lexa talking, and fussing with something, the camera itself.
Lexa: “Yous sure you want the camera here?” Wendy: “Yeah, it’d frame the room nicely. And you can view it and move it remotely now.” Lexa: “Okay, let’s try this. Where should I be?” Wendy: “Well, we should see you as well. Nobody wants to just see me do solo, right?” Lexa: “That sounds naughty.” Wendy: “I meant for the promo. And you say my mind’s in the gutter.” Lexa: “Go sit down. I’m framing you only. This is your promo. Yous the one fighting.” Wendy: “Alright, but I’m going to get us on film together soon.” Lexa: “Was that yous gutter talking again?” Wendy: “Maybe. Oh shit, we should probably take the cap off, right?”
As the camera cap comes off, we see Wendy sitting on one of the couches in their living room of their New Orleans home. Over her left shoulder was the entry to the dining room where Valerie and Essie are sitting and prepping things and the kitchen where we see Agata Morielaz occasionally flitting around cooking. Over Wendy’s right shoulder, the staircase to the second level. The room is modestly decorated in warm neutrals that reflect the Italian heritage of its inhabitants. Wendy is sitting in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Her hair up in a fifties-style pompadour wig.
Wendy: “Jansen, Jansen, Jansen. So we’re really going to do this, huh? I was kinda hoping you’d talk yourself out of this match much like Gates did with his because I think, and so does most people, you’re in way over your head.
Now, I hope you can forgive me, but I want the people to fully understand how we got to this moment. Actually, let me get rid of this wig and jacket here, I bought some stuff after a dream I had, won’t give you all the details, though safe to say I was cutting your hair as a biker mouse that looked like Danny Zuko. And then Lexa as Sandy and the leather outfit. If we can get the camera to pan over… no? Dammit. Anyways, let me just get out of this…”
Wendy takes off the jacket and tosses it aside, the cuffs of her t-shirt rolled up, showing off her arms. When Wendy takes the wig off, she reveals a bald cap and smiles.
Wendy: “Alright, we’re going to recap. Rise Again, I fought Azurine Vebbins unsuccessfully for the Throwdown Championship when you decide to make your return to Mile High and lay out Azzy, making your point you wanted, and somehow deserved, a title shot. While I’m sure some were happy to see you, I have to admit, I didn’t know you at all. I didn’t even give you the time of day. I was nursing my wounds after losing to Azzy a second time, was in my own head. I had asked Mr. Mach not to book me as I needed some time to step away, re-evaluate where I was going. I felt like I wasn’t carrying my weight within the Maidens. That was also the day where Lexa really stepped in as a manager and started righting the ship. For the next couple of weeks, I would contemplate what I would do going forward.
Episode Twenty, it’s you and Azzy in the cage. And much to the shock of everyone in the Magness Arena, you beat Azzy to claim the Throwdown Title. Now, what you should have done was take that title and leave. Azzy didn’t have a choice in the matter as surprise surprise, up from the ring itself, I took Azzy to Zombieland and put her lights out. And then I saw you, hold up that title to not only mock Azzy, but me as well. Had it not been for the officials, I probably would have broken you on sight.
I should be happy they were there after all, because it allowed you to show your true colors.”
Wendy sits up, her elbows on her knees, her hands clenched together, the anger starting to rise in her as she tilts her head forward. We can see something written on the cap but Wendy keeps it from view.
Wendy: “You waltzed into AMMO, barking that you’re going to be this great defender, this great champion, defending it every week and you fought who? Ginger Knox? Probably the one person who’s lost more matches than Chris Mosh. I would have normally said Emily Falls, but I have to hand it to her, she sticks with it and she impresses me, so I’d rather lift her up. Mosh? Fuck Mosh.
So you fight Ginger Knox and get a victory nobody would have bet against, then hit the poor girl with another Myrrh-driver to make a point to Azzy and I. Though, all you really proved that night was you take pride in beating the weak. You kinda reminded me of me, and I hated it. I wrestled Raven Trueblood to a victory and on we were to Episode Twenty-One.
Which leads us to our triple-threat match and where the wheels fell off for you. All that training with Candi Bratton, all that training with Paul Bunter, and in the end, you were half-dead after being suplexed through the announce table, and a Pilgrim/Defender to Azurine later, and I became the NEW Throwdown Champion.
And damned if you didn’t start sounding like me some more. The anger, the crazed thoughts. I realized I didn’t want to be that way. I also had a championship to raise, and I vowed to myself I would do just that. I carried that championship…”
Wendy picks up the Throwdown Title that was laid out on the couch beside her and held it up to the camera, the strap accidentally slapping her face.
Wendy: “Seems the title itself wants to fight. I carried this title everywhere. Allowed the fans to touch it, some even held it, because I wanted the fans to have that connection to it, to me, to the Maidens. We’re not the bad guys, we just don’t take shit from people.
At Episode Twenty-Two, I showed up to learn who my opponent for Spectacular Two was going to be. I knew it wouldn’t be Gates, even if I were to put my title on the line against him, he’d still beg off because Your Nutless One is afraid of me. I thought maybe it’d be Azurine, seeing as she’s the one I pinned to win the title. Hell, I could have even suggested I be added to the Tyke vs Skrabz match as I’ve fought them both before and both beat Tyke and pushed Skrabz to his limits.
Instead, you show up. Demanding a rematch, which fine. Former champ’s prerogative, so I called you on it. Five minutes or so later and I have you beat. That’s where it should have ended, but we all saw your meltdown and freakouts on social media, so I should’ve expected something outrageous, but not what you said.
You were putting up your hair for my title. I also saw that look of ‘oh shit’ right after your blurted it out. I even tried to make you reconsider by asking if you were sure. The deer in the headlights look said to me you were scared shitless, but your mouth decided to double-down on it. And I don’t back down from a challenge, so you’re damn right I was going to call you on it.”
Wendy leans back against the couch again, smirking and rubbing her forehead.
Wendy: “Like it? I wanted you to truly see what your future will hold after Spectacular Two. You see, just like in the triple threat match, just like at Episode Twenty-Two, you’ll come up short. And why? Because your focus is too narrow and not on the right places. You look at this title as rightfully yours, but you did nothing of worth with it while you had it. I had that same beef with Azurine. The two of you treated this championship like it was a prop, something to have simply to say you had it. Hell, Azzy didn’t want it for the longest time until she wisened up. And by then it was too late. She lost it to you, and you did pretty much the same thing.
While I might be the current holder of the Throwdown Title, and I call it mine, it’s worth more than that. It’s a status symbol, it’s a reflection of the work you put in to get to that level, and a reminder that you can’t take a day off or rest on your laurels because everyone will be gunning for you. Azzy didn’t get it, you didn’t get it, but I do. I watched all my other sisters win and lose gold, and I saw how they carried themselves, carried their titles, and I wanted to be like them.
THEY are the ones I want to emulate. YOU are and became the person I DON’T want to be. I didn’t accept the match to humiliate you, though I will. I accepted to prove to myself, to the fans, to my sisters that I belong in this business. That I’m strong enough to face the adversities that come with this business. And above all else, I accepted this match so I can do what you couldn’t, and that’s defend against real competition.
Yeah, I said it, you’re real competition. When you get your head out of your ass and properly focused, you’re fierce as hell in that ring. You beat the champ that last week beat THE champ. That says a lot about your ability, and I won’t deny you of that. I want the Jansen Myrrh that walked into Rise Again. I want the Jansen Myrrh who fought Candi Bratton and retired her. THAT’S who I want to face. I don’t want the Jansen Myrrh I saw at Episode Twenty-Two, who looked crazed and pathetic. I don’t WANT a five-minute match, I want YOU to fight like this title, and your career, mean something. That’s who I’m training for, her.
I want the woman who beat the Azurine who beat Skrabz. I want to know if she even still exists. Don’t tell me in words, because all you’d be doing is trying to convince yourself, and that’s already the wrong start. If you want to beat me, if you want this title, you’re going to have to step up because you’ve already started to lose yourself. You dropped Paul. You’re calling in favors from Tyke. I know you’re better than that, but I also know you don’t think the same way. I would even go so far to say you don’t even realize you’ve changed. It’s still status quo for you, isn’t it?
You gave up everything you had left when you lost the thing you feel you shouldn’t have. That’s not status quo, that’s a free fall. How long will you fall before you finally start to pull yourself back up? If we had the match right now, it’d be way one-sided. I have every advantage and I wouldn’t even need them and I’d still beat you. So I want you better than that at Spec Two.
I do have one question though.”
Wendy leans forward all the way, revealing what is written on the bald wig Wendy was wearing.
Post by Jansen Myrrh on Sept 6, 2019 15:59:27 GMT -6
EPISODE 22 - September 1 (Magness Arena Locker Room)
I finished my conversation and walked back around to my chosen locker. Having set things in motion, I now needed to turn my attention to tomorrow’s Rose City show. It had been an interesting weekend, with the news being all about that idiot Tyke Index getting arrested for stomping the crap out of that announcer Jan or Jen or whatever her name is. Not that it matters. Tyke Index was ripe for the picking. If he’s not back on the stuff, then he’s just a complete idiot for allowing himself to get put in this position in the first place and I was just so happy to take advantage.
I’ve got all the time in the world to collect on that debt and hopefully at Mile High Spectacular 2, things go as planned in the main event.
“You’re a good friend.”
I smirked as I began to recall those words that Tyke Index had spoken to me earlier in the day. I’m not his friend. I never was. There was definitely a reason why I helped him out. The fact that he owed me was all I really wanted. He will have to pay the piper very very soon.
I hadn’t yet gotten myself put back together after my humiliating defeat at the hands of Zombie tonight, but I got my rematch, despite the cost. I stood up and walked over to the mirror and looked at my hair. I hadn’t had it more than trimmed since I was 7. I knew I was going to have to pull out all the stops at Spectacular 2 if I planned on becoming Throwdown Champion again, as well as keep Zombitch from cutting off my hair.
I was awoken from my trance by my cell phone ringing. Annoyed, I answered,“What?”
“I see. Thanks for doing this. You can consider us even.” One favor repaid. I was told the package would be arriving at some point in the next few weeks.
Everything. Everything was falling into place.
ROSE CITY WRESTLING #34 - Labor Day
Skye and I were scheduled for a tag team match against Ai Moe and Sora Minami. We were killing these bitches when Paul Banter decided to interject himself into the match and get it thrown out. He probably thinks he’s helping us but the fat piece of crap ended up causing me to be put into a triple threat match with those two next month.
Though it was cool to see my partner throw Sam Tolson off a goddamned balcony. Loved it.
But the more and more I think about Banter butting in, it makes my blood boil.
“Fuck you, Paul Banter,” I utter under her breath as I remember his words from a few the day before as he mocked me for putting my hair on the line. “Time to get rid of him once and for all.” I was tired of him lurking around and after Spectacular 2, with my Throwdown Championship over my shoulder, I will do what I should have done weeks ago. I will “Candi Bratton’ Paul Banter for good.
Drove back to my hotel and I slept like a baby. I woke up and had to catch a flight out in the afternoon to Chicago for Izzy’s three day spectacular in the afternoon, which I could only really commit to the first day but that left me time to do what I needed to do while I was here.
PORTLAND, OR - September 3
I hopped in my rental and reached for my phone, and began to type.
“Should be in Denver Friday. We should probably find time to get together and talk.” I hit send.
I set my phone down and started up the car and drove. This was an annual excursion for me though I did miss the day a couple weeks back, it couldn’t be helped.
My phone dinged and I glanced down to see the reply was simply, “Ok.”
I got off the Interstate 5 and made a few turns before arriving at River View Cemetery. I parked and got out of my car. I knew exactly where he was laid to rest. I had been here every year since his passing. Even as a child, I had the date marked on my calendar and would harass my parents until they gave in and brought me.
As I walked up to the tombstone, I gently laid the flowers on the grave and then took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.
“So much has happened in a year, uncle. I’m sure you’d be very proud of me. I got to travel the world when Mile High closed down. Even wrestled in Japan. But I knew it was time to come back when Mile High opened back up. I heard everything you taught me and am trying so hard to follow in your footsteps. But there’s always one obstacle or another in my path but I promise you that in a year’s time, I will be what you were. I will be a World Champion. I have everything almost in place to make it happen and there’s a lot of moving pieces but it’s going to happen. I always said I wanted to be like you, and I promise you that I will be.”
I talked to him for a good hour before saying my goodbyes and I walked back to my car feeling much more confident about my chances than I did when first got there. He always makes me feel so much better.
I drove myself to the airport to catch my flight to Chicago.
IZZY VAN DOREN’S PRO WRESTLING (NIGHT 1) - September 5
I was only scheduled for first of the three nights of IVD’s festival of violence, which was fine by me. I needed to ensure I was healthy and ready for September 15th.
I didn’t win the "Clusterfuck", as she called it, but I put up a pretty good showing, I think. I had a hell of a time, not going to lie. I was in the ring with a goddamned bear. How cool is that? That being said, I had hoped to be in there longer, but hey, I’m not gonna complain about being eliminated by Lisa Seldon.
But now I have nothing on my plate. Time to train, focus and prepare myself.
Me and the Zombitch, one on one for the Throwdown Championship. Except if she wins, she gets to shave my head. Fuck that. Ain’t happening.
I caught a hop from Chicago to Denver in the morning.
DENVER - September 6 I had my meeting. Showed them a t-shirt idea I had which seemed to go over well. I asked about my package since it had been almost a week and was told my package would be here in a couple of weeks. This type of thing took time. I was annoyed but knew it couldn’t be helped. I had hoped the package would arrive by Mile High Spectacular 2, but looks like that won’t be the case.
I’d have to go with Plan B. Or is it C now?
We finished lunch and said our goodbyes and I headed to the gym to get in a much needed workout.
Later that evening, I knew that I needed to cut a promo for the show. When I got back to my room, I set up a camera and thought over a few things I needed to say then I hit record.
PROMO - ON CAMERA
“You know, I’m not going to lie. I made the mistake of challenging you on Sunday. Not the actual challenging part, but the actual underestimating you part. But I’m sure you’re used to that. I naturally assumed that Azurine beat you and I beat her, then science should dictate that I should be able to beat you. Then you beat Azurine in that farce of a three-way and took my title. Have I got it right so far, Zombitch?”
“Sunday, you got lucky. Lucky! Let me say it for you one more time. You got lucky. You got lucky because I really didn’t take you serious. Just like I’m sure Tyke Index didn’t take you serious when you put him in the ground. Just like Gates’ lackey, Cruz will take you lightly on Sunday. Gates should already be in for a rude awakening after his team got their ass beat in seconds last Sunday. But we aren’t here to talk about that asshole.”
“You are far more of a dangerous opponent than I initially thought. After beating Tyke, I have no idea why it isn’t you that’s challenging for the Mile High Championship. Ultimate Championship, I guess now. Who did he beat to get that opportunity? He just walked in and said he wanted a shot and I have to wonder, how many others could just walk in and say they want a title shot with that walking trash rap album Skrabz? Could I? Could you? Fuck, Azurine Vebbins has beaten his weak rhyming ass twice now.”
“The real question on my mind and I’m certain on everyone else’s mind is what the hell has happened to the Shieldmaidens? They used to be the name on everyone’s tongue around here. They used to command respect. People used to fear them. Hell, when I first came to Mile High as a wide eyed rookie, I didn’t dare talk to a Shieldmaiden because I didn’t want to get my ass beat. Guess what? I don’t see one person on the Mile High roster fearing the Shieldmaidens.”
“And then there’s you. I get you now. You got me. You beat me once. Zombitch beat Jansen Myrrh to retain the Throwdown Championship. I’ve had a week to digest, dissect and disassemble what happened on Episode 22. And hell yes, I put my hair on the line. You beat me, you shave my head. That will be your claim to fame. But you need to realize that this stipulation makes me far more dangerous than I was on Sunday. Dangerous. Desperate. Call it what you want. I’m making this fight the most important fight of my career up to this point.”
“The only way you’re shaving my head, Wendy, is if you…”
And just for good measure, I flip the bird as I walk over to disconnect the feed.
Deleted: Hey I read the rules and all that but is maybe someone up to guide me a bit throughout the start of my adventure here? much appriciated
Nov 18, 2019 16:44:14 GMT -6
Bruiser: We have two shows every other week in Ammo and ThrowDown as well as PPV's. The championship system works through a win/loss percentage and you have to have at least 5 matches to go for a title and 10 to go for the top title.
Nov 18, 2019 17:07:22 GMT -6
Bruiser: If there's anything else you need to know, contact Admin
Nov 18, 2019 17:07:52 GMT -6
Admin: I sent you a message
Nov 18, 2019 21:46:04 GMT -6
theefedpodcast: I was bored at work, reading through some fed news, Clicked on the latest Mile High Wrestling Show.... and saw an ad for MY PODCAST!? I LOVE YOU PEOPLE!
Nov 19, 2019 11:17:42 GMT -6
Admin: 💪💯💯 We love the podcast, brudda.
Nov 19, 2019 11:27:00 GMT -6
Nov 26, 2019 15:32:31 GMT -6
Deleted: If I have a secondary character that isn't really going to compete often shall I put them with my main or create a separate profile?
Nov 26, 2019 15:33:18 GMT -6
Jansen Myrrh: If they are going to accompany you to the ring, you can write them in as a manager. If not, you don't really need to list them.
Nov 26, 2019 15:47:03 GMT -6
Deleted: okay. thanks.
Nov 26, 2019 15:56:41 GMT -6
Deleted: Big fan of the results. I've started reading from the first posted show and plan on finishing them all by the weekend. This is some damn good shit.
Dec 23, 2019 10:09:28 GMT -6
Admin: Appreciate that 💪💯💯
Dec 23, 2019 10:45:55 GMT -6
Deleted: Props to the writing crew. These results are blowing me away. Great action, awesome promos, this is the kind of fed everyone should join. #KEGApproved (not like that means anything)
Dec 23, 2019 15:19:50 GMT -6
Deleted: Congrats to the MHW 2019 Award Winners!
Dec 30, 2019 11:17:47 GMT -6
Deleted: HAPPY NEW YEAR, AMIGOS!
Jan 2, 2020 11:29:05 GMT -6
Admin: Happy New Year, brudda 💪💯💯
Jan 2, 2020 11:31:08 GMT -6
theefedpodcast: Hey guys! Stevie and I are excited to play the game with everyone here!
Jan 9, 2020 7:12:24 GMT -6
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: My Twitter is locked for some reason. So if I'm not active, that's why.
Jan 13, 2020 12:50:08 GMT -6