Kamala vidya

Jeff Jarrett vs Bradshaw

This match is from No way Out 1998. Jeff Jarrett is defending the NWA North American championship against Bradshaw. Loved the NWA faction at the time as I was a big fan of Jarrett and Barry Windham was an all time favorite. Hell if they had stuck together til Severn showed up would be an all time favorite group.

Anyway Barry Windham turned on Bradshaw a week or so before this match. Every time Bradshaw tried to get revenge Windham's NWA cronies interfere. Bradshaw pinned Jarrett in a tag match giving him a shot at the NWA North American championship.

Bradshaw storms the ring with a cowbell and drives the NWA outside. Referee bans everyone but Cornette from ringside. Bradshaw tears into Jarrett whipping him with his lather chaps.

Most of the match is Bradshaw beating up on Jarrett with Jarrett sneaking in offense til Cornette nailed Bradshaw's knee with a tennis racket. I liked JR pointing out that Windham told Jarrett about Bradshaw's bad knee.

Bradshaw fights out of it hitting a big powerbomb on Jarrett. Cornette gets on the apron and Bradshaw tosses him in the ring. Jarrett hits Bradshaw with the racket and gets disqualified. Bradshaw gets the racket and hits Jarrett with it then hits the rock and Roll Express then slams Cornette. He gets ready to hit him with the clothesline from hell. But Barry WIndham trips him and the NWA beats down Bradshaw til the Road Warriors hit the ring.

Savage Sports Stories Day 39

38.

Mr.Johansen would not help me. Sarge pointed out that we have to make sure the impostor Overdog does not lose the DEATHcore title.

Chicago Illinois: The impostor was defending against the Warden. Warden almost beat him with the Death Warrant before I pulled the referee outta the ring. I have never intefered in a match but that is my belt. I hit Warden with the Overkiller and the impostor pinned him. I went after my belt but I was attacked by the team of Freefall. The impostor ran away.

Hollywood Florida: The Impostor was defending against SAWdust. SAWdust was taking apart the Impostor. I ran into save my belt but SAWdust hit me in the gut with an ax handle. He then hit the Impostor with the Dustbuster. Sarge came in and hit SAWdust with the Bayonet letting the impostor get the win. Sarge went to grab the belt but he was attacked by Bleached Evil, Bingwen and Violator. We were saved by X-ILE and the Highland Players (Skull and Deathrock). X-ILE did not look happy about it. Then he was attacked by Scissormask. In the confusion the Impostor got away.

Oakland California: He is defending against the Kimono Lizard. He had a famous feud with the Komodo Wizard in WHY. This is his first night in W*RE. Kimono is a really skilled martial artist but he does not understand DEATHcore. He is still dominating the Impostor. Tonight I have a plan. Sarge attacks the Lizard after Lizard hits the Impostor with poison mist. While he is distracted I grab the belt and run.

The Impostor pins Lizard with Sarge's help. Right when I am about to get behind the curtain Bingwen pops out and sprays me with orange mist. I start throwing up. One thing I don't get is why doesn't the House help the impostor when he is on the verge of losing. They only step in when I have the belt back.


****

I just took out this Kimono Lizard guy. He is doing a rip off of Komodo Wizard. But this guy is no Komodo Wizard. He tries to spin kick me but I duck and hit him with a neckbreaker. The fake Overdog gets the win. I decide while I'm in here I'm gonna teach this faker a lesson. So I start stomping and kicking him. Before I put the Sargelock on I see the kid just got attacked by the tiny chinaman. Before I can help him I get my head taken off. I look up and its the leader himself, Bleached Evil.

****

I'm blind and sick. Bingwen got joined by Violator. I recognize his smell. Violator is laying some heavy kicks into me. Bingwen goes to kick me, I duck and he knocks out Violator. Blind I hit Bingwen with the Overkiller.

"Gaah uh fuck you Greg!!!"

First words he says in months and it's "fuck you Greg". I feel thru my flak jacket and get a bottle of water to rinse my eyes. First thing I see is Sarge fighting Bleached Evil.

****

This bastard is as tough as I have heard. Rumor has it he is that Opium X guy in Japan. Wrestled him on my last Japan tour in 90. I have got him reeling back from my punches. I go for the Bayonet but he kneed me in the head and he is about to DDT me into a chair. I brace myself when I see Overdog jump on his back.

No you idiot grab the fucking belt and run. Bleached Evil throws him aside like he is nothing. Now he is laying into the kid with kicks. I take my chance and lock on the Sargelock.

Fuck yeah you albino fucker!!! Nobody gets outta the Sargelock!!! Or so I though he just broke out of it and he spiked me with a DDT. Then powerbombs the kid.

Last thing I see is the fake Overdog grabbing the DEATHcore title and running.

fuck.

****

Tonight they are taping the premier of Saturday Night Shred which is a two hour show on the WB. I need to find out who the Impostor is wrestling a chill goes up my back when I see it.

Todd Ripstone vs Overdog?

Okay this is bad.

Macho Memphis Maddness

This starts off with a great Macho Man hype video the WWF did after Wrestlemania 8. Macho Man comes into the studio being cheered and quickly turns the fans against him. Macho Man gets across that he has a lot of history in Memphis and really makes the USWA title seem like a huge deal. The fact a former WWF World champion (he had been champ less than a year before) wants the USWA title makes it seem like a huge deal. Makes me really want to see the match.




Kamala vs Jerry Lawler sometime in 1991.

This is a rematch after Lawler regained the USWA title from Kamala. Kamala stays on offense for most of the match. He really wrestles like a savage. But the important thing is he seems like a cunning savage. Not a idiot man child like he was in the WWF in 92/93. Lawler kicks out of the big splash twice which comes across as a big deal. Kamala misses a third then Lawler lowers the strap and starts punching Kamala. He hits the flying fist drop only for Kamala to kick out. Kamala chokes out Lawler causing Lawler to get desperate and throw a fireball.

Savage Sports Stories Day 36

37.

I had grabbed Johansen by his scrawny neck and was going to lay a beating on him. Til he called in DinoWAR. The W*RE tag team champions. The bigger one named T-Wrex came at me first. I hit him with a lamp. To his credit it barely slowed that big fucker down. But I know enough to stay on him. But I was attacked from behind by Carnivore. They lay a really bad beating on me. Before they can double chokeslam me thru Johansen's desk I get saved by these two goofballs I saw with that X-ILE and Morris guy earlier.

"I'm grateful for the assist but who the hell are you boys."

"Ha I'm DeathRock."

"And I'm Skull."

"So why did you decide to save me. You two don't strike me as the altruistic types."

"Yeah Martin said we should help you and stop uh Dinodudes from killing you and stuff."

"Ain't that sweet of him. Why does he care what happens to me?"

"You should ask him yourself sir. He pays us and we do what he tells us."

Before I could go find Martin Morris I hear a commotion in the ring. The kid found out who stole his belt, but turned out he stole more than that. He stole Overdog's identity.

I walk up to the kid as he is helped to the back.

"C'mon Sarge I know where they are. Let's go get em!!!!"

"Kid they have got us outnumbered and you have already wrestled and take a big beating. We can't get the belt back. Not yet anyway."

"Then what are we gonna do?"

Wish i had a better answer for the kid.

****

I'm hurting all over. Sarge does not want to attack the House of Bleach directly. Said there was another way.

"Sarge what are we doing at Mr.Johansen's office?"

"Look you did not sign a contract as Overdog, you signed it as Greg Richards. Johansen has pay stubs and stuff like that. We should have it back soon enough."


"What are you doing back here?!? You think those goofs will keep protecting you?"

What does he mean by that? Why would Sarge of been here earlier?

"Sergent Sargent does not need protection from a rich sissy like you."

"What do you want Sergent?"

"The kid's belt was stolen by some scrub claiming to be Overdog. You sign the checks and can clear this up."

"Well you know I like Overdog. Whoever he maybe. But I don't like interfering in my wrestlers business."

I need to speak up.

"But you interfere all the time. Like when you forced Ike Simmons to wrestle Monolith with his arm tied behind his back and blindfolded!!!!"

"Kid stay outta this."

"But Sarge??"

"Johansen just remember you could have avoided this."

This is a squash from 1995. Really like the Owen/Yoko team. They complimented each other well. They finish things here with a legdrop/sharpshooter combo.


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This was a match from In Your House 2 vs Lex Luger and Davey Boy Smith. Best part of the match was Lex and Davey Boy doing a double back drop on on Yoko. Yoko ends up crushing Lex with a leg drop.

Savage Sports Stories Day 35

36.

Whereisit? Whereisit? WHEREISIT?!?!?! I can't find my belt. Oh god I can't find my belt. Ransom Fortune never lost his belt. I don't mean lose it to somebody. I mean lose the actual belt.

"What's the matter with you kid?"

Ohmanohmanohman I can't let Sarge find out. He was the Omniversal champion for crying out loud. I can't embarrass him like this.

"Uh oh uhuhuhuhuh nothing uh oh uh Sarge."

"You're sure? You look jumpier than the night that thunder storm knocked out the apartment's power."

"Uh uh oh uh um oh I'm just nervous about my title defenses the rest of the week. That uh SAWdust is scary."

"Right kid."

****

Kid has lost his belt. That is the only thing that could make him act like this. I once lost the Omniversal belt after a drunken night. But I found it fast enough. Whore gave it back since it was impossible to pawn.

But the kid ain't the drinking and whoring type. No something is up.


****

"Scissormask Scissormask!!!!! Have you seen my belt?"

"Hey Overdog.Your belt is missing?"

"Yeah I got back and it was gone. Wait why did you not insult me?"

"Life is too short. Anyway if I see it I'll let you know."

"Uh thanks Scissormask."

Scisormask did not seem right. But I have to find my belt. Oh God where is it!?!?! Hey it's the chickens.

"Guys guys have you seen my belt?"

"You sqawk lost your belt?"

"No I uh just misplaced it."

Okay okay I need to calm down. I know it was in my bag. The thing is really heavy and I would not take it out before I got to the building. But who would take it?

"What are you doing here?"

Oh no it's Diamond Phil. Oh man if he finds out I lost my belt he'll kill me...... Probably.

"Um nothing Phil I'm just enjoying the show."

"You're suppose to be in the ring right now."

I look at a monitor and sure enough I'm in the ring with the House of Bleach.


****

"Johansen!!!"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I want to know what you did with Overdog's DEATHcore title?"

"Look......Sergent just because I can't get rid of you yet does not mean you can barge in my office."

"Oh is that so Johansen?!?"

I throw his desk over and put him in the SARGElock.

"I warned you Johansen. I would make 88 seem like a dream come true!!!"

"And I told you ugh.... I'm not the same man I was in 88."

I get attacked by that DinoWAR team. Think I'm in it now.


****

"We would like to welcome the newest member of our family, THE W*RE DEATHcore champion OVERDOG!!!!!!"


That is Bleached Evil talking to somebody dressed like me and wearing my belt. He is surrounded by Bingwen, the team Freefall, Roxi Contin and their newest valet Crystal Beth and.........Violator. Think I get it now.

"Overdog would you like to say a few words."

"Bleached Evil it is such an honor to be accepted into such a prestigious group."

I grabbed the mic.

"That's enough!!!"

"What are you doing with my belt?"

"Your belt? You're just a deluded impostor. I'm Overdog and I'm the W*RE DEATHcore champion."

Look at him he does not even look like me. His mask is just a cheap knock off he got from Wrestleshack.com. He is wearing plain orange boots and trunks over black tights. His hair is bright red!!! How can anybody believe this is me.

"Gimme my belt now or else....."

Bleached Evil speaks up.

"Or else what Greg?"

"Or else this!!!!"

I hit the fake Overdog as hard as I can. I throw powder in Dynabul's face and throw him into Bingwen and Johnny Cocaine. Violator swings at me, I duck and hit the Overkiller on him. I grab the impostor and but before I can hit the Overkiller, Bleached Evil attacks. He hits me with the Bleach Blast. Bingwen kicks me in the head. Freefall hit the Overdose on me. Violator hits me with a Parking Violation.

Now the fake Overdog hits me with a DDT. Now Bleached Evil is counting the pin fall.

"ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!!!!! The winner and the true article OVERDOG!!!!"

I hear the fans cheer when I hear the clang of a steel chair. Sarge just smashed a chair over Violator's head. Rest of the House scatter and run.

"Are you okay son?"

Owen Hart vs Jeff Jarrett


This is the night after No Way Out 1998. Jarrett is NWA North American champion and Owen is WWF European champion. I loved the NWA faction at the time and still do. Jeff Jarrett, heel Rock and Roll Express and Barry Windham. Hell if that group had stuck around til Severn showed up might be an all time favorite.

Owen goes right after Jarrett and the pace of the match never lets up. Owen is great as a face here and over. He gets most of the offense with Jarrett hitting a move here and there. He hits a ddt but instead of pinning Owen gloats about how smart he is. This being a 1998 Raw with guys roughly at the same level it end with Jarrett getting disqualified when Cornette saves him from the Sharpshooter submission. Still a really good long for 1998 Raw match.




From the same show I think the Rock and Roll Express )Ricky Morton and Robert Gibson) defend the NWA World tag team titles vs the Headbangers. I know some people hate the Headbangers but I always liked them. Good traditional tag team. Always hit their stuff smoothly. The RnR are heels here and do a really good job doing it. Doing a bunch of Midnight Express stuff. Nice spot with Most hitting a double DDT on the RnRs. Looks like the Headbangers win after hitting a powerbomb/legdrop combo but they get disqualified for throwing Robert Gibson over the top rope.

Savage Sports Stories Day 34

35.

I wonder what that Morris guy meant by common enemies. Wonder if he is talking about Johansen. That wimp is determined to get rid of me. The kid did not take the bait. Kid needs to get ready for his match but this fucking place never has a god damn card set up before the show. How is this difficult? Instead we get the owner or that doofus kid of his setting up matches.

"Hey Philly!!"

"What is it Richard?"

"Call me Richard again and I'll turn that pink collar red."

"What is it...Sergent?"

"Who is the kid wrestling tonight?"

"I do not know. I need Mr.Johansen to tell me."

"This crap is not going to cut it."

CRASH!!!!

What the fuck was that?


****

I was tieing my boots and suddenly I felt a chair hit me in the head. I look up and it's Violator.

"I'm special!!!! Me!!!!! I should have a belt not you!!!!!"

Violator is stomping me in the ribs. He picks me up and throw me thru the locker room door. I start hitting him with forearms but I'm shaken up from the chair shot. He slams me thru the catering table. 1.... I kick out. Wait this is a title match. Gotta get it together.

When he grabs me I hit him with a piece of the table. I'm hitting him and before I know it we are on the entrance ramp. Violator thumbs me in the eye and tries to slam me on the ramp, I flip over and hit him with a back suplex. 1........2....... he kicked out. Am I crazy or is the referee taking longer to count my pin attempts. I am kicking and stomping Violator now. Violator punches me in the stomach. I hip toss him on the ramp and he rolls down to the ring.


****

The kid is fighting that rolly polly fat fuck. I see a referee so this is a title match. Johansen is trying to cost the kid the belt to get rid of me. That son of a bitch better hope Overdog wins. I get thru the curtain and Pugsly clotheslined the kid outta his boots. Now he is choking him with a cable wire. Going to stay outta this. If he can't beat this slug alone, I am not gonna lower myself to train him, belt or no belt.

****

"GIVE UP 'SNORT' GIVE UP!!!! GIMME MY BELT!!!!"

Can't breathe between the cable and Violator sitting on my back. Hope I can get to something in my jacket. Sprayed him in the eyes with this silly foam I got in Mexico. From the sound of Violator's scream it burns as bad as I remember. I climb up on the ring apron and clothesline him. 1..........2................ he kicked out. C'mon what the heck is this. I expect this in CCW but not W*RE. Could it be Mr.Johansen? No he wouldn't do that. Got distracted and Violator headbutted me in the gut.

****

What the hell is that fucking ref doing? If a referee slow counted me like that I would break his fingers for every second he took to count the pin. Would, hell I did that in 78 in Ozark Alabama.

Fatty just tossed Overdog in the ring. Now he is dropping some greasy elbows on the kid. He goes for a splash but the kid moved. He hit that Overbulldog on him 1.......2........................ God Damn it. Okay time to step in.

Pull the referee out.

"You got any kids asshole?"

"Yeah two sons."

"If you do not want them pushing you in a wheel chair you better stop slow counting Overdog."

"B...but Mr.Johansem...."

"I start putting pressure on his wrist and before it pops."

"Yes sir I...I'll count fast."

"Not fast just normal."

"Oh...Oh....Okay 'sob'.

****

Where did the referee go. There he is talking to Sarge.

STAB!!!! Ahhhh Violator just stabbed me with a fork. Followed it up with a DDT. 1.....2 I kick out. Now Violator is climbing to the second rope. Better move, if I hold my knees up it'll probably break something.

Here he comes, I move and I can feel the ring shake. Jump on him for the pin.

1....2... He kicked out. But the referee is counting faster now. Violator is on his feet and we are trading punches but my forearms are having more effect. Violator tries to kick me in my private area but I catch his foot. I lean in and kick him in his gonads. This is kill or be killed. I follow it by hitting the Overkiller 1.2..3..... That count was a bit fast.

I go to find my belt until I remember it is still in my bag.

Savage Sports Stories Day 33

34.

Got to the arena for R*PPED. I'm running a bit late. I woke up and could not find Sarge. Looked for him for hours before hitting the arena.

When I get here Diamond Phil tells me Mr.Johansen wants to see me. I hope i'm not in trouble. This is the only time I have ever been late. Including that time me, Lexx Treme and the Psycho Chickens were in a car wreck. I still got to the building on time. Maybe he was not happy with how I represented W*RE in Combat Collective Wrestling.


"Oh Overdog so good to see you."

"Uh Mr.Johansen Diamond Phil said you needed to speak to me? Uh sir I'm sorry for anything I did in CCW. That place just did something to me."

"No no Overdog I am very happy with how you represented me in Memphis. That toad Clayton Wyles did not get his hands on a W*RE championship and you took Jason Dixon down a peg."

"Oh well uh um I'm sorry I'm late. I woke up and could not find Sarge so I lost track of time looking for him."

"No no I can forgive tardiness with your track record Overdog. But I would like to speak to you about Sergent Sargent."

"What is it sir?"

"Well first let me tell you about a great opportunity. At Endgame I want you to be on Darren Glass's team with DinoWAR against Ruination X2K."

Wow this is a huge chance for me. To team with Darren Glass at one of the biggest W*RE shows of the year. Ruination X2K is the gang Martin "Motor Man" Morris formed after his match with Darren Glass at Valley of the Brawls. They are

X-ILE: Him and Morris go way back. When he was starting out he lived in X-ILE's van. Last week he turned on Scissor Mask and the Masked Confederate. Scissor Mask had been bragging before I left for CCW how he was a synch to be a new member.

Skull and Death Rock: Otherwise known as the Highland Players Club. I defended the DEATHcroe belt against both of them. They are good brawlers but neither one of them (especially Skull) are very bright. Rumor has it they both fried their brains on crystal meth. They just sit around laughing at TV shows, playing video games and picking fights.

Martin "Motor Man" Morris is the current W*RE Planetary champion. He has been making a lot of enemies. I'm glad I have never run into him.

"Overdog??"

"Oh sorry sir my mind drifted off."

"I would love and I know the Glass would love to have you on his team. But there is just one thing I need from you."

"What is it sir?"

"I need you to fire Sergent Sargent as your trainer/manager."

****

Sorry to ditch the kid last night but I wanted some entertainment and he would cramp my style. Need to find him before the card starts. Who do I see but old Diamond Phil Rose. I beat the hell outta him in my first Omniversal title defense.

"Yo Philly!!"

"Yeah what is it?"

"Ain't that a nice attitude for my old punching bag to have. You see the kid anywhere?"

"Overdog"

"He is speaking to Mr.Johansen."

"Aw shit, where is Johansen's office?"

"I do not think Mr.Johansen would like that."

"Would he like paying your hospital bills you fat fop?"

He points me in the right direction.

I open the door and hear the kid talking to that wimp Johansen.

"Fire Sarge?"

"I know you admire him Overdog but he is not the man you think he is. He would be a liability to the team and this match is too important."

That motherfucker only thinks I'm a liabilitry. Next time I get my hands on him I will make 88 seem like a fucking dream.

"Sir I can't fire Sarge. I'll just have to hope the Glass chooses me for his team anyway."

"You'll regret this Greg."

I back out of the room.

****

I think I upset Mr.Johansen. But I can't fire Sarge, he's done too much for me.

"Overdog there you are!! I have been looking for you everywhere."

"Hey Sarge where were you?"

"Oh just at the Waffle House. You know how I feel about breakfast."

Right then I hear this horrible bellowing. I look over and I see Violator being carried by two referees thru the curtain.

"Oooh ahhhh my head. My cute little head. If Embalmer was here this would of never Owww happened."

Violator is sobbing like a baby. I feel bad for him. After Embalmer was burned alive,Violator became really depressed. He tried following Burnward around, but Burnward ignored him. That is til Violator cost him a match to Monolith. Then Burnward beat the snot outta him. He tried to join Karmageddon, but they hit the Reincarnator Number 12 on him.

Tonight was his first night off the injured reserve.

"Violator what happened?"

"Glory days are here again!!! The W-C-H is back on the X-I-L-E!!!"

It's X-ILE being carried by Skull and DeathRock.

He hops off of their shoulders and kicks Violator in the face.

"X-ILE he can't even defend himself."

"Speaking of crap I shoulda flushed months ago. Maybe I'll kick your ass and take that belt of yours."

"I would love to see you try punk."

"You wanna go old man? I will be more than happy to kick your ancient ass!!!"

"X-ILE we do not go around attacking our friends."

"Martin what are you talking about? I'm not friends with this garbage."

"Yeah well I am and you are not going to touch Overdog. We owe him too much. Overdog I am sincerely sorry for the actions of my friends."

"Uh sure Mr.Morris."

"Sergent I apologize for the disrespect X-ILE showed you. It's an honor to have a wrestling legend in my company.."

"Yeah whatever you say pal."

"You know Sergent I think we have some common enemies."

After that they walked away.

"Sarge what did he mean by common enemies?"

"I dunno what did he mean saying he owes you for everything?"

"No idea?"

I look over and Violator is sitting on the ground sobbing.

"I don't need a loser like you defending me 'SNORT'."

"Look Violator let me help you up. We don't need to be enemies."

"That's what you think."

Savage Sports Stories Day 32

33.

The kid is advancing in the training. Each day he loses his inhibitions about using weapons. But each day he fails at the end. He can't bring himself to hurt me. Doesn't matter if its a folding chair.

BASH!!!!

A folding chair covered in barbwire.

SHREAD!!!!

A Kendo Stick

CRACK!!!!

A Colecovision

SMASH!!!!

Each day he hesitates and I knock the shit outta him.

Today we are taking a day off before we have to be back on the road for W*RE. Kid asked me to do him a favor. Right now it is hard to tell him no.

"So what is it you want from me kid?"

"Well uh sir. Um you know I like to read comics. well uh they don't know I'm a wrestler but they have seen us hanging out together and well um you are famous for.."

"You want me to sign autographs at your funny book store. Sure I can do that need fifty upfront and five percent of s.... Oh what am I saying friends don't charge for favors."

Can't let a small appearance get in the way of big money.

"Thanks a million Sarge."

"No problem."

****

When Sally first asked me about this I was not sure if I should. They must have figured out I am Overdog by now. But she sounded desperate. Saying that ComiCamelot was taking all of her business. I have to admit I went in there once or twice. Besides comics they have a old fashion soda fountain and old arcade games. I played the X-Men arcade game for hours til I got killed by the Blob. I went to get change but when I came back every character was taken by Dazzler. Nobody wants to be Dazzler. Then I played WAVE Wrestle Fair and won the Omniversal title with The Omeniac. About the only guy who can beat Ransom Fortune.

Anyway I felt bad and said I would try to ask Sarge to show up. I don't ask Sarge about Horse Power stuff. Aside from that one night he never talks about it. We get off the bus and I can't believe what I see. There is a line going around the block.

"Kid you remember what I said about money?"

"Yeah"

"Forget it, my price is 200 bucks and five dollars ahead."

"Yes sir."

****

I hate to say it but this turn out makes me feel good. Why should I be surprised I'm Sergent Sargent and anything I touch turns to gold.

"Uh um uh um"

"Son who do I make this out to? "

"Uh um uh um"

"How about I call you friend."

"Uh um uh."

Got more than a few of thse types. Who could blame the kid. I would be nervous too if I were meeting me. Hell I was nervous when I met Johnny Tex. He was a wrestler who hosted a variety puppet show. Guess it was fitting the Masked Wrecker ended his wrestling career.

Say I don't recognice this toy.

"Hey pal where'd you get this toy?"

"Well um uh it is part of the fifteenth anniversary of Sergent Sargent's Horse Power. They made new toys to go along with the VHS sets they are selling along with something called dvds."

They what? Those motherfuckers at Joyboy better be writing me a big fucking check. It clearly says I get royalties on all Horse Power merchandise regardless if I am featured or not. Shit I wrote the god damn series bible and was story editor.

"Um uh Sarge uh um."

"What is it son?"

"Well um uh when you did the story where Grey Horse killed you and you were a double agent in Necropolis well uh I heard um a rumor you were um uh suppose to commit uh um suicide. Is that true."

"Yeah it is true. But we decided that suicide was pushing the bounderies for a kids show. so we went with Grey Horse shooting me with the Grey Ray and killing me. Here let me sign this to super fan."

"Thanks Sarge!!!!"

"Yeah.... you're welcome."

Amazing how my mind has recovered since I laid off the hard drugs. Maybe I should stop for good.

****

Sarge was great today. I don't know why so many guys don't like him. He spent time with everybody, took pictures and recited Horse Power trivia fotr hours. I never saw a famous person that knowledgeable about their work.

"Hey Sarge"

"3,000, 3,020, 3,040, 3,060. what is it kid you made me lose count."

"Oh sorry Sarge."

"No problem kid what do you want?"

"Just wanted to thank you. Sally said the ComiCrate made more today than they have in the last two months."

"Hey uh no problem. Anything for a....friend. Look kid I'm going out for awhile. I need some time alone."

Savage Sports Stories Day 31

"Alright Maggot get up!!!! We are not nearly done with the training!!!!"

Not sure how long this has been going on. After breakfast, Sarge started the heavy training. He told me

"I am going to break you down and rebuild you. You are not approaching this "deathcore" stuff right. Now do you have a gym we can train at?"

I took Sarge to the Power House. I thought Mr.Plant and Mr. Woods would be thrilled to have a former Omniversal Champion at their gym. So I was surprised by Mr.Woods reaction.

"Greg we had heard some rumors about you. So sad to a see they are a true."

"What rumors sir?"

"That you had won this deadcrew title and were a defending it against the scum. That you had taken to hanging out with a coughcoughcough likes of this Captain COUGH Sergent."

"Now you wait one minute there buddy. If you think I am going to be disrespected by some.... Never mind."

"Sir how can you say that? Sarge is a former Omniversal Champion. He beat Tyranos the Titan. I thought him being here would be a big boost for the Power House."

"Well you thoughta wrong Greg."

"Can we at least use your ring? "

"You are free to use it Greg.... alone."

"C'mon Sarge lets go. Mr.Woods tell Mr.Plant I hope he gets better soon."

"I will Greg, you a be careful."

"Yes sir."

****

Well the kid wanted the true Sergent Sargent experience and I'm giving it to him. That old midget has been around long enough to know my reputation. Had to resist bashing his head in with that little bitty walker. Anyway they would never have let me taken this to the extremes the training requires.


Sit ups in thumbtacks.

"75,76,77,78,75,76,77,78."

Running up and down stairs covered in glass.

"C'mon maggot move it. I do not care if you are bleeding. Move, move, move."

Hitting him with Kendo sticks til they break.

CRACK!!! "This is nothing!!!" CRACK!!! "The Master Bastard will do worse to you next time!!!" CRACK!!! "I'M GONNA BLEED YOU DRY!!!!"

****
This training is intense. I have cuts and bruises all over me. Sarge says it is important I become desensitized to violence. Today I'm at the junkyard. Sarge has set up an obstacle course.

"Do you know why you are here!?!"

"No sir!!!"

"This is an obstacle course. I have increased your already impressive ability to take punishment. Now you are going to learn to dish it out as well as take it. In DEATHcore everything is a weapon. To pass this course you must learn how to use these weapons to pass. I will be at the end of the course.

READY!!!

SET!!!

GO!!!

I take out running. My first obstacle is the tires. This is easy enough. Until I feel the crunch of glass under my feet. Feet are bleeding.I get to the end and see a dummy dressed like SAWdust. Next to it is a Kendo stick. I hit the dummy with it as hard as I can and take off.

This time I see the rings. I grab the first one and it is covered in barbwire. Now my hands are bleeding, but I make it. I see a dummy dressed like the Warden. Next to it is a barbwire bat. I hit the dummy and tear it open with the barbwire. It is off to the last obstacle.

Have to crawl under the wire. I hit the ground and yep thumbtacks. I still make it even if my shirt has my blood on it. But I don't see the dummy. I just see a folding chair and Sarge.

"DO IT MAGGOT HIT ME!!!!"

"But Sarge I c can't hit you."

Next thing I feel is Sarge punching me in the gut.

"This is kill or be killed."

He takes the chair and hits me across the face with it.

"Lesson over."

Savage Sports Stories Day 30

31.

This is it, my big break. I finally got the call from W*RE and I get to wrestle on Tuesday R*PPED.

My entire life I have been an underdog and fought the odds. In little league they said I wasn't good enough to play center field.. But I showed them at the big game. I woulda caught that fly ball if the sun didn't get in my eyes. They said I was too short to play basketball. I woulda showed them if that tall jerk did not trip me. Everybody said I was too small to play football. But I played one down for Alabama A&M. Only reason I did not score a touchdown was they did not throw me the ball.

But then I got into pro wrestling. I was going to be just like my hero Bengal Mask. My training was hard on account of what an underdog I am. But I pushed thru and graduated and beat the odds. I started winning right away. I did whatever it took to beat the odds. Thumbs in the eye, a chop in the throat, a handful of tights. It was okay for me to do it because I'm a underdog.

It all lead to tonight when I got called by W*RE. I bet they want to give me a shot at the Hemisphere belt and this is a warm up. Hey the lights went out. Now I hear a dog barking with some kinda cartoon music playing.

"From Barks Unknown, Weight unknown, this is Overdog!!!!!!"

Wait a minute this guy is the same size as me. Why does he get the cool costume and cape? I'm the one who overcame the odds!!!!

He wants to shake my hand? Well at least he is a sportsman, Ah ha I got him in a headlock. I bet he gives up right now. What? He reversed it into a hammerlock. I wasn't ready, that's not fair!!! I elbow him in the head and put him in a wristlock. Now he'll give up. Ahh he reversed,no don't give up. Oh it hurts,there I put him in another headlock. He throws me into the ropes, I rebound but he leaps over me. I'm gonna clothesline him.

SMACK!! He just dropkicked me in the face I run at him and he hiptosses me, I try again and he hiptosses me. Now he scoops me up for a bodyslam. THUMB!!! Ha ha I got him with my patented thumb to the eye. Now for my finisher, the vertical suplex. Not many guys my size could do this move. But I overcame the odds and learned it.

Got him in the air, wait he flipped over. No thats cheating!!!!! He bulldogged me into the mat 1.....2......3.

"The Winner of this match THE OVERDOG!!!!"

No he cheated me out of my big break. It was the mask, if I had that mask I would be the star.

Savage Sports Stories Day 29

30.

My match with Jason Dixon was declared a no contest. Dixon took off once Sarge hit the ring. Sarge disappeared after the match. I wish I knew where he is. I want to ask him why he did that. All three of them ended up at the hospital. Their wounds were too severe to get treated at the CCW arena. I stayed in Memphis a few extra days looking for Sarge, I have to return to work for W*RE next week. I gotta head home.


****

"Professor Necro you are going to pay for killing Clydesdale and corrupting Unicorn!!!!"

"I have already collected the shards of Obliviorex. Soon Necropolis will be merged with this dimension and I Professor Necro shall rule all Hahahahaha!!!!"

"You forgot one thing Necro...."

"What do you mean foolish meat?"

"You forgot to take Clydesdale's cannon!!!!"

"No the Obliviorex Shard!!!!!"

You blew it.. You fucking blew it. You had that kid believing you were a real hero. You had to let your fucking temper get the better of you. For what? To get revenge on some guys you would not of pissed on back in your prime. So I'm gonna lay here watching this shit and drinking til I pass out. I'll figure something out tomorrow.

****

Finally I'm home. Every time I get home from a CCW tour I always remember that I forgot to visit Graceland. Where are my keys? Man I have to remember to keep them in my pocket and not in my duffle bag.

Go in the door and I can't believe what I find. It's Sergent Sargent on my couch and he's drunk. He also got into my Horse Power VHS collection.

"Uh hey Sarge. Are you okay?"

"Oh it's you, my biggest fan. But you don't know the truth. You think i'm like this cartoon. That I'm some fucking hero. I'm not a fucking hero, i'm just a man. A man who threw it away!!!!"

"Look Sarge we uh had a long um week. Let's get some rest and...."

"I don't need no fucking rest!!!! I'm fucking Sergent Sargent!!!!!"

Sarge jumped on my coffee table.

"HORSE POWER MOVE ON!!!!!"

****

Fuck where am I? Last thing I remember is slicing up those Combat Collective assholes. Must be in a motel in Memphis. I'll contact Army in the morning and get some bookings. Maybe India, heard they got a guy named Cow Killer running roughshod and they got a dub of Horse Power a few months ago. I smell bacon and eggs. Since when do I stay in motels that serve breakfast. Wait this blanket has a picture of me and Horse Power.

"Sarge how do you like your eggs?"

"What?!?"

"Do you like them scrambled or runny? I read once you like them runny but I wanted to make sure."

"Uh yeah I do like them runny."

"I got you some fresh apple juice last night. I read you liked it better than or...."

"Yeah Orange juice. Listen kid how did I end up here?"

"I'm not sure Sarge. I was hoping you might know. You left the CCW arena before we could talk. I got home last night and you were sitting on the couch watching Sergent Sargent's Horse Power the Movie."

"Uh look kid about CCW and last night well I was...."

"I understand Sarge. That place just got the better of you. It happened to me. Wristlock Holmes and Pumpkin Skull filled me in on what happened in Biloxi. Everybody makes mistakes. But I sure hope you will keep teaching me."

"Uh yeah of course."

"Want some sausage?"

"Sure kid sure."

Savage Sports Stories Day 28

29.
I have had my fill of Combat Collective Wrestling and "The Dynasty" Jason Dixon. I don't know where Sarge is, so I am on my own. I look thru my vest and this stuff is not going to cut it. I need some heavy duty plunder. My music has been playing for ten minutes. I can hear Dixon talking in the ring.

"Since the dog has refused to show I declare myself winner via forfeit. 1......2......3.....4.......5.....6......"

I run into the ring and duck a Jason Dixon clotheline and hit a DDT on him. I climb on top of Dixon and start hitting him. Now I have a handful of his red hair and start banging his head into the mat. He throws me off of him and starts kicking me in the gut. I fire back with some forearms. He runs at me and I toss him over the top rope. I follow up by hitting him with a baseball slide that knocks him into the first row.

I climb to the top rope. Hard to keep my balance. Even harder to work up the courage to jump but I do it.

"CCW!!! CCW!!! CCW!!!"

****

Been driving all night. I stink to high fucking heaven and my stitches are driving me nuts. But I'll be in Memphis soon and I'll make those losers pay. I look over at my friend in the next seat. Every last fucking one of them will pay!!!!

****
That dive took a lot out of me. Dixon hit me in the face with some old guy's fake leg. Pull out the flash light to blind him but he slaps it out of my hand and starts hitting me with it.Now he drops me throat first across the guard rail. 1..... I kick out. Dixon just remembered this is falls count anywhere.

Now he is pulling me up the stairs. I hit Dixon in his privates then hip toss him down the stairs.

"CCW!!!! CCW!!!! CCW!!!!"

I climb the guard rail in front of the stairs and jump off on to Dixon who holds his knees up. 1.....2..... I kick out. Dixon press slams me into a row of chairs. Before he can pin me I throw a chair into his face. Before he can get up I start throwing any chair I can find at him.

1.....2...... He kicks out. I try to hit the Overkiller on him but he stops it and throws me back to ringside. He climbs the railing and drops a flying ax handle on the back of my neck. 1.... I kick out. We are finally back in the ring.

****

Been real lucky to have not been pulled over.. Last thing I need is a fucking pig giving me trouble. Entering the Memphis City limits. Wonder how the kid is doing. Not like I give a shit. Just a morbid curiosity. Yeah that's it.

****

1.....2...... I almost had Dixon with a small package. He hits me with a Divorce Court DDT 1.....2..... I kicked out?? It is the belt it has to be.
Dixon goes for a German suplex but I grab the top rope. Dixon punches me in the head but I respond by mule kicking him in the testicles. I hit the Overkiller 1.....2.......... the referee was pulled out of the ring by Clayton Wyles.

"You will always be a loser!!!! That belt will belong to Combat Collective Wrestling!!!!!"

I jump to the floor and watch Clayton Wyles scramble into the ring. I slide back in.

"P...Please Overdog I...I'm....sorry.."

I don't care. It is too late to apologize. I punch Wyles as hard as I can and watch him go down in a heap. I start kicking and stomping him.

"Fuck him up Overdog fuck him up!!!! Fuck him up Overdog!!!! Fuck him up Overdog!!!!"

Now they are cheering me. I hate this God Damn place!!! Dixon starts getting up and I hit the Overkiller on him again. Before I can pin him I get attacked by Master Bastard and the Ghetto Breaker. Bastard is hitting me with the kendo stick while Ghetto Breaker staples my lip. I think it is over.

"Hey Overdog is mine. Wyles said I could be the one to throw his belt away."

"I am the Master Bastard and what I say goes!!!"

"Oh I know you did not just say you were my Master you cracker motherfucker!!!!"

Now they are trading punches, until Ghetto Breaker staples Master Bastard's face and clotheslines him out of the ring. Giving me the chance to hit Ghetto Breaker in the face with an Atari 5200.

Too bad I did not see Cell Blok behind me.


****

I run into the building and head straight to the ring.

"Wait Sergent..."

"Wristlock Holmes?"

I look at the limey poof and he looks to be in rougher shape than I am.

"What in the blue fuck happened to you?"

"It was Wyles, I saw he was going to interfere in Overdog's match. I tried to stop him but was ambushed by Cell Blok."

"Yeah well I'll deal with all of them. Where is he??"

Never mind I already know. I grab a chair and head out.


****

I hit Cell Blok with everything I had and could not hurt him. Now he has me by the throat but before he can chokeslam me I hear a loud CRACK!!!!!

It's Sarge!!!! He's covered in blood and looks crazy. Cell Blok drops me and goes after Sarge.

CRACK BASH CRUSH!!!! Cell Blok goes to one knee. But he grabs Sarge by the throat. Can't move or I would help him.

****
The big motherfucker weathered my onslaught and has me by the throat, He did not notice my buddy.

STAB!!!!!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

"How do you like that you big motherfucker? Nobody fucks with Sergent Sargent!!!!!"

Looks like Mister Bastard wants a taste,

SLICE!!!!!!

"Jesus!!!!!!!"

"Hope you got him on speed dial asshole!!!!"

Now I see the spade trying to get up.

CUT!!!!!!

"You motherfucker!!!!! Oh my fucking face...."

Look over and I see Clayton Wyles trying to crawl out of the ring.

"Sarge please stop!!!"

"Kid???"

Savage Sports Stories Day 27

28.

I woke up after the show in Biloxi with a headache and I could not find Sarge. I asked everyone (even guys like the Master Bastard and Ghetto Breaker) but they aid they had not seen him. I even asked Jason Dixon.

"Face it kid, the Sergent had problems. My guess is it got too hot and he ditched you. Why not just give me the DEATHcore belt now and save yourself more heart break."

"Uh no thanks I'm going to win. I man uh I pretty much beat you last time."

I do get scared when I see Dixon's eyes before he chuckles.

"That's spirit I like. Make's breaking you more fun. Good luck finding your geezer."

I even asked the chubby guy who records every show if I could see the tape. He claimed he did not tape the show tonight. Then he offered to discuss the show over a glass of wine. I know for a fact he was filming the show. I'll have to look for him after the Memphis show. Pumpkin Skull offered me a ride then asked if I was interested in discussing the word of the Omeniac. This could be a long car ride.

****

God Damn my mouth taste like cotton. Where the fuck am I?
Touch the top of my head and feel stitches and dried blood. Open my eyes and see I'm in a hospital room. Not the first time I blacked out and woke up in the Emergency room. Of course that was from binge drinking not getting my ass kicked by a buncha nobodies. Some fat nurse just walked in.

"Excuse me..."

She is checking these machines I'm hooked up to.

"Excuse me ma'am"

Now she is fiddling with the window.

"Excuse me ma'am please."

Now she is reading my chart like I don't exist.

"ATTENTION!!!!"

"Sir there is no need to be rude."

"Oh there is every need to be rude you fat bitch!!!! How did I end up here?"

"You were a part of the wrestling show at the garage?"

"Aww sweetie what was your first clue, the blood or the wrestling tee shirt? I'm Sergent Sargent!!! Now how did I get here?"

"A group of wrestlers dropped you off. said you were in an accident."

"Well nice chatting Bessie but I got a trip to Memphis and some skulls to crack. Get this shit off of me now!!!"

"Sir we just set you up with a morphine drip."

"How rude of me, I suppose I can wait a few hours."

****

That ride with Pumpkin Skull was not so bad. At first I was resistent but now Omeniac University sounds right for me. Once I find Sarge and win this match I'll look into enrolling.

"Overdog I would not start making plans for college just yet."

"Wristlock Holmes!!"

"Overdog I am not at liberty to say very much. But the Sergent disapearing was not an accident He was attacked...."

"Holmes you better hurry up those negotiations with WAVE. Getting into my or anybody else's business is bad for your health."

"I do not fear you in a one on one encounter Mr.Dixon. But since you have your lackeys Stormer Barnes and Power Keg,I will leave for now."

"Yeah you better run you Limey fuck."

"What do you want Jason?"

"What no more "Mr.Dixon sir"?"

"Well?"

"I just wanted to give you another chance to hand me the Deathcore belt. We are going to destroy it in a bond fire after the show. If I do not have to fight you I can focus on more important things like my six man tag vs TerroRantula, Acid Reflex and the GorKILLA at "Schism Slam"."

"You might hurt me but there is no way I'm just giving you this belt."

"Glad to hear that. Do it boys."

Power Keg punches me in the head. This is not a guy I want to mess with. A former WHY Iron Knuckle champion and Iron Knuckle tag team champion.Has a legendary feud with Masa "Scar Tissue" Masada.

He throws me into the wall. Now he is trying to power bomb me on the floor but I hit him with the DEATHcore belt and flip him over. Before I can think, Stormer Barnes superkicks me. He is most famous for being knocked out with one chop by Ransom Fortune on Typhoon AM. Jumped out of the studio audience that day and demanded a match. After that he never got booked by WAVE or W*RE again.

Now Power Keg is holding me as Jason Dixon punches me.

"You want to fight me Overdog? Last time I took it easy on you and you were nearly killed. Look at this!!!! Look at it!!!! This is the Combat Collective Wrestling World Heavyweight title!!! Your buddy Ike Simmons never held this belt. So don't think that rinky dink belt held together by duct tape means shit to me!!!!"

I kick Dixon in the face.

"Oh is that how you want it sweetie?"

I fight as hard as I can but he removes my mask.

"Oh one more thing before I go."

SMASH!!! He hits me with the CCW belt as hard as he could. Last thing I see is him spitting on my belt.


****
God Damn I feel fucking great. But I'm still pissed off!!! Before I take off for Memphis I hit my motel room and collect my things. Looks like the kid waited as long as he could. Look thru my bag and all I see is porno and alcohol. Always a good combo but not what I need. Ah there it is, my oldest friend. The Bayonet......

Savage Sports Stories Day 26

27.

It turned out that night in Huntsville was not going to be me and Sarge's last title match we got matches all over the circuit.

Atlanta Georgia: Me and Sarge lost a Three Way Fight vs AirStrike vs the Hell Machine. I got eliminated when AirStrike hit me with the Crush Landing. Sarge told me the Hell Machine won when Bomber got hit by the Satan Equation.

Knoxville Tennessee: Me and Sarge were beaten by the Hell Machine. Sarge ran off Azreal St.Hades but I got hit by the Satan Equation and pinned.

Tonight we are wrestling in Biloxi Mississippi. It is going to be me and Sarge vs AirStrike vs the Brat Patrol vs CCW tag champs the Hell Machine.

******

Well I figured out Wyles plan. He keeps putting me and the kid in tag matches hoping his boys injure me. But Ole Sarge is too tough for them. so they go for the win and attack the kid. When I came up with this plan I thought my days of working in shitholes in from of inbred morons was behind me. Joke was on me.

Tonight we are in what the kid called a Four Corner Fight of Demolition. Back in my day all fights were wrestler vs wrestler or team vs team. But when in Rome do as the Romans. Until you cave their skull in and do it your way.

Look around measuring up the competition.

The Hell Machine: Wrestled these guys and I got their number. But me and the kid do not have the team work to dial it. These guys are good. Understand tag team wrestling even if their work is sloppy. Hopefully one of the other teams take them out or injure them. Not thinking it is likely.

AirCrash or Strike or Raid.: These guys show potential. They have speed and technique. They're also showboats. Want to hit all their fancy little moves instead of winning the match. That is why they lost the three corner fight the other night. The champs only care about winning.

"Hey kid what is that last team called!?!""

"The Brat Patrol Hayden and Criss"

The Brat Patrol: They look like spoiled little wimps. But I checked them out and they held their own with that Master Bastard and his Kid Bastard. Might be more to them than they are letting on.

I don't like this. There are only 75 people in the audience and as far as I know the show was arranged at the last minute, On top of that we are going on last. What kinda promotion puts the tag titles on last. Then again the CCW champion is not here. That makes it more suspicious. That Dixon asshole has been on every show regardless of city or attendance.

Great the damn barking started.

****

Great my music started!!! I'm excited for this match. If I focus and use teamwork I know me and Sarge can be CCW tag tam champions. When I started at the Power House I never dreamed I would be teaming with Sergent Sargent.

"SARGE!!!!"
"SARGE!!!!"
"SARGE!!!!"

Well Sarge is popular maybe they have warmed up on me.

"FUCK YOU OVERDOG!!!!"
"FUCK YOU OVERDOG!!!!"

Maybe not. Now the Brat Patrol's music started. Sounds like the theme song to 90210. They look like the jocks I went to high school with. Believe it or not I was not really picked on. Mainly because of me being on the wrestling team and the football team being terrible.

"Look pops we want to give this to you to make up for the beating you're going to take."

Criss just put a 20 dollar bill in Sarge's hand.

****

Why that smug little son of a bitch.

I punch the blond one in the mouth. I get on top of him and start raining down punches.

****

Sarge took down Criss. But he forgot about Hayden who started choking Sarge with his sweater. I dropkick Hayden in the back of the head. He gets up and comes at me but I hip toss him. Now Criss comes at me and I hip toss him. They come at me for a double clothesline but I duck and Sarge backdrops them over the top rope.

Now the Sirens start blaring. That is AirStrike's theme song.

****
Here comes AirStrike. They catch me and the kid off guard. I am fighting the one called Bomber. A bit short but a solid build. He leap frogs the Bayonet and I take a spill outside. Before I can get back in I'm ambushed by the Brat Patrol.

****

Uh oh looks like I am fighting AirStrike by myself for now. Why are the Hell Machine not here yet. I hit Bomber and Raider with forearms.I try to hit a double hip toss but they block and hit me with a double sidekick. Raider slams me in the center of the ring and hits a senton followed by Bomber hitting a leg drop. But this being AirStrike they do not go for the pin.

Bomber tosses me off the top rope onto a prone Raider who holds his knees up. They are still not going for the pin because they have not done all of their moves.

****

For two wimps these guys are laying a beating on me. The blond one threw me into the dark haired one who clothesline me with his sweater. Gotta hand it to em these guys know how to use a sweater as a weapon.

Now what the hell is this, they are using the sweater to slingshot a chair at me. The blond one is holding me and the sleeves of the sweater as the dark haired one fires the chair. Here it comes.

****

Not sure how I am still conscious they hit me with every double team they know. Then every double team the Amazing Tuxedos knew and even a few of Desecration's double teams. Last one they hit me with was the colliding knees on the ring apron.

"ARE YOU READY FOR THE CRUSH!!!"

****

Blond wimp is out and I cracked the other wimp's face with a chair when he checked on his buddy. Think I can get some more use outta this chair.

****

The AirStrike Crush is a really popular finisher. The Satan Equation passed it in popularity but fans still love it.

"KILL THE DOG!!!"
"KILL THE DOG!!!"

They stand me up. Here it comes.

****
Damn it I'm too late they just tore the kid's head off with a combo thrust kick/knee clip. Well I can still take them out.

"Bomber look out the fossil is up!!"

CRACK!!!!

Down goes Bomber. Here comes the other one named Raider. He does two cartwheels and tries to spin kick me but I duck.

BASH!!!!

I pin Raider 1....2....3.

"TEN MINUTES FIFTY SIX SECONDS, THE TEAM OF AIRSTRIKE IS ELIMINATED!!!!"

One down and two to go.that is if the champs ever show. Now the blond sissy has crawled in the ring. Before he can get up I smash him across the back with the chair then hit my standing neckbreaker.

1....2.....3.

"ELEVEN MINUTES TWENTY EIGHT SECONDS, THE BRAT PATROL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!"

Before I can wonder where the Hell Machine is I find out. They attack me from behind. I fight out of that devil doodad move then crack the fat one over the head with the chair. The musclehead charges me and I hit the Bayonet. 1....2.... What in the blue fuck?? That stringy haired poof just pulled the ref out of the ring. Well I'm gonna enjoy this. I punch him as hard as I can. Look down and see blood on my fist.

"SARGE!!!!"
"SARGE!!!!"
"SARGE!!!"

Next thing I know I'm seeing stars. That Master Bastard bastard and that Kid Bastard attacked me. Kid Bastard is peppering me with forearms and stomps. I thumb the little fucker in the eye and toss him into daddy. I clothesline them both outta the ring. Next thing I hear is a garbage can being thrown. It's the Ghetto Breaker, before he can do anything I hit him with a VCR that was inside the can. He's bleeding now.

I hit the Bayonet on him. I have not heard a bell so I look for either hibby or jibby to pin. When I see the giant mother fucker step in the ring.

"Well well Mr.Cell Blok we meet again."

He is just staring at me. So I punch him in the nose.

Nothing

I hit him again.

Nothing

I pick up the chair and about to swing for the fences. But before that the Hell Machine recovered. They hit me with their finisher. 1....2....3. I'm not unconscious because there is not a man on this planet tough enough to knock me out.

But these guys are not done yet. Master Bastard broke that cane over my head. Ghetto Breaker stapled my head open. Cell Blok cut me with a broken bottle then Choke Slammed me thru the time keeper's table. Lost a lot of blood. Still trying to get up when the CCW champ Whatshisface jumped out of the crowd and hit me with a chair. I start pulling myself up and I See him getting ready to hit me again.No not gonna be knocked ou......

Savage Sports Stories Day 25

26.

"What the hell was that?!?!"

"Well I uh won my match."

"Not what I meant. What the hell was the Sergent doing helping you off that table!?!"

"That didn't happen I got a burst of adrenaline. Isn't that right Sarge? "

"What difference does it make? The boy won the match!!"

"What difference? Here in CCW we believe in fair play!!! Our matches are 1 on 1 contest that end cleanly!!!"

"Now wait one damn second Wyles. Earlier I watched that Ghetto Breaker staple that guy dressed like a Pumkin's head. Then run into him with a player piano."

"Exception to the rule!!!"

"Well before that I saw some fat guy throw some skinny guy into a pit of...."

"It doesn't matter!!! CCW is taking that DEATHcore belt!!!"

"THAT IS IT WYLES!!!!"

Before I grab Wyles by the throat this huge motherfucker dressed like an inmate steps in front of me...

"Heh heh that's right Sarge. Meet Cell Blok, the one man prison. I got him on work furlough years ago out of Massachusetts. Maybe you recognize him from the attack ads with the prison trampoline. Well he works for me and I promise he will not let anybody touch me!!!"

I eye ball this big son of a bitch. Yeah he is plenty big and he looks tough. Covered in tattoos. The kind you only can get in the big house. I did a term or two in the county jail myself.

"I have took down bigger and tougher than you. I beat Tyranos the Titan and Battle Behemoth. Lets dance!!!"

"Wait wait wait!!!! Sergent please I was not threatening you. I just wanted to demonstrate I was not defenseless. How bout I give you something instead...."

********

That was an ugly scene. I was afraid Sarge was actually going to fight Cell Blok. I doubt I have anything in my vest that could take him down. He could probably take two joy buzzers. Instead Mr.Wyles is giving me and Sarge a shot at the CCW tag team titles held by the Hell Machine.

I look over and see Sarge getting into his wrestling gear. Well he did not have his gear. We had to go by Walmart and buy a pair of black sweat pants. He made a" C.CGD'nW" shirt into a tank. He is putting a thick black brace on his knee.

"Hey Sarge why do you need the knee brace?"

"None of your concern. Just to keep everything in place. You need to pay attention to our match. If I... I mean we win the CCW tag belts. Old man Johansen will have no choice but to accept me. What do you know about these two Mibby and JIbby? "

"Mojo and Bobo the Hell Machine. They are managed by Azreal St.Hades. He use to work at Kroger's til he won the lotto and entered Pro Wrestling. He hired Mojo and Bobo to be his Hell Machine. He always talks about putting the conformist in their place. They traded the tag belts back and forth with AirStrike Bomber and Raider the last six months."

"Asked for the time not how to build a clock."

*******

This will be my first match since Lighting Lord messed up my knee. I have to do something about this awful music. A basic drum solo or some Sabbath anything but the barking.

Now this monk chanting heavy metal bullshit started. Here comes the Hell Machine. One is a fat tub, with his face covered in animal blood. The other is some roided up color guy with his hair in dreads and wearing an eye patch. Being lead to the ring by some skinny wimp.

"Listen to me boy. I'm going to grab you and you follow my lead exactly."

******

Sarge grabs my wrist and whips me into the ropes he flips me over the top rope onto the Hell Machine. I take all three of them down but i'm a little woozy myself. Mojo is back on his feet. Before he can hit me Sarge grabs his arm and throws him over the guard rail. Should of paid attention because because Bobo just threw me into the ring post.

*******

Well looks like my plan worked. We got the first major offense on the champions then I separated them to take away their team work advantage. Leaving the kid alone with fat stuff was a a risk. But watching all that tape of him he should handle himself.

Hibby here is tougher than I expected. No formal combat training. Just a roided out brawler. FUCK!!! He just hit me with a chair. God damn does that smart. I thumb him in the throat and suplex him on a row of chairs.

"SARGE SARGE SARGE!!!!!"

******

Things could be going better. Bobo tossed me into the ring post. Now he has me in the ring and has been finding new ways to sit on me. It hurts but nothing I have not gotten worse fighting King B or Monolith.

"Make him burn in the agony of fire Bobo my pet!!!!"

Looks like Azreal St.Hades recovered.. Ugh!! Bobo just kicked me in the stomuch. Now he has me over his head and is looking at the left side of the ring. This is not good.

********
The kid is in trouble. .Fatso is about to toss him into the third row. I can't make it in time. I throw a chair at fat stuff as hard as I can Ha Ha I caught him right in the eye. Bleed pig bleed!!!!

Aw shit, I forgot about the darky. He clipped me in my knee. Fuck I can't get up. Junior is on his own.

******

Somebody threw a chair at Bobo before he could kill me. I hit the Overbulldog on him 1... Mojo pulled me off and he looks mad. I start hitting him as hard as I can. Right when he seems to be falling back Bobo hit me from behind. They toss me into the ropes and toss me in the air. I have to time this just right and I ddt both of them.

"OVERDOG OVERDOG OVERDOG!!!!!"

Now they are cheering me again. No time to think about that I try to cover Mojo 1...2 he kicks out. I go to Bobo 1...2... he kicks out. I climb the top rope but Azreal St.Hades is on the apron. I hit St.Hades with a flying clothesline.

"CCW,CCW!!!!!"

I stand up and hold my arms up to celebrate but Bobo has me by my mask and lifts me into the ring. I try to hit him but he grabs my arm and hit the "Satan Equation" 1.....2.....3....

"Boooooooo!!!!!!"
"Fuck you Overdog!!!!!"

*******

God Damn it, I just heard the bell ring right when my knee unlocked. Look over and I see Fatso and the roid case holding Overdog so the skinny poof can slap him. Wait he has some kinda paint he is smearing on him. I hit the skinny wimp with the Bayonet. His guy try to attack but I pick up that chair I hit the fat guy with and they retreat.

"SARGE SARGE SARGE!!!!!"

And now the kids awful music is playing.

Savage Sports Stories Day 24

25.

TerroRantula just wiped me and Sarge out with a double springboard clothesline. Sarge rolls out of the ring and drags me with him.

"Look son do not fight his fight!! Stay calm make him play your game."

"What is my game?"

"Connect Four!! You know what you are good at. Stick to that and not Spider Boy's game."

I roll back in the ring I see TerroRantula is in the corner doing some chanting. It is in Spanish so I am not sure what he is saying. Now he is in the ring ropes crawling around the ring.

He just tried to tackle my legs but I dodged at the last second. No he is back in the ropes. Last time I tried to attack him. That was a big mistake. He tied me up in a submission hold. If it had been a W*RE DEATHcore title match I would of lost. But non title he had to break the hold..


He just dived at my legs and got me on the mat. Trying to wrestle my way out but he is too fast. It is hard to keep a hold on him. I got him in a arm bar. GAH!!! He just gougued my eye. Follows it up with some punches. Not a big guy but his punches hurt as much as most big guys. With his speed that is bad. He tries to whip me into the ropes I reverse but he flips over my back and dropkicks me out of the ring. Before i can recover he dives at me thru the ropes and knocks me into the front row. Before I even get up I see him leaping from the top rope to the floor.

******

The kid is in trouble. This Rantula asshole is the real deal. Never seen anybody so fast. He just leaped from the ring to the first row. Now he just backflipped from the guard rail to kick Overdog in the head.

"CCW!!!!"
"CCW!!!!"

Why are they chanting that? The spider did all the work. Okay time to step in. Come up with a cover story later. Hmm maybe I don't have to step in just yet.

*****
Where am I? Wait remember TerroRantula nearly knocked me out with that flying Pele kick. Gotta think, gotta be something I can use in my flak jacket. Got it shine a flash light in his face. That would not work in W*RE but this place is so dimly lit it blinds TerroRantula briefly. Clothesline him over the guardrail and hit an elbow drop jumping off the guardrail. Go for the pin on the floor 1...... He kicked out. Have to remember under DEATHcore rules falls count anywhere. Have him by his dreadlocks but before I can throw him into the rail. He reverse ddt's me off the railing. He is not going for the pin. Instead he is setting up a table against the railing.

Okay can't go out like this. I hit as hard a forearm as I can. Followed by two more and toss him in the ring. Go for the Overbulldog but he slipped out and reverse suplexes me. He goes for the Spider Splash but I get my knees up. Try for the Overkiller but he reverses it into a roll up 1...2.... No I got out. He was already up and hit a running kick. That knocked me out of the ring.

*****

Kid had some fight left in him but this guy is too much. Have a chair handy to split Charlotte's scalp open. But look at this, Rantula is not going for a pin. He is putting Overdog on the table.


*****

Move....... Move........ MOVE!!!!! Why can't I move? Even if it has only been a few seconds it feels like hours. TerroRantula leaps off the top rope. CRASH!!!!!!!

Hey I'm still alive what happened? Rantula is on the ground surrounded by a destroyed table. I got that burst of adrenaline I needed. Only one chance I put Rantula thru what is left of the table with the Overkiller 1.....2......3!!!!!

"FUCK YOU OVERDOG!!!!"
"FUCK YOU OVERDOG!!!!"
"FUCK YOU OVERDOG!!!!"

Savage Sports Stories Day 23

24.

"OVERDOG!!!! We are running our biggest match first!!!! You will be facing the TerrorRantula for the W*RE DEATHcore Championship!!!!!"

"TerroRantula? What kinda name is that? I don't remember approving any title match with no Spider Guy."

"Well Sarge, we have a legally binding contract with W*RE that says we get three W*RE DEATHcore title matches. So your wants are irrelevant, valid as they are."

"Wyles I warned you and now you are going to get it!!!"

Before I can grab the little creep by his throat, the lights start going on and off. Look up and I see this weird looking guy with dreadlocks hanging from the ceiling."

"SARGE LOOK OUT!!"

Just got kicked in the head. Can't believe how fast that guy is. Must think I'm out because he is checking on Wyles.

"Take more than that to put me down junior."

Clamp on the SargeLock. Before it is locked on he kicks off the wall behind me and flips me over. God Damn it my knee is locking up.

*******

Sarge is in trouble. He attacked Clayton Wyles which brought out the TerroRantula. Sarge is a lot tougher than the Masked Confederate and got up. But Sarge hurt his knee.

"Stay away from him!!!"

I tackle TerroRantula knocking him into the boxes. Some guys were changing clothes. We get seperated. I'm being held back by Pumpkin Skull and the team AirStrike. TerroRantula is being held back by Clayton Wyles. Like Wyles has him under a spell.

"This match will happen in the ring. Thank you for saving me TerroRantula."

Last part was in Spanish so I don't know what he said."

******

Wyles does not have good intentions. He ordered the spider guy to win the DEATHcore belt at all cost. Offered him some back up but spider guy refused. Kid better be careful. I tangled with that guy briefly and never experienced anything like that. Saw the first match they had on a handheld camera. Been hoping to avoid getting directly involved in a clean fight. Kid has too great a sense of fair play. It's going to get him killed. But not tonight.

That awful theme song plays and we go thru the curtain. Never saw a more disgusting non Vietnamese audience. Ugly, fat and an odor that would bring tears to a turd.

"FUCK YOU OVERDOG!!!"
"FUCK YOU OVERDOG!!!"

Looks like he has been making friends. Not surprised he is so hated here. Is he gonna talk to them.

"Uh look we got off on the wrong foot last time. I want you guys to like me."

What the fuck is wrong with him. He wants to be liked?

"Shut the hell up MAGGOTS!!!! Overdog does not give a rat's ass if you like him or not. But you will love him after he makes your hero go splat."

That was a tough balance to keep. These people only understand one thing. But gotta keep my cartoon image going for the kid.

What?? Lights are flickering on and off again while the weirdest music plays. Where is he? He is not coming from the locker room. Maybe he is under the ring. the N-BOMBER did that trick in 1989 during my last match in WAVE. Before I can check. I see him standing on the top rope. Before I can do anything he hits us both with a flying clothesline.

Savage Sports Stories Day 22

23.

Kid was quiet the entire drive here. Something is bothering him. I know that he had a bad run down here. Saw his match with the CCW champion on one of the tapes One Man Army got me. Got the feeling something else happened. Would not give a fuck normally but I need this kid in one piece for the time being.

This place is a shithole.. I wrestled at a pork rendering plant in NAM nicer than this, smelled better too.

"Sarge I gotta get in my gear."

"Right here? This dump... place does not have a locker room? "

"Unfortunately the Combat Collective Arena dos not provide a dressing room or showers. So we take turns getting dressed behind these boxes."

Who in the hell is this? Some fruit dressed like....

"Wristlock Holmes, I missed you my last night of the tour."

"Yes unfortunately during my bout in Birmingham I suffered quite the nasty cut in battle with the Ghetto Breaker. I had deduced he was going to use that broken bottle on me. But my calculations were off as he did not cut my forehead but rather my abdominal area. Despite Mr.Wyles assurances to the contrary, my physician told me to take time off."

"It was good talking to you Mr.Holmes. I gotta get dressed."

Trying to place where I have seen this poof before. I think he was after my time.

"Ah Sergent Sargent it a pleasure meeting you. By the time I started wrestling in the states you had disappeared from the mainstream. What is your relationship with young Overdog?"

"I see a lotta potential in the boy. So I became his coach. Gonna help him get to the next level."

"Hmm that seems out of your normal character."

"What are you talking about pal?"

"Tales of your debauchery were legend in the WAVE locker room. As were tales of your general selfishness and greed. Helping a struggling young wrestler like the Overdog does not meet your modus operandi."

"Get to your point. "

"Simply that it is more likely you saw Overdog and his devotion to you as a means to reentering a top wrestling promotion. You appear to have a more sinister goal that for the moment I am unable to ascertain."

I grab the poof by his throat and throw him into a wall.

"You listen to me you limey motherfucker. If you know what is good for you, you'll forget this conversation ever happened. Otherwise we'll see how observant you are minus an eye."

"Duly noted..."

"Where did Mr.Holmes go?"

"Said he had some business he needed to keep an eye on."


"OVERDOG!!! it is great to see you. I am so sorry about what happened. It was just a misunderstanding."

"Yeah sure.. Whatever you say Mr.Wyles."

"And Sergent Sargent!!! Wow we knew we were getting a top young star like Overdog. But to get the legendary Sergent Sargent is a great bonus!!!"

"Yeah I remember you Wyles. When I was champ you were a jock sniffer in the lockerroom. Desperate to find anybody you could manage Never had any use for managers in my day and have even less for wrestling promoters."

"Sarge say why don't you go introduce yourself to the CCW fans."

"So I can be ambushed by one of the losers that work for you? I'm not stupid Wyles."

"Of course you aren't Sergent. You are a legend and to be respected. I want you to enjoy your stay here."

"Oh I think I will. You just better hope we do not have any misunderstandings like you and Overdog had. I think you would regret it."

Savage Sports Stories Day 21

22.

Really nervous about this match. Even if it's not a brawl I can't see what chance I have with the Dynasty. He's bigger than me, stronger, faster and has better fundemental skills. Need to focus on what I am going to do. Music started up and I go thru the curtain.

"Fuck you Overdog!!!!" Clap Clap Clap "Fuck you Overdog!!!!" Clap Clap Clap

First thing I have to do is ignore them.

"Fuck you Overdog!!!!!!" Clap Clap Clap "Fuck you Overdog!!!!!"

"Shut up you idiots!!!!! Can't you do anything but chant you dumb motherfu...."

Oh my god I can't believe what I nearly said. Dynasty's music is starting. Some seventies band, Deep Purple or CCR.

"Booooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!"

I thought they hated me, they really hate the Dynasty. He looks like a champion. He is wearing powder blue trunks with black trim. Black boots with blue laces. Has this great looking robe. Must have cost a fortune. Only Violence Bravado and Sextillion Sinclair have better looking robes.

"Turn off the fucking music!!!!! I can't believe this is what I am defending the most prestigious championship in sports against!!!!"

His attitude seems different now.

"Some cartoon dog who is Ike Simmons bitch. I am a MOTHERFUCKING DYNASTY!!!!!!!!!! I do not take other peoples garbage and lower myself to compete with them. Hey Snoopy!!!!"

"Yes sir....."

"I am going to lower myself just this once and wrestle you. It will be a good clean wrestling match."

Why is he talking to me like this? Okay I'll shake his hand.

"That's a good dog."

He's rubbing my head. Who does this ass... jerk think he is?"

We lock up and he gets me in a headlock. His grip is loose. He thinks i'm a joke. I slip out and put him in a hammerlock. He slips around and reverses it. He still has a loose grip on me. Take my chance and flip over him. He runs at me and I hip toss him. He gets up and runs at me again and I hip toss him. Runs at me again and I dropkick him.

He slides out of the ring. Now he is clapping.

"Hey dog pretty good. Lets see you do that again."

He comes back in and we lock up. He puts me in a wrist lock. This time he has a tighter grip. Look over and he is talking to a shirtless fat guy in the front row. Guy is slapping his belly and Dixon is laughing. I grab the top rope and do a back flip and toss him over the top rope. Uh oh maybe that was a bad idea.

"You wanna play rough mongrel?!?! I'll show you rough."

He tries to clothesline me and I duck. Turn around and feel the air come out of me. He just kicked me in my testicles. On my knees trying to get up and WAM!!!!!! He kicked me in the head. GAH!!! He just punted me in the ribs.

He pulls me up by my mask. I punch him in the nose.

"Oh you got some fight in you?"

oh no I'm up in the air. Fought as hard as I could but picks me up effortlessly. Now he is holding me in the air. This is so humiliating. BASH!!! and I hit the mat. Wait he is not letting go I'm up in the air again and he snap suplexes me. Wait he still has not let go. I'm back in the air and he drops me across the top rope. Can't breathe only standing because I can hold the top rope. WAM!!!!!

Went out for a second. I think Dixon dropkicked me into the first row.

"Lets go Overdog!!!!!!"

Wait what was that.

"Lets go Overdog!!!!"

They're cheering me on. Try to climb thru the middle rope and Dixon knees my head. Go under the bottom rope and he stomps me. Try the top rope and he swings at me, but I duck and drop his throat over the top rope.Climb the turnbuckle. Only tried this once before. He gets up and I hit a flying dropkick. 1......2....... He kicks out, kips up to his feet and clothelines my head off. He starts choking me. Referee is not counting. Look into Dixon's eyes and it looks like he wants to kill me. Normally would throw some powder in his eyes or use a joy buzzer. But he got me to leave my flak jacket in the back. Have to do something. Sorry Mr.Plant. I put my thumb in Dixon's eye.

"OWWW son of a bitch!!!!"

Crawling to the bottom rope. But he has already recovered and stomped me in the head. He goes outside and tosses a chair in the ring. Now he has the mic.

"You know what?!?! Fuck this shit. I am going to do what Ike Simmons never could. I am going to break this faggot's neck and end his career!!!!!"

C'mon get up C'mon!!!!!! Do it for Janet. No she doesn't care. Do it for mom. No mom's dead. God I have to fight for something.

"Fuck him up Dynasty, fuck him up!!!!!"

But they were cheering just a few minutes ago.

He has got me by my mask. He is setting me up for the Ike Breaker. I saw him do it to Kid Bastard last night. Called it "The Dynasty Quest".

"Kill the Dog!!!! Kill the Dog!!!!"

Found my reason to fight. To not give these creeps what they want. I could tell looking at his execution he is no Ike Simmons. I have had the real thing applied to me many times. He lifts me up and I flip thru it. Now I OVERBULLDOG HIM INTO THE CHAIR 1........2.... Somebody just pulled the referee out of the ring. It's Mr.Wyles. Why is he doing this? He gave me Tang. He gave me Tang!!!!!!!!

"Why are you doing this??? You said you liked me!!!!!!"

"Do you think for one second I would allow the promotion I built by myself from the ground up to be represented by a LOSER!!!!!!"

"You Son of a bitch!!!"

Just as I am about to punch Clayton Wyles into next week. I feel somebody grab me. Everything went black after that. Looking at a tape I saw Jason Dixon hit me with his real finisher the German suplex,

"Hey boy wake up!!!!!"

"Sarge????"

"Yeah I asked you where we were gonna wrestle. You said Combat Collective and then you just stared out the window for an hour."

"Oh sorry Sarge."

"Hey partner don't worry about it we're here."

Savage Sports Stories Day 20

21.

"OVERDOG!!!! Your performance in Chattanooga last night was the greatest display of courage in the history of sports!!!!!!!"

"Oh hi Mr.Wyles."

"Tonight you at the CCW Arena you are wrestling the Combat Collective World Heavyweight champion "The Dynasty" Jason Dixon and it is for the CCW title!!!!!!"

"I uh don't know what to say.."

"I wanted to reward your performance over the last week. and it is part of the agreement with w*re....."

"What does Jason Dixon think of this?"

"Why not ask him yourself? Hey you should also tell him to shine that belt up. I think we will have a new champion!!"

Wrestling "The Dynasty" Jason Dixon is a really big deal. He is one of the ten best wrestlers in the country. Not as big as Ransom Fortune or Ike Simmons but still a big deal.

He has been CCW champion for the last two years after his feud with the Master Bastard. It was a huge thing at the time. Everybody I knew who watched wrestling talked about it. Even the W*RE lockerroom was caught up in it. He had been disguising himself as the Red Valley Revenger to ambush the Master Bastard during matches. It all came to ahead at Cold Snap 96. The cage flooded with Revenger's then the lights went out and the real Red River Revenger appeared. He took out all the fakes then took out Master Bastard and Dixon. That lead to CCW's first ever pay per view. Collective Carnage. Jason Dixon defeated both the Master Bastard and the Red River Revenger. I know with masked wrestlers, impostors are serious business. I'm lucky not to be famous enough that anyone would try.

Okay I found Jason Dixon.

"Excuse me Mr.Dixon?"

"Call my Dynasty kid."

"Um Dynasty, Mr.Wyles said we were um wrestling tonight. I wanted to uh shake your hand."

"Overdog it is a pleasure to meet you."

"We met before sir."

"Really?"

"Two years ago you were suppose to wrestle Power Keg at Violent Night. He did not show and you issued an open challenge. I was the second guy to come out."

"Oh yeah yeah you were Reed Richards."

"No sir that is Mr.Fantastic leader of the Fantastic Four."

"Oh..... Anyway glad to meet you. I see we have some common enemies."

"........"

"Ike Simmons, he cost you your chance at the West Coast Heritage championship. Then he busted you up on R*PPED. Yeah Ike was always a glory hog prima donna. I remember when I beat the Amazing Tuxedo Brothers for the Omniversal tag titles he grabbed both belts. I was the one who did all the work. But old Ike he had to grab the spotlight. That is why I busted his head in with that statue that Clayton Wyles commissioned of us.. God I loved watching him bleed.........."


"Mr.Dixon?????"

"Oh sorry got lost in a memory. Bet old Ike talks about me constantly. Especially after I scorched him verbally that one time on TV."

"Sir I have never had a conversation with Ike Simmons."

"Well anyway Overdog. I have been watching you this week. I know you have had trouble assimilating into the Collective."

" Well sir...."

"Hey the reason is you are a real wrestler. I get why you wear the flak jacket. Need to be prepared. ..But listen that is beneath you. When we wrestle it will be the Combat Collective vs W*RE!!!!!!! Don't you think that should be in a true wrestling match. Leave the gimmicks back here buddy."

"Okay Mr.Dixon, uh I mean Dynasty."

Here comes Mr.Wyles.

"I hope you boys had a fantastic talk!!!!!"

"Clayton I think me and Overdog are going to be great friends and will put on a wrestling clinic."

Savage Sports Stories Day 19

20.

The tour with CCW did not go any better after the first night. I had to work the entire loop alone. Confederate claimed he had a heart attack that first night. Not that he was going to help me.

Birmingham Alabama: Wrestled the GORkilla in a non title match. Guy is as wide as a truck and has limbs like tree trunks. He shrugged off everything I tried. Lost when I tried the Overkiller and he turned it into the GorkillAGE submission. He suplexed me to the concrete after the match.

Atlanta Georgia: I wrestled the TerroRantula in a non title match. TerroRantula is the strangest guy I ever wrestled. He has an unorthodox style. Uses the ropes for almost everything. Even on the floor he scaled the railing and walls to bounce off of for moves. Flak jacket did no good. Could not figure out what would work. He was too fast and moved in erratic patterns. Lost the match after being hit by Separation Anxiety.

Chattanooga Tennessee: I wrestled Kid Bastard in a W*RE DEATHcore title match. The title being on the line lit a fire under me. I took the Kid down using basic amateur wrestling. He was not big or strong enough to power out so I controlled the match. Pinned him with the Overbulldog after he tried hitting the Junior Bastard Cuttet.

The Master Bastard attacked me after the match. Busted me up with that Kendo Stick. Then put me thru the time keeper's table with the Bastard Bomb.


Louisville Kentucky: I had a three way Dance of Death vs Master Bastard vs Ghetto Breaker. This was Elimination rules and for my belt. They piled on me at the start. Hitting a few basic double teams. Then the weapon shots started. Kendo Stick!!!! Garbage Can!!!!! Kendo Stick!!!!! Garbage Can!!!! I should of been finished. But that belt kept me going.

Waited for my chance and ducked just as the Kendo Stick smashed into Ghetto Breaker's head. Took my chance and threw powder into Master Bastard's face and dropkicked him out of the ring. Ghetto Breaker was trying to stand up but I finished him with the Overkiller.

I saw the Bastard about to get back into the ring. I hit him with a baseball slide. Then dove over the top onto him. "CCW!!!!" "CCW!!!" The chants are driving me crazy. They do it after everything. Anytime a lady is at ringside, they chant to see her naked. If they don't like somebody they call him a fag. Or if somebody is fat they chant "He's a fat hog." A HOG is just a FAT PIG!!!! THAT IS REDUNDANT!!!!! JUST WATCH THE DAMN MATCH!!! Look at me using language I never used before. This place was getting to me.

Me and the Bastard fought all over the building. I was trying my best but he was too big and strong. I put Kid Bastard thru a table with the Overkiller. But Master Bastard took the chance to chokeslam me.

Instead of pinning me he was going to hit me with the Bastardsault. The only thing helping was it took him awhile to catch his balance. Felt thru my bag and HOOONNNKKKK!!!!!! The air horn startled him and he crotched himself on the top rope. I recovered enough to hit a backdrop superplex on him. Never lifted anybody that big. Back muscles felt like they were tearing. Know how Ransom Fortune felt when he slammed Tyranos the Titan.

I climb onto the Bastard and 1....2....3!!!!!! They are actually cheering me. Then they realize I beat the Master Bastard and start chanting "YOU SUCK DICK, YOU SUCK DICK!!!!"

I gotta get out of here.

Savage Sports Stories Day 18

19.

"Now look loosa I'm gon do alla the talkin. You just stand there and look like a loosa."

"Well sir Mr.Wyles said...."

"You don tell me about that back stabbin coont!!!! Im the Masked Confederate!!! These are my peeple!!!

Well The Confederate greatly misread the mood of his people. They really hated him and me too. Confederate did not make it any better.

"Dis place should be made out of old corn cobs because it is full a shit!!!!"

I try to take the mic but he shoves me back.

"You suck dick, you suck dick!!!!"

This is really not my kind of crowd. I have watched enough Combat Club to know this.

"IF I a sucka dick then you all must be a whippin em out. You all are hung like cranberries!!!!!"

Okay that's a head scratcher.

"This promotion is pathetic. So pathetic that this loosa right here with his rinky dunk belt can beat yo best!!!!!"

Uh wait now. I take the mic from Confederate's hand.

"Uh yeah listen I respect....."

"Shut the fuCK Up. Shut the fuck up!!!!"

Can't these people do anything but chant.

"Yeah listen you should probably be quiet. I mean there are kids here."

Looks like i'm getting thru to this ten year old. He wants to say something.

"FUCK YOU FAGGOT!!!!!!"

Oh my gosh. Now his dad is high fiving him.

"Now that is enough. Don't you people have any decency!?!?!"

"Go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself!!!!"

That is it!!!!

"I am not going to disrespect myself by wrestling in a place like this. I am the W*RE DEATHcore Champion. I should not be here!!!!"

About to step thru the ropes when I get hit by a garbage can. It's the Ghetto Breaker. He hits me with a spinebuster across the can. Feel like I'm broke in two. He hits me with an old Nintendo. What a waste somebody could be using it. Also ow....

Now he hits me in the gut with a plunger. He is putting it on my face and plunging. I can hear the fans laughing. Let me feel thru my jacket. Got it. I take out my squirt gun filled with hot sauce and catch Ghetto Breaker in the eyes. Now is my chance to hit the Overbulldog. Can't pin him so I just start hitting him.

Bam!!! Somebody kicked me in the head. It's the Master Bastard. I thumb him in the eye and shove him in the corner and start hitting him. Oh no Ghetto Breaker is getting up.

Where's the Confederate????? I look over and see him on the ground clutching his chest. Look him in the eyes for a second and he turns his head.

I bounce off the Bastard onto Ghetto Breaker who catches me with a powerslam. Gonna try to get up. But I see Kid Bastard toss his dad a kendo stick. Next thing I see is a flash of light as I lose conciosness.