Savage Sports Stories Day 12

12.


"Son you have a cracked rib."

"Not a shock. Bruise on my side was a big hint."

"Now listen here. I can't force you but you should forfeit that belt and take some time off. Been a doctor for this promotion since it started and no wrestler has ever voluntarily taken time off. As long as they can stand and walk they'll be in the ring."

"The pay per view is coming up can I do anything?"

"Well for one thing you can take the next few days off and rest. That DEATHcore belt is barely legal and it has not been thirty days since your last defense. I'm writing a prescription for some Loritab."

"I don't like pills."

"You don't have to become a addict. just take one when the pain gets to be too much."

"Okay I'll do that."

"One more thing. Ike Simmons got five of his ribs broken and refused to take time off. That did not make him any extra money and cost him the W*RE Planetary Belt. He is a better wrestler than you will ever be. Give it some thought."

Yeah how can I not think about that. I'm the reason his ribs were broken. That R*PPED after Royal Flush I was furious. Even if I was determined not to quit I could not let Ike Simmons get away with it. I was going to make him pay. I did not know how. But had to try. I get ready to hit the ring and I'm stopped by King Behemoth.

"THINK!!!!"

"About what. I don't care if he hurts me. Besides you were the one who is always going on about me fighting back."

"Not like this you're not ready for him. You will never be ready. He's God and you're a bug. You can't get revenge against god. Know your place."

I can't even look King Behemoth in the eyes. I look at a monitor and Ike Simmons is confronting his next challenger Martin "Motor Man" Morris.

I hit the ring and jump on his back and start hitting him. He slings me over like i'm nothing. Now he is stomping me in the ribs. I poke him in the eye and try to do the Overkiller but he won't move. He slings me to the ground. Starts dropping forearms across my face. I'm still beat up from Royal Flush so hard to fight back.

He tosses me over the top rope and he starts to celebrate. Before he can climb the turnbuckle I dropkick him in the back. I go for the Overbulldog but he stops me and throws me across the ring. He is banging my head into the mat.


"If you want me to Ike Break his neck. Gimme a big old LIKE!!!!"

"WE LIKE IKE!!!!!! WE LIKE IKE!!!!!"

CRACK!!! He hit the Ike Breaker on me. His music started. He gives me a second Ike Breaker. Think he is leaving but he just grabbed a chair. WHAM!!! right across my back. He hits me over and over with the chair. He props me up in the corner and sets the chair up.

"It's time this dog got put down, what do you say!!!!!"

"We like Ike!!!! we like Ike!!!!!"

My life is about to end and nothing. Before I go under I see king Behemoth get in the ring. This was my fight, gotta stay awake to see how this ends. Ike flips King B off. They are fighting now. Just see a flurry of punches. Ike tries to clothesline him But King Behemoth presses Ike Simmons over his head and drops him across the steel chair rib first.


Never heard anybody scream like that. Ike Simmons is coughing up blood. C'mon King that's enough. Never seen King Behemoth with such a sadistic look. Using all his weight he drops the chair across the left side of Ike Simmons body. Security swarmed King while the paramedics helped Ike. I just crawled away.

Ike had a bunch of broken ribs. King was fined a lot of money. Martin Morris demanded Ike forfeit the belt the next week. Ike Simmons refused and fought Morris right there. But he was too hurt and and Martin Morris won his first W*RE Planetary championship.


"Overdog??? Overdog???? Are you paying attention?"

"Oh yeah sorry Dr.James."


Yeah I understand. I am a loser and this belt is worthless. But if Bingwen,The Warden, Murder Ranger or SAWdust want it they are going to have to kill me first.

Savage Sports Stories Day 11

11.

Last few days have been great. Spent every waking second with Piston Rhonda. She likes all the things I do. She thinks Ninja Gaiden is clearly better than Ninja Gaiden 2. She even has a Gameboy and plays Pokemon. The Tribe has not exactly taken me in, they refuse to talk to me, except Combo and Rhonda. The hangers on seem mad they did not get my spot.

I have been working out with Combo and it has really sharpened my game. He is an amazing athlete.


At R*PPED Diamond Phil tells us we are wrestling the House of Bleach. I'm nervous about this for a few reasons. I want to impress the Tribe and this is my first direct encounter with Bingwen. Also I'm still scared of Bleached Evil.

We are at the entrance getting ready when Combo says

"Yo man listen relax. All you are here for is to fill up space. Keep the Fire Rat off our backs. I do my magic and hit the T.CLAY.O on that translucent pussy and we are done. Have a FISTERaid."

Now the Tribe's music hits. It is this hip hop sounding song. I am trying to look like I belong, but I get lost in the entourage. Rhonda grabs my hand and pulls me forward and I feel okay.

The Eagle screeches. which signals the House Of Bleach. Coming out to this Techno song. Bleached Evil is in the middle (with Donna Weed holding on to him) wearing the Hemisphere belt.

Bingwen has a executioners hood over his face, walking to the ring stiffly. Johnny Cocaine and Ron Dynabul are gigged out and run to the ring. The fight has started. It is a chaotic scene with the entourage joining in. Bleached Evil is casually fighting his way thru them. This feels wrong, I don't want to wrestle like this.


Arrrghhhhh!!!!! Bingwen grabs me from behind and is choking me with his sash. Just as I am on the verge of fading out the referee restores order.

Tag team wrestling is different than singles wrestling and an eight man tag is different than a regular tag match.


Match starts with Combo Clay and Bleached Evil going at it. Combo is smaller than Bleached Evil. But he is such a skilled fighter, it doesn't matter. Having two hundred and forty pounds of solid muscle helps. Combo's hand being broke is not as big a deterrent as you might think. He is as good with his left as he is with his right. After a flurry of hits from Combo,

Bleached Evil tags in Ron Dynabul. Combo decides to tag in F-Type. Dynabul dares F-Type to kick him. F-Type does only for Dynabul to block and take F-Type's head off with a clothesline. F-Type scrambles to tag in Jerome Ravage.

So now Dynabul and Ravage are staring each other down. Ravage has a bit of a gut hanging over his boxing trunks, but it is not quite fat. Ravage punches Dynabul in the gut and he goes down. Dynabul tags in Johnny Cocaine. Johnny Cocaine ducks a clothesline and hits a running dropkick on Ravage. He follows it with a swinging neck breaker, following up with a fist drop.


TAG.... Oh wait I'm in the match now. Johnny Cocaine charges me and I hit a basic hip toss. This guy is so wired he can't think straight, so I can handle him. Comes at me again and I hit a drop toehold and shift it into a headlock. Pepper him with a few left hands. Johnny powers out and tags in ....... Bleached Evil.

He is laughing at me. I run at him and he boots me in the head. Gotta get up. Not sure where I am. Ears are ringing. He hits me with a powerbomb. Can't breathe, this is it. He throws me into my corner. Treated me like I was not worth pinning.

Trying to get it together on the apron. Hard to pay attention to the match. I feel it again.

TAG.... I get in and I see Bingwen. His face is painted yellow tonight. He goes for a fast kick and I duck, he tries another and tags me behind the ear. I try to hip toss him and he lands on his feet and thrust kicks me in the face. In some ways Bingwen is harder to fight than the big guys. My only advantage over guys like Bleached Evil is speed. Bingwen is faster and probably stronger than me. Not to mention having better technique.

He catches me with another kick and I realize what I do better than him. Before I can try my idea. Piston Rhonda grabs Bingwen's foot. Donna Weed just jumped on her back and they are fighting on the floor. This is terrible, I can't let Rhonda get hurt, but I can't hit Roxi. Gotta separate them. Everybody is in the ring fighting. Now we are back where we started. I separate Donna and Rhonda and everybody is booing.

People must not like to see girls fight.


BAM!!!!!!

Black out after Bingwen dropkicks me in the back of the head at full speed. Look over and Combo Clay is furious.


"What the hell is wrong with you!!!! We lost the damn match. I put my neck on the line for you with my people!!!!!"

"I'm sorry I was just trying...."

"What to win points with Piston Rhonda? She doesn't care about you. She cares about what is best for me and my tribe. At the time that was trying to bring the Deathcore championship into the Tribe without actually having to win the damn thing."

"Hey wait a sec...."

Combo hit me in the gut with his cast. Feel like I'm going to puke. F-Type kicks me in the head.

"I told you he was a loser."

Savage Sports Stories Day 10

10.

"No you listen to me you rice eating MOTHER FUCKER!!!!! I was the god damn Omniversal Champion for three fucking years!!!! So don't you tell me what being a champion is about!!!!! I will defend the fucking belt against whatever gook you find and I'll kick his fucking ass!!!!! Oh does me sayin gook offend you. GOOK....GOOK...GOOK!!!! If you bother me again on my day off, I'll bury your rinky dink belt so far in the earth you'll have to get your fat ugly wife to sniff it out!!!!"

Slammed the phone down. The nerve of that bastard to tell me I have to defend the VWL belt. I'm Sergent Sargent. I beat Tyranos the Titan. I broke attendance records. My toys were so popular, moms got trampled trying to buy em for their kids.

I don't have to worry about this scene much longer anyway. I'll be back in America with an eager young protege. Took what was left of my savings to get an airline ticket and a ticket to that Valley of the Brawls show. Jesus who names these things. What happened to just plain wrestling at the Garden or the Omni or wherever it was I wrestled.

Get up outta this chair and god my knee is still killing me. That cheating little shit, Lightning Lord. That hold fucked my knee but good.

"YO ARMY!!!!!"

"Yeah what is it Richie."

"God Damn it Army, I told you not to call me that."

"And I told you to stop casually saying gook."

"Yeah yeah whatever ya fat gook. My knee is fucking killing me. Need you to pull it back into place."

"Man Rich I'm telling you, that is doing serious damage to your knee. You need to get surgery."

"I can't get surgery right now. I gotta be mobile if I want to get back into the big time."

"Are you sure this will even work? Just because he was in the Sergent Sargent Horse Power fan club don't mean he will make you his trainer."

"You leave that to me Army. Trust me, this will work."

Arrrggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! One Man Army is wrenching my leg back into place and it is agony. Yeah I know what you are thinking. Why is Sergent Sargent best pals with his arch enemy?

Well number one, you shut the fuck up and show me respect and number two he ain't my best pal. Turns out in NAM, I shot his mom or brother or favorite goat. Whatever I had a mission. Anyway he saw me wrestling on TEE VEE a little after I started going by Sergent Sargent. He cuts his hair into a mohawk and called himself the One Man Army.

I'm wrestling in this TV studio in Memphis Tennessee, beating up some loser who works at a chicken plant during the week. Well I'm beating on him and having fun when I'm attacked. At first I think it is a fan, but this guy hits way too hard to be a fan. He takes out a spike and carves me up. I am bleeding like a stuck pig. We set an attendance record at the Mid South Coliseum.

I thought that was the end of it. But I'm wrestling in LA and beating up some nobody who delivers pizzas and I'm attacked again. It's that fat gook with the mohawk. Before he can carve me up this time. I punch him in the throat and cut him with my bayonet. Well we feud for over six months. We have every kinda match. Straps, cages, ladders, chains. You name it and we fought in it. But I beat him in the final cage match. set a record at the Cow palace in San Francisco. I'm thinking that is finally the end of the One Man Army. But two years later he attacks me when I'm Omniversal champion.

Well you can see the pattern. He hates me and I hate him. Well I hate everybody but he got near the top of the list.

Then one night in 92. I beat him in this shithole armory in Pennsylvania. Our plane was delayed. We somehow start talking. I mean really talking. I get the sob story about his dad ditching him in his hut. But then I find out he was drafted into the Vietcong army. That he hated the military as much as I do. Not that I like the son of a bitch. Anyway soon enough the promoters stopped booking me in the States and Japan. Army said there was lots of money to be made in Vietnam. Been here ever since.

"There Richie it should hold a bit longer. You need to see a doctor."

"Yeah and you need to lose some weight. I need some more pills. Booze ain't cutting it."

RIIINNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!

Well who the fuck is that?

"Hello, oh yeah, listen I'm sorry about earlier, that is a terrible term to use. You folks have been so good to me, I dunno what I was thinking. Yeah book the baseball stadium. You know I'll be there. Tell your wife I said hello."

"Hey Army forget the pills. Go get some shovels."

Savage Sports Stories Day 9

9.

A Tribe Called FIST? Why would they want to meet me. Well I have an idea why. I wrestled all three members of a Tribe Called Fist over the years. They are

F-Type: He is supposed to be a famous kickboxer. I looked him up online and he has a good record and won a belt or two. Rumor has it his career was cut short after a fight in Thailand. He claimed the Thai champ was taking cheapshots. In the second round he hid a needle in his glove and really messed the Thai champ up. Combo Clay got him signed to W*RE. Guy is not much of a wrestler. I had him on the ropes using basic wrestling. Then he started laying in the punches and kicks. He knocked me unconcious with the first kick.

Jerome "Journeyman" Ravage: I dunno much about him. He is more the mascot for the group. I know he was a journeyman boxer. Again not much of a wrestler. But he is so strong he is hard to beat.With him a bodyslam is a potential finisher. I could out wrestle him, but one punch to the jaw and I was out.


Combo Clay is the undisputed Chief of the Tribe. He is a multi sport athlete. He has won the golden gloves and was a NCAA wrestling champion. Not to mention playing football and baseball. He was banned from pro boxing after he punched a guy below the belt and suplexed him over the top rope. So he turned up in pro wrestling.

He is a former West Coast Heritage and Hemisphere champion. He traded the Hemisphere with Bleached Evil over a two week period. Those were some exciting matches. All the boys would gather around the entrance to watch them. Clay could toss around Evil with ease. One night he actually knocked him out with a left hand. Bleached Evil filed a protest and the decision was overturned.

Bleached Evil won the rubber match at Royal Flush. In the process he also broke Clay's hand with a steel chair and ring steps.

They have a cheerleader named Piston Rhonda. She is the only woman ever banned from Foxy Boxing and jello wrestling.

I'm at the dressing room of A Tribe Called FIST. These huge guys in track suits, are standing in front of me. I show them the note and they let me pass.

Another thing about the Tribe is, they have lots of hangers on. Room is filled with guys wearing the Black, gold and Red tracksuits.

"What a cute puppy."

There she is Piston Rhonda, she has this red and black cheerleader outfit on. She has dark hair and big brown eyes. Okay I have a crush on her and she makes me really nervous. I think she knows, because she makes a point to talk to me and rub my shoulders. I tried not to think about it. But with Janet gone, it is inviting.

"Rhonda get your hands off my guest!!!"

It's Combo Clay himself.

"Uh sir I got this letter from you."

"Yeah yeah, Overdog good to see you. Congrats on winning the Deathcore belt. Looks good on you. Here have some FisterAid. Its an energy drink I am endorsing."

Stuff is kinda beige looking. Don't wanna be rude and I am thirsty. So I'll take a sup. HOLY!!!! Wow that is tart. I feel like I just ate a lemon filled with sugar. I finish it off in two glugs.

"Yeah good to see you like it. You got any idea why you are here?"

God I want another Fisteraid. I could drink an entire case.

"I figure something about Bleached Evil."

"You are pretty sharp Overdog. Hey you want another Fister. You polished off the first one fast."

Oh god yes. I chug this one down.

Then F-Type speaks up

"Look we do not need this loser. The three of us get along just fine."

"Look The House of Bleach use to only be three guys. Now they got that rat guy and last time we mixed it up, he kicked your head in."

"Man I told you he hit me with that purple mist. He never could of clocked me any other way."

"Yeah well, he isn't gonna stop using the mist. We need a fourth man."

"But I told you I can load up the stinger."

"And I told you to stop using the damn stinger. They are ready to suspend your ass and I am tired of paying fines out of pocket."

Watching them go back and forth, I notice Jerome Ravage has not said one word. I also notice he is glaring at me. I need to speak up.

"Um Mr.Clay can't you make one of these other guys your forth man."

"No no these guys can't hang with the House of Bleach. Most of these guys are friends and well wishers. I hook them up with some steady play and they run interference or deal with my needs. The rest are students who are not ready to enter a pro sports environment. We want you to be our forth man. We know you want to get back at that Fire Rat guy."

"His name is Bingwen and I want to help him."

"Yeah whatever, look you help us out and there are things we can do for you. Things you never thought of."

I feel someone grab my hand. It's Piston Rhonda.

Savage Sports Stories Day 8

8.

After the match with SAWdust I am wiped. The Deathcore schedule is brutal. Between Murder Ranger, Warden and SAWdust I get no rest. These guys attack me in the ring, parking lot, locker room and motel. Janet swore she had seen somebody matching SAWdust description, lurking around the apartment complex.

Speaking of Janet, things have been better. She went ballistic when she saw me come home with the Deathcore title. We fought for three days about it. She wanted me to forfeit the belt and I refused. Before that, she had been distant and moody. I ask her what is going on and she says she needs space. I'm on the road five days a week. So that confuses me.

Anyway wasted enough time thinking about her. This thing with Bingwen and Bleached Evil is scary. Bleached Evil has been Hemisphere champion for eight months now. Not counting the period him and Combo Clay traded the belt four times in a month. Bleached Evil has dominated the competition. Both with his size and quickness. But also by having dedicated followers. Followers like

The tag team "Freefall" Johnny Cocaine and Ron Dynabul with their valet Donna Weed. Before meeting Bleached Evil they were lower on the card than me. My first win as Overdog was against Johnny Cocaine. He was Jonathon Summers then, a British wrestler with a smiley face sun on his trunks. Really good technician, but I beat him with the Overbulldog.

Then there was Ron Dynabull. He was another British wrestler named Strong Davis. When I wrestled him he was fifty pounds lighter than he is now. He was still a good bit bigger than me, but I got the better of him. I was a lot faster and pinned him with a victory roll.

A little bit after that match, Strong had his run in with the debuting Bleached Evil. Evil took him apart. After pinning him with the Bleach Blast, he shoved Strong Davis in a body bag and carried him off. A few weeks later he appeared as Ron Dynabul . He brutalized Jonathon Summers in a match on T*RN. Weeks later Summers had transformed into Johnny Cocaine. I did not even recognize him, til Scissor Mask pointed it out.

I don't know where Donna Weed came from. She is way too small and tiny to be a lady wrestler. But she follows Bleached Evil every where. She is willing to fight anybody for him. I remember when Cocaine and Dynabull wrestled DinoWAR. The Dinos valet Alosaur powerbombed her on the floor. It looked she was broke in half, but Roxi kept trying to get up.

As for Bleached Evil. I saw pictures of him wrestling in Japan in PWEYE. Called himself Opium X. He defeated Komodo Wizard for the WHY Heavyweight title. Legend has it X had developed an immunity to poison mist. So when Komodo spit the black mist in his face. Opium X simply hit him with the Poppi gun and pinned him.

He kept the WHY Belt for a long time. Til he lost it to King Behemoth at the Tokyo Dome. King even ripped his mask off. To this day Bleached Evil swears he was never Opium X. Pointing out that Opium X still works in Japan and WAVE. I asked King Behemoth about that a few weeks ago. Normally King B ignores me or says something mean when I ask him a question. But here he gave me a straight answer.

"I dunno about before that match or after. But that day at the Tokyo Dome, it was Bleached Evil under the hood. NOW GET THE HELL OUT!!!!"

He sure is grouchy using the bathroom.

Ready To leave the arena when a guy wearing a black tracksuit walks up and hands me a note.

"Your presence is requested by a Tribe Called Fist."

Savage Sports Stories Day 7

7.

This little maggot sure can take a beating. Called one of my boys in the states and he hooked me up with as much information on this Overdog as he could. Wrestled as a curtain jerker for years, then started working under a hood calling himself the Overdog. What the fuck is a Overdog?

Going by his record a loser. But man he sure can take a beating. He must have wrestled King Behemoth twenty times. I wrestled that fat fuck three times and that was enough for me. Hell I remember the promoter giving me a choice of defending against Behemoth at the Orange Bowl show or this new guy named Ransom Fortune.

I remember Behemoth beat Fortune pretty handily at a show in LA, so I figured I would just stomp that guitar playing fruit and deal with King Behemoth later.

Too bad I didn't know Ransom Fortune was a double crossing queer. Lost my belt that night and everything went down hill. Could not get a fair rematch if my life depended on it. Yeah all down hill.......


Can't believe that fossil the Masked Confederate is still around. That old fucker was ancient, when he cheated me out of my wrecker mask. This Overdog does not do anything well. Not very fast or strong or even much technique. But he has got something alright. He's tough, he keeps trying to get up no matter how much he gets beaten on. Even when that black Sasquatch was trying to kill him. He kept getting up. Reminds me of my feud with Tyranos the Titan. That bastard was even bigger than that Monolith guy. Lot faster too. He was determined to take the Omniversal title from me.


We had a three match series in Madison Square Garden. First match was a count out. He threw me around like I was a rag doll. I couldn't do anything to slow him down. I try to hit him with the Bayonet tackle and somehow I hit the referee by accident. Wouldn't you know it, I got disqualified all over an accident.

So we met again a month later. Things are not going much better. He is killing me with suplexes and slams. We are outside the ring and I clamp on the Sargelock. Oh I got it locked on good. But he is so big and strong he is carrying me around. Right when he smashes my body into the turnbuckle the bell rings. We both got counted out and I kept my belt.

So here it is me vs that big bastard in a cage. Well this time ole Sarge ain't playing around. I go right after his eyes and hit low blows whenever I can. All those people were cheering me, like I had returned from the grave. But Titan was tough and came back a swinging. He busted my nose, split my lip and blacked both my eyes. Next day I was a walking welt. But I'm the best and I found a way to win.

Nobody knew this but I had an ether rag. I made it look like it was just to towel me off. Had to be real careful. I play possum and when he goes to finish me, I lock on the Sargelock and put the rag on him. He fights like an animal, but it doesn't matter. I knocked out the unbeatable Titan.

That night I met the toy company that made the wizard cartoon, or was it about a dog pound. Anyway I became a legend off of that series of matches.


So this Overdog managed to win a battle royal. Looks like he played possum, after everybody threw out Behemoth. Kid is petty shrewd.

Look at him beat that fat piece of shit with that chair. That is fucking great. Kid is a psycho. Yeah I can work with this.

British Bulldog vs Eddy Guerrero

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I remember watching this match back in 2000. I was happy to see Bulldog back on TV. He had been out for awhile. I really thought he was going to win the European title here. Instead it was a double count out and this was the last time Bulldog was seen in a large wrestling promotion.

Bulldog looks better than he did months before.

Savage Sports Stories Day 6

6.

Bell just rang and I think I'm in a four way dance of death. Two kinds of four way matches.

1.Sudden death, first guy to pin somebody wins.

2. Elimination you have to eliminate everybody.

First guy running down the ramp is the Warden. Big black guy. Dresses like a Sheriff and carries a gavel. Never really got how that makes him a Warden. Been too scared to ask. I lunge at him and he hits me in the gut with that gavel. Try to get up and he kicks me in the head. I hit him in the stomach and it hardly bothers him. He knees me in the gut and suplexes me on the ramp. Before he can pin me, Murder Ranger jumps over the guardrail and clotheslines him.

I need to do something, but before I can act, I get kicked in the head again and I'm back on the ground. It's SAWdust. He tosses me into the ring. Now he is tossing different weapons into the ring. He is trying to slide  a table in. I take the chance and dropkick the table into his face. This got a good response from the fans. I'm about to hold my arms up and celebrate when I get dropped on my head. Its Murder Ranger. He picks me up and suplexes me. Now he is dropping elbow after elbow on to my chest. Flak jacket is absorbing some of the blows, but not enough.

That's right, I do have my flak jacket. He picks me up and HONK!!!!!!!! I blow the air horn in his face. That confuses him for a few seconds. I slide under his legs, only to get hit with a spinebuster by the Warden. He goes to pin me and SAWdust breaks a wooden pallet over his head. Speaking of SAWdust, he got that table set up in the corner. He props me up against it. Before he can do anything, Murder Ranger cracks his skull with a steel chair.

Oh no Murder Ranger just spotted me. He charges, I take the silly foam out of the jacket and spray it on the mat. Murder Ranger just slipped on it and I duck before he goes thru the table. I pin him 1....2...3!!!!!

I did it?? I won?? I'm still the Deathcore champion. As I see SAWdust and the Warden get up I wondered if that was a good thing.

Savage Sports Stories Day 5

5.

My first title defense against Skull-1 taught me something. I am not properly equiped to be Deathcore champion. But I am not a fan of swinging chairs and even my mentor Tiny Woods, would never approve of barbwire. So I had to start thinking of weapons that would fit me. First thing I bought was a flak jacket. It would provide at least a little protection from barbwire and I could load it with weapons. I filled it with things like powder for blinding guys briefly, salt for blinding guys longer, rope for tieing up a guys legs and a net. I have a few other goodies, that I'm saving for other occasions.

My match with SAWdust really put me thru the wringer. Another thing I learned fast was being in this division puts a target on your back. That first night as I was walking to my car, I was jumped by SAWdust, Murder Ranger and the Warden. They beat me the poop outta me and locked me in the trunk. I woulda been there all night, if Bantam had not found me and unlocked it. He did not make any small talk. At least I get why they are avoiding me. Nobody wants to be around the Deathcore psychos. If I had thought about it, I would remember I was the same way. Not like I helped Johnny J when the Murder Ranger was mauling him.

The next week at R*PPED those three approach me again. This time I pick up a table leg I found. They just laugh and tell me that was my initiation. I laugh with them, until I thumb Murder Ranger in the eye, kneed Warden in the groin, then threw him into SAWdust and took off running.

I thought I lost them before I realize I just ran thru the curtain that leads to the ring and the bell just rang. Uh oh my second title defense had started.

Savage Sports Stories Day 4

4.


I'm in this garbage dump of a motel in Vietnam. I pretty much live in this fucking country now. Ain't that funny. Sergent Sargent famous slayer of commies, forced to wrestle for pennies in Vietcong wrestling leagues. Oh brother do they hate me. But for good reason, because I beat every gook they throw in front of me. Like tonight I beat this guy called Lightning Lord in front of 5,000 rice eaters. Pretty big crowd for one of these leagues. Nothing compared to my hay day. Hell I remember back in 78, me and that old cracker Confederate drew 15,000 to some football stadium. Of course that old fucker tossed a fireball in my face to beat me. I lost my Wrecker mask that day. But that old creep did me a favor. Within a year or two I beat Ron Neighbors for the WAVE Omniversal Championship. A year after that I started doing that horse cartoon or helicopters hell I can't remember. I just know the dough was rolling in.

Well that was a long fucking time ago. Now I can't get work in North America or Japan. You miss one or two dates and try to drown a promoter and you're "Unreliable". So I wrestle in Vietnam. I have a collection of their title belts. The Vietnam Wrestling League , The Wrestling League Vietnam and League of Vietnam wrestling titles.

So anyway this Lightning Lord was the next hot thing.They put everything in the great yellow hope to beat evil old Sergent Sargent. But I feigned fear. I made him run a gauntlet of all the top contenders. Hell he even beat One Man Army. OMA usually stops these upstarts cold.

We get to our big match and I kick his yellow head in. It was fun seeing all those little maggots lose hope as I beat the hell out of their hero. Felt great even if he did mess my knee up, with one of those new style submission holds. I kicked him in the face to get out of it and wrenched my knee out of place to do it. Then I hit my Bayonet tackle for the win.

Laying in bed and what do you know Wrestling is on. its that W*RE promotion. I remember that Johansen jerk trying to get me to jump with him. Who was he kidding no guaranteed money and I would have to wrestle guys like Brent Stone and the N-Bomber. Nope I just stayed in WAVE. Would still be there if Ransom Fortune would have gave me a fair chance. Instead he went crying to the board because I tried to stab him with a bayonet.


So now I see this skinny wimp in a dog mask and he has a fucking belt!!!

Mark Chambers: Overdog last week you won your first title. This week you defended it successfully against Skull-1. How are you feeling.

Overdog: Well Mr.Chambers I'm happy to be a champion. But i'm not happy to of been attacked by Bingwen and Bleached Evil after the match. I wish I knew what happened to my friend.

Mark Chambers: I just recived word you will defend that title at Valley of the Brawls against "The Fire Rat" Bingwen.

Overdog: What uh oh geez. This is uh not um.....

Mark Chambers: Well one thing before you go. We have been getting more letters asking about you. Tell us who are some of your wrestling heroes.

Overdog: Well obviously I was a Ransom Fortune fan and Desecration was my favorite tag team. But my hero was Sergent Sargent. He was a true American hero and I hope I can be half the wrestler he was.

Mark Chambers: Oh wow Sergent Sargent. That is uh great.... REMEMBER VALLEY OF THE BRAWLS DEATHCORE TITLE FIRE RAT VS OVERDOG!!!! We will be right back....

Well well looks like Sarge is going back home sooner than he thought.

Savage Sports Stories Day 3

3.
Well my happiness was short lived. Should of known something was wrong when I got to the back and nobody was waiting for me. I put the belt around my wais,t which actually hurt since the strap is wrapped in barbwire. I'm too happy to notice. I find The World Famous Psycho Chickens in their dressing room. They seem to be acting odd, even for the Psycho Chickens.

"Bantam check it out, I'm the DEATHcore champion!!! I finally have a belt."

"Yeah um look Overdog. That's great but me and Rooster have to go. We need uh you know fresh seed and uh all that."

They both take off fast. Well Rooster started pecking at the wall before Bantam pulled him away.

I see Bingwen hanging out with his new buddy, the Hemisphere champion Bleached Evil. I have avoided Bingwen since the episode of R*PPED after the ppv. We were involved in a non title match with new Planetary Tag Champions X-ILE and Scissor Mask. We had Scissor Mask set up for this move we had been working on. I hold Scissor Mask for the the Overkiller, then Bingwen would hit a running dropkick on him. Instead he nearly knocks me out. I ask him why he did that, but he starts talking in Chinese. I know he can speak perfect English, but he will not talk to me.


I look over and Bingwen is wearing these red leather pants that look like part of a karate gi. His face is painted blue. But no real pattern. Looks like he just smeared paint all over his face. His hair looks like it has not been combed in weeks. Next to him is Bleached Evil. The guy stands six foot six and close to 300 pounds. His hair is fried and he is wearing black lip stick.

"Bingwen look I won a belt!!! Isn't this great? I know you are bound to get another shot at the Underweight belt, once the Great Karaoke turns up again."

He just looks at me.

"I was thinking we could go celebrate. I just got my bonus check for Royal Flush."

He keeps staring at me.

Finally, Bleached Evil decides to speak.

"Look Gregory I think my friend does not like you very much. Perhaps all of your selfishness and greed pushed him away. That belt seems to be a very ill fit for you. Clearly I have no use for it. But I think their is one member of the House of Bleach (that is what Bleached Evil calls his followers) who would make a better champion."

"Hey I don't know what you have done to Bingwen, but I'm no....."

Bleached Evil had me by the throat and threw me into the wall.

"I can do what I want to you. I'm not some pathetic never was like Scissor Mask and I am surely not some fat slug like Violator. In fact I think I'll show you what I am...."

He put more pressure on me. Felt like I was changing colors.


"THAT'S ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It was King Behemoth in full wrestling gear.

Bleached Evil lets go of me right away.

"Your Majesty this does not concern you. This is a matter for my house."

"Yeah well I made it my business. You wanna kill Overdog I could care less, but you better keep it in the ring."

"Very well, you are the king."

King B lifts me up by the back of my neck.

"Cough th thanks...."

Now King Behemoth is looking at me.

"Look King I wo....:"

"I can see what you won boy. I hope you understand what you "won"."

I had no idea,

Savage Sports Stories Day 2

All copyrights belong to Victor Rodgers


2.

The story of a metal folding chair winning a professional wrestling championship starts with an elderly referee. His name was Barty Thompkins. He was the oldest referee in sports and was once Wisconsin Junior Heavyweight Champion in 1948 and again in 1957. He then became a referee for the Johansen family's Championship Wrestling From Utah. He has worked for Mr.Johansen ever since. Nobody knows how old Barty is. He was the only referee used in DEATHcore matches. Because he's so loved, nobody would dare hit him, not even psycho's like Murder Ranger. Royal Flush was going to be his last night. Mr.Johansen bought him a house in Florida and everything.

Now besides Mr.Johansen loving Barty so much. The boys all agreed that his mind was not what it use to be. He was calling for DQ's for no reason and forgetting who was who.

I was unconscious while Murder Ranger defended the DEATHcore belt against The Warden. But I watched a tape of it the following Tuesday. It was a brutal match. Warden was about to hit a power bomb when Murder Ranger cracked him over the head with a chair mid move. Ranger jumped on top of Warden for the win.

Or so he thought, because Barty announced the chair was the winner. Now this was a mess. Murder Ranger took the chair and belt til things were sorted out legally. In W*RE a referee's word is final and since the DEATHcore title is not quite an official title the ruling stood. But they did make something called the Barty rule to keep it from happening again.

Well something else happened that Tuesday night. The Screaming Cowboy Johnny.J.Daniels stole the chair and belt, then declared he was the chair's manager. That mostly meant he wore the belt and hit guys with it in title defenses. He was also refusing to defend it against any top contenders. He would bring in local wrestlers and just beat the tar out of them with the chair. Well the W*RE board of directors had enough of Johnny J and his metal folding client. They told him his next defense had to be against a member of the W*RE roster. I remember Johnny J coming up to me.

"Hey Overdog what day is it?"

"Johnny its Tues...."

"Partner it is yo lucky day."

"???"

"You are gonna get yo second title match!!!! My client personally selected you!!!"

"That's just a folding chair."

"Yeah but he is the W*RE Deathcore champion and you don't have to worry about Ike Simmons!!!!"

"Well Ike Simmons had his ribs broken by King Behemoth."

"Look just take the damn match....."

I knew why Johnny J wanted to wrestle me and I was ready for him. Even if he is bigger, the Screaming Cowboy is not as experienced as me. His dad was a promoter in Texas. Mr.Johansen signed him to W*RE as a favor to Johnny's dad. Or that is what the older wrestlers told me.

I was on fire that night. Just wrestling circles around Johnny J. The problem was I could not pin him. I had to pin the chair. But every time I tried, Johnny J stopped me. Johnny J is a big guy, who looks like Jethro Bodine.

Well he finally got his hands on me and hit some really basic slams and suplexes. But he could not finish me off. So he takes out the chair and is about to clobber me. I am not as groggy as he thinks I am. He rears back to hit me and I duck at the last second.

The chair bounces off the rope and hits Johnny J right in the face. Causing him to scream. I jump on him and the chair 1.....2.....3!!!!!! I did it I won my first championship!!!!! I'm running around the ring, high fiving everybody. I run up and give Mark Chambers (The W*RE announcer) a big hug he starts talking about what this means for Valley of the Brawls. I do a few more victory laps holding the Deathcore belt. This is the greatest night of my life!!!!!

Savage Sports Stories Day 1

All copyrights belong to Victor Rodgers

Introduction by Matt D

Sequels are a funny thing. The branches of pop culture that I tend to enjoy the most are ones where serialized storytelling is king. There's an artistic integrity to telling a story with a beginning, middle, and end and then never returning to it, but that seems so limiting to me, so small. Whenever an author develops a work of fiction, he creates an entire reality populated by millions of characters, even if the reader only encounters a small handful of them. There's always more to explore. Maybe because that mindset, I also feel like a sequel should intrinsically be better than the work it follows. Oh, plenty of people tend to look at the initial work as natural and organic and the sequel as artificial and tacked on, but experience writing and experience with developing the characters and the world should make the product richer, not shallower. The reader already has a connection to the world and the entities that inhabit it. Less time needs to be spent introducing basic characters and basic ideas. A greater complexity can be reached for, and reached for by someone who has grasped a number of hard-learned lessons from the initial work. Vic's second take on Overdog and his world is an excellent example of this ideal.

If you followed the first story, you'll notice the improvement right away. Pacing, characterization, description. It's all improved. That's not a knock on the first story either; there's more confidence and experience here and it shows. It's also a more complicated story with a second viewpoint and interlocking narratives... and not just any second view point either, but that of a character diametrically opposite to Overdog, giving the reader a very different reflection upon this mixed-up world of pro wrestling. As earnest as Overdog is, Sergent Sargent is the sum of his experiences, possessing a dark, jaded even bigoted look at the world around him that comes out distinctly in his thoughts and language.

In this tale, Overdog learns to watch what one wishes for. He wanted a title so badly, but the W*RE Deathcore title and the dangerous individuals it attracts isn't the sort of championship you'd wish on your worst enemy, and Sergent Sargent, a grizzled veteran who will do anything at all to get his one last shot, isn't the sort of mentor you'd wish on anyone at all. On top of this, he's pushed to his good-hearted limit by the scarred misfits, all too familiar mutant fans and double-talking owner of Combat Collective Wrestling. Forget about the belt. It's enough to make you wonder if he's going to escape with his soul intact... and maybe, possibly if Sergent Sargent might somehow regain his.

While you don't need to have read the first story, it does help. If you haven't done so, I suggest heading off and doing it now in preparation. Either way, get ready to jump on in because Vic's outdone himself this time.



DISCLAIMER: As mentioned above, Sergent Sargent has a particularly unpleasant view of the world. Considering a number of chapters are written from his viewpoint, the language used in those chapters is there for the sake of realism and to assist in the creation of a three-dimensional character. People from all races and all walks of life may find it offensive. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and if you are easily offended, it may be best to avoid it altogether.




Prologue

1992

Well I'm here in some shithole in Pennsylvania. I'm fighting the fat gook with a mohawk. Calls himself the One Man Army and has been following me around since I started wrestling professionally. Before I go any further, my name is Richard Albert Sargent, you know me as Sergent Sargent. I'm a pro wrestler and star of a bunch of cartoons, that were based on some toys I can't remember the name of. I just know the checks cleared.

Thought I was going to wrestle in the Olympics, but God had a surprise for me. I got drafted into the army at the age of 18. Spent a few years killing gooks for little pay. I get out and my dreams of Olympic glory are dead. Until this big Injun notices me in a bar. At first, I think its some homo looking for some action. Not that I'm judging. You can't be in the army and not run into some queers. But hey it's a lonely life and you do what you can to survive.

Anyway I recognized the guy from Tee Vee. A pro wrestler called Moonbear Hutchens. He tells me I'm a big guy with a good look. He ask me if I can fight. I tell him if he does not shut up he'll find out. He gives me the number of a trainer and what do you know I'm a big time wrassler. I wrestle under a mask as the The Masked Wrecker. I win all the time because I'm tougher than the assholes they throw at me. Things are fine til I lose a mask vs mask match with that deep fried shithead racist the Masked Confederate.

Well the promoter had heard I was in the armed forces before. Tells me with my last name I should play up the military background. Says I can call myself Sergent Sargent. I tell this guy I was a Captain. He says Captain Sargent sounds dumb. So I'm Sergent Sargent. I keep kicking ass, because I'm the best. Eventually I win the Omniversal Championship. Was champ til that cheating fag Ransom Fortune stole my belt. Then the cartoon got canceled for no reason and I'm wrestling the fat gook with the mohawk in some shithole armory.

Owww, he just tagged me in the face. My nose is bleeding. God fucking Damn!!!!! He just threw me over the rail. Landed on some little maggot wearing an old Sergent Sargent shirt. Well I get back in the ring and finish off the fat gook with the mohawk. Hit my patented Bayonet. Bell rings and I see 500 idiots cheering me. I can't sink any lower than this.


1.

Been under here for a couple of minutes. Trying to catch my breath. I'm in good enough shape but when you think you are about to die, you start to hyper ventilate. Okay I'm gonna peak my head out so far so....

"ARRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I just barely dodged a ax handle bashing my head in. I see this tall guy with dirty blond hair down to his knees and a beard to match. Has a gas mask covering his mouth. His name is SAWdust and I'm defending my W*RE Deathcore title against him.

Okay I'm gonna go back. My name is Greg Richards, but I wrestle under a mask as the Overdog. Last time you saw me, I lost my chance at being the West Coast Heritage champion, when an enraged Ike Simmons attacked me and Violator (West Coast Heritage Champion) during our match at Royal Flush. I almost quit that night, but was convinced to stay by a wrestler known as King Behemoth.

You probably want to know how I ended up winning my first championship. Well the same night I lost my title match, something really odd happened. Stranger than the Embalmer being burned alive by Burn Ward.

A metal folding chair won the W*RE Deathcore championship. This situation lead to me winning my first title belt. I will explain later. Busy right now.

SAWdust swings the ax handle at my head and I duck. He swings again and I duck. He is really mad now. He tries to hit me with the ax handle again, but I leap frog over him. His ax handle is stuck in the wall. This is my chance I leap on his back and start punching him in the head. He is trying to get me off his back. He gets me by my mask and I start scratching his eyes. I don't like people touching my mask. Now he slams his back (and me) into a soda machine. That knocked the breath out of me. Now Sawdust is pummeling me and banging my head into the machine. I grab a can of Surge that fell out and hit Sawdust in the jaw. At least that slowed him down.

Before he can recover I take a packet of powder out of my flak jacket and toss it in his eyes. Now he is mad and swinging blind. I take my chance and hit my finishing move "the Overkiller" on a pile of soda cans. 1....2....3!!!!! I won my third title defense. I'm still the DEATHcore champion, and I'm completely miserable.....