Epilogue
2
Why did Sarge do it? That thought has gone thru my head every day since Caged Hate. At first I thought he did it to give Ruination X2K another title. But that night Martin Morris lost the W*RE Planetary title to Todd Ripstone. It was a three way fight with Morris vs Ripstone vs Monolith.
I did not get to watch it that night since I was too busy being sewed up. My nose and left hand were broken and I had to get 120 stiches on my chest and face.
Anyway I watched the tape of the match a few days later. Martin Morris was pinned by Ripstone while Monolith "Crush Slammed" every member of Ruination. Every member but Sergent Sargent. Bantam told me that Morris went crazy in the locker room looking for Sarge.
.
But if he was not doing it for Ruination why did he do it? I thought I could confront him at the apartment. But when i got home all of his stuff was gone, including my Horse Power the Movie Poster.
******
So I'm in this shithole in Tampa fighting in front of 1,500 assholes. I'm defending the Combat Collective Wrestling DEATHcore title against this guy called Sexcaliber. I just hit him with a powerslam and now I'm taking out my Bayonet and cutting him up. Been waiting to cut this guy for a long time. He decided he wanted to pick a fight with me when I first got here.
SARGE!!!!
SARGE!!!!
SARGE!!!!
When I first got here they just chanted CCW. I changed that right away.
Okay I made this guy bleed enough, time to clamp on the Sargelock to get the submission.
So how did I end up here? Well after I got my money from Johansen and took the DEATHcore belt out of Caged Hate I saw Wyles sitting at the hotel bar crying.
"No no no I'm ruined. I didn't get the DEATHcore belt and I lost Cell Blok, Master Bastard and TerroRantula for at least a month. All those refunds 'sob'."
"Stop your crying Wyles."
"No don't hit me I'm a hemophiliac!!!"
"Not gonna hit you Wyles. You see what I'm carrying?"
"The DEATHcore belt. Yeah so what?"
"You idiot I'm not under contract to any W*RE. You sign me and gimme 15,000 dollars and CCW just signed the W*RE DEATHcore Champion."
Well my heart just melted seeing his beady little eyes light up.
Now why did I take the belt away from the kid?
****
Why did Sarge do it? Well the obvious reason was not the reason. Was it money? He did end up in CCW defending the DEATHcore belt. But he could make more money wrestling in W*RE, especially as a member of Ruination.
I think I know why he did it. All the pieces eventually fit together. Especially when Mr.Johansen told me I was the number one contender to Bleached Evil's Hemisphere title.
****
Wrestling passed me by. I'm not some old timer who refuses to admit that. I thought if I got back in the spotlight all my problems would be over. I would beat anyone they put in front of me and that would be that. But I get there and everybody plays these games. Trying to manipulate you to get what they want. Everybody but the kid. He always said what he believed and all he wanted was to help his friends. Even if they never helped him back.
I watched him die a slow death defending that DEATHcore title. Each night he was leaving another piece of himself in the ring. He also decided I was his best buddy in the whole world which put a target on his back. So I knew one way to solve every problem we had.
I climbed inside of Caged Hate and took the DEATHcore belt from Overdog. Not surprised he fought back. Am surprised he put ten stitches in my lip. But it showed me he could survive on his own.
So Overdog is no longer having to fight the DEATHcore freaks since he is no longer champion. I left W*RE, so Johansen no longer has a reason to hate the kid, and I turned on Overdog in front of the world. So Martin Morris thinks we are enemies and will not try to get back at me thru the kid. Gotta admit Morris losing the W*RE Planetary title was a bonus.
Why did I choose CCW? Because it is the only place that felt right to me since I came back to the states. No games, all I have to do is kill or be killed. Just the way I want it.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Savage Sports Stories Day 61
Epilogue 1
About an hour before Caged Hate.
"What are you doing in my office Sargent?"
"Office?? That's being mighty generous. Why this looks more a janitor's closet. Isn't that the furnace?"
"What do you want? You beat Darren Glass. It took twenty people but you should be happy."
"Watch the attitude Johansen or I might change my mind."
"Change your mind about what?"
"About giving you the chance to be rid of me."
"Okay Sargent I'm listening."
"You pay me 300,000 dollars and I walk out of W*RE without a fight. I walk out of this arena and you never see me again."
"300,000 dollars? You know I can't cut a check that big, just like that."
"Of course you can. You made enough selling shirts tonight to pay me 500,000."
"But you said it was 300,000."
"Price went up while you waited."
"Okay okay 500,000."
"That's not all."
"More money? "
"Would be nice but no. It's about Overdog."
"What about him?"
"When he loses this Caged Hate I don't want him to get a rematch for the DEATHcore title. In fact I want him to get a shot at the Hemisphere championship."
"I can't just do that. I have to go thru the championship committee and Morris is still majority owner."
"Don't gimme that crap. The kid has not lost a match in months and has been facing tough competition. The magazines have him in the W*RE top five. Besides we both know you control the committee with your stooges running things."
"Okay okay you've got a deal."
"Listen to me Johansen. You better leave the kid alone or I will be back. Do you understand?"
"Yes I understand."
"Good I want my money upfront."
About an hour before Caged Hate.
"What are you doing in my office Sargent?"
"Office?? That's being mighty generous. Why this looks more a janitor's closet. Isn't that the furnace?"
"What do you want? You beat Darren Glass. It took twenty people but you should be happy."
"Watch the attitude Johansen or I might change my mind."
"Change your mind about what?"
"About giving you the chance to be rid of me."
"Okay Sargent I'm listening."
"You pay me 300,000 dollars and I walk out of W*RE without a fight. I walk out of this arena and you never see me again."
"300,000 dollars? You know I can't cut a check that big, just like that."
"Of course you can. You made enough selling shirts tonight to pay me 500,000."
"But you said it was 300,000."
"Price went up while you waited."
"Okay okay 500,000."
"That's not all."
"More money? "
"Would be nice but no. It's about Overdog."
"What about him?"
"When he loses this Caged Hate I don't want him to get a rematch for the DEATHcore title. In fact I want him to get a shot at the Hemisphere championship."
"I can't just do that. I have to go thru the championship committee and Morris is still majority owner."
"Don't gimme that crap. The kid has not lost a match in months and has been facing tough competition. The magazines have him in the W*RE top five. Besides we both know you control the committee with your stooges running things."
"Okay okay you've got a deal."
"Listen to me Johansen. You better leave the kid alone or I will be back. Do you understand?"
"Yes I understand."
"Good I want my money upfront."
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Savage Sports Stories Day 60
Caged Hate
EXIT
Barbaracles and Cell Blok fell into the barbwire and exploding boards. That's it everyone in Caged Hate is down but me. I pick up the DEATHcore title and drape it over my shoulder.
"WIRE!!!! WIRE!!!! WIRE!!!!!"
I guess this was a hit with the fans. Oh man think I'm going to collapse. My legs feel like lead. Okay cage door is open. I think my hand is broken from when Cell Blok stomped it earlier.
"Oh my god...."
Cell Blok is getting up.
No he collapsed on top of Barbaracles. I'm on the floor now just need to open the gate and this is over. Fans are getting louder. Can't see anything, blood keeps getting in my eyes. Gate is unlocked.
SLAM!!!!!!!!
What?????? The gate just got slammed in my face. Was just stomped in the head. Wh who?? There is nobody left. Gotta clean my eyes. No no it can't be.
"Sarge????? Why are you doing this?"
The only answer I get is a punch in the face and I fall back down. This doesn't make any sense. Why would Sarge do this? He picks up the DEATHcore belt and goes for the door.
I think of my life. I think of the last six months. I think of Ike Simmons taking my first title shot. I think of King Behemoth getting injured fighting him because of me. I think of Clayton Wyles trying to humiliate me. I think of Janet dumping me. Then I think of how my childhood hero became my mentor and friend. I'm thinking of all the people that were hurt in this cage.
It would be an insult to them, to me and even Sergent Sargent himself to let him walk away with my belt.
"going somewhere s....sarge......"
Sarge turns around and looks at me and I attack. I tackle him into the cage door and hit him as hard as I can over and over. I try to claw his eyes out and pull out a chunk of his hair. He headbutts me in the face and I bite him on his lip. I can't tell if I am tasting his blood or my own.
Then I feel him grab my hair and throw me into the wall of the cage. Before everything goes black I watch Sarge step out of Caged Hate and hear the bell ring.
EXIT
Barbaracles and Cell Blok fell into the barbwire and exploding boards. That's it everyone in Caged Hate is down but me. I pick up the DEATHcore title and drape it over my shoulder.
"WIRE!!!! WIRE!!!! WIRE!!!!!"
I guess this was a hit with the fans. Oh man think I'm going to collapse. My legs feel like lead. Okay cage door is open. I think my hand is broken from when Cell Blok stomped it earlier.
"Oh my god...."
Cell Blok is getting up.
No he collapsed on top of Barbaracles. I'm on the floor now just need to open the gate and this is over. Fans are getting louder. Can't see anything, blood keeps getting in my eyes. Gate is unlocked.
SLAM!!!!!!!!
What?????? The gate just got slammed in my face. Was just stomped in the head. Wh who?? There is nobody left. Gotta clean my eyes. No no it can't be.
"Sarge????? Why are you doing this?"
The only answer I get is a punch in the face and I fall back down. This doesn't make any sense. Why would Sarge do this? He picks up the DEATHcore belt and goes for the door.
I think of my life. I think of the last six months. I think of Ike Simmons taking my first title shot. I think of King Behemoth getting injured fighting him because of me. I think of Clayton Wyles trying to humiliate me. I think of Janet dumping me. Then I think of how my childhood hero became my mentor and friend. I'm thinking of all the people that were hurt in this cage.
It would be an insult to them, to me and even Sergent Sargent himself to let him walk away with my belt.
"going somewhere s....sarge......"
Sarge turns around and looks at me and I attack. I tackle him into the cage door and hit him as hard as I can over and over. I try to claw his eyes out and pull out a chunk of his hair. He headbutts me in the face and I bite him on his lip. I can't tell if I am tasting his blood or my own.
Then I feel him grab my hair and throw me into the wall of the cage. Before everything goes black I watch Sarge step out of Caged Hate and hear the bell ring.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Savage Sports Stories Day 59
Caged Hate
LEVEL 1
No no no..... This is a disaster. Master Bastard got knocked out in level 2 of the cage, that Exit Wound kid never showed up and Cannibal Soldier and Vampire Vigilante got called to an Omeniac U seminar. My only hope is TerroRantula can win this.
"C'MON TERRORANTULA KILL THAT ASSHOLE!!!!"
I think he is over matched fighting that Barbariancles. Wait TerroRantula is doing it. He has that hairball staggering after a flurry of knees to the face. Yes He's going to the top rope. He hits a 450 to the standing Barbaracles. His knee went right in his head.
"YES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"
Great now Marc Chambers is eye balling me like I'm crazy.
"Eyes on the match spud I'm managing."
no no no no no NO!!!!!!!! Barbaracles is getting up. TerroRantula is going for the Spider Press. Barbaracles caught him.
"GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKING NO!!!!"
"Mr.Wyles you cannot use language like that on a W*RE broadcast."
"Oh save it for Nick Jr Chambers!!!!"
No he has TerroRantula pressed over his head he's going to drop him into the barbwire exploding boards. I can't watch.....
"HE CAUGHT THE CAGE!!!! HE CAUGHT THE FUCKING CAGE!!!!!! GO TERRORANTULA!!!!!!!!"
He is leaping back at Barbaracles
CLANG!!!!!
BOOM!!!!!!
barbaracles hit him with a chair and Rantula landed in the pit. thats it for ccw. all my dreams are dead. i might have to give refunds for that show i advertised bastard and rantula on. Wait no I still have Cell Blok.
"KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH CELL BLOK CARVE THE FUCKER UP!!!!"
****
TerroRantula just got dropped in the pit. It is just Barbaracles, Cell Blok and me. My best chance is to ambush them while they are fighting each other. I'm on top of the cage surrounding the ring in level 1. Here goes nothing. I leap off the cage with a flying body press.
They caught me. They throw me like a dart into cage wall around the ring. Gotta stay awake. Luckily they are more obsessed with fighting each other than taking my belt. Dragging myself to the door by the ring. Inch by inch. Once I get to the door all I have to do is get out of Caged Hate and I'm still champion. Right when I am at the door I feel a steel toed boot stomp my hand. Its Cell Blok he remembered me.
He picks me up by my throat and choke slams me in the ring. Thankfully I'm in a area where the cage blocks the pit. Try to pull myself up he takes my belt off of me and kicks me in the head. My nose is broken and my eye is swelling shut. He has a piece of glass cutting up my chest.
"ARRRGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Barbaracles clotheslined Cell Blok with his arm wrapped in a chain. Blok is down as Barabacles starts pummeling him. He slams Blok three times in a row. Then powerslams him into the cage.
Okay Greg now grab your belt and pull yourself together. The door is right there. Before I can open it I feel somebody grab my hair.
"Leavin so soon boy!!!!!!"
He slings me by my hair into the ring cage door. Holding myself up on the ropes. Before Barbaracles can grab the belt Cell Blok brained him with SAWdust ax handle and started choking him from behind. They are fighting all over the ring struggling for control of the ax handle.
Now they are fighting near the pit. Both of them are bleeding so bad I doubt they know where they are. C'MON Greg this is your last chance.
I start running and hit the biggest dropkick I can and
"BOOOOOOM!!!!!!!"
They both hit the pit. It's over.
LEVEL 1
No no no..... This is a disaster. Master Bastard got knocked out in level 2 of the cage, that Exit Wound kid never showed up and Cannibal Soldier and Vampire Vigilante got called to an Omeniac U seminar. My only hope is TerroRantula can win this.
"C'MON TERRORANTULA KILL THAT ASSHOLE!!!!"
I think he is over matched fighting that Barbariancles. Wait TerroRantula is doing it. He has that hairball staggering after a flurry of knees to the face. Yes He's going to the top rope. He hits a 450 to the standing Barbaracles. His knee went right in his head.
"YES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"
Great now Marc Chambers is eye balling me like I'm crazy.
"Eyes on the match spud I'm managing."
no no no no no NO!!!!!!!! Barbaracles is getting up. TerroRantula is going for the Spider Press. Barbaracles caught him.
"GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKING NO!!!!"
"Mr.Wyles you cannot use language like that on a W*RE broadcast."
"Oh save it for Nick Jr Chambers!!!!"
No he has TerroRantula pressed over his head he's going to drop him into the barbwire exploding boards. I can't watch.....
"HE CAUGHT THE CAGE!!!! HE CAUGHT THE FUCKING CAGE!!!!!! GO TERRORANTULA!!!!!!!!"
He is leaping back at Barbaracles
CLANG!!!!!
BOOM!!!!!!
barbaracles hit him with a chair and Rantula landed in the pit. thats it for ccw. all my dreams are dead. i might have to give refunds for that show i advertised bastard and rantula on. Wait no I still have Cell Blok.
"KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH CELL BLOK CARVE THE FUCKER UP!!!!"
****
TerroRantula just got dropped in the pit. It is just Barbaracles, Cell Blok and me. My best chance is to ambush them while they are fighting each other. I'm on top of the cage surrounding the ring in level 1. Here goes nothing. I leap off the cage with a flying body press.
They caught me. They throw me like a dart into cage wall around the ring. Gotta stay awake. Luckily they are more obsessed with fighting each other than taking my belt. Dragging myself to the door by the ring. Inch by inch. Once I get to the door all I have to do is get out of Caged Hate and I'm still champion. Right when I am at the door I feel a steel toed boot stomp my hand. Its Cell Blok he remembered me.
He picks me up by my throat and choke slams me in the ring. Thankfully I'm in a area where the cage blocks the pit. Try to pull myself up he takes my belt off of me and kicks me in the head. My nose is broken and my eye is swelling shut. He has a piece of glass cutting up my chest.
"ARRRGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Barbaracles clotheslined Cell Blok with his arm wrapped in a chain. Blok is down as Barabacles starts pummeling him. He slams Blok three times in a row. Then powerslams him into the cage.
Okay Greg now grab your belt and pull yourself together. The door is right there. Before I can open it I feel somebody grab my hair.
"Leavin so soon boy!!!!!!"
He slings me by my hair into the ring cage door. Holding myself up on the ropes. Before Barbaracles can grab the belt Cell Blok brained him with SAWdust ax handle and started choking him from behind. They are fighting all over the ring struggling for control of the ax handle.
Now they are fighting near the pit. Both of them are bleeding so bad I doubt they know where they are. C'MON Greg this is your last chance.
I start running and hit the biggest dropkick I can and
"BOOOOOOM!!!!!!!"
They both hit the pit. It's over.
WCW/nWo Nitro, September 29th 1997: Curt Hennig vs. The Giant
This match is shortly after Curt Hennig betrayed the Horsemen at Fall Brawl 97. Giant and Hennig had a really good match a month before but had a bullshit finish even I could not tolerate.
They have really great chemistry and I wish they could of gotten a ppv match. Hnnig bumps big for all of the Giant's stuff while Hennig is big enough to credibly beat up the Giant. This really reminds me of an old school Andre match. Giant dominates til Hennig ducks a clothesline and Giant takes a nasty tumble to the floor. Then Hennig actually hits the perfectplex on the Giant and the crowd lost it. I love when even the referee has a "holy shit!!" reaction. This being 1997 brings out the nWo and they beat down the Giant.
Note to Nexus this is how a gang beats down somebody. They swarm the Giant and he is still fighting back until Scott Norton clocks him with Hennig's United States championship. Then Sting comes out and shit gets crazy.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Savage Sports Stories Day 58
Caged Hate
Level 2
I drop into level 2 of Caged Hate. This level is more dangerous than Level 3 which only had a few basic weapons hanging around. This cage has the weapons and one wall covered in barbwire and the other is electrified. I look next to me and I see both members of Desecration 99 laying unconscious.
Nothing says I have to hurt anybody to win and as Sarge would say I'm not being paid by the hour so I run for the entrance to level 1. This could work and then I feel my arm wrenched out of its socket. The Judozer caught me.
****
Been working this circuit for years. I was the toughest prison guard to ever come out of Eugene Oregon. They called me the Warden because I ran the prison. Got into wrestling and I kept busting heads. But this? I never been in any shit like this. Just watched Sonny Fenix get blown up by Barbaracles.
"Arrrggghhhhhhhhh!!!!"
While I'm being cut up by this guy Cell Blok. God help me I hit this prag with everything on my belt and nothing. Hit him hard enough with my nightstick that his face is bruised and has welts. He just keeps moving forward like nothing matters. There I hit the Death Warrant.,
"Get up from that motherfucker!!!!"
"Gaahhhh"
He has me in a choke hold. Fuck I'm going under. Biting him and he sounds like it is getting him off.
SMASH!!!!!
He he let go. I was saved by SAWdust?
****
Judozer thinks I am unconscious and he just took the DEATHcore belt off of me. That was a bad idea since that made him a target. He got tackled by The Strawman. Do not know much about this guy. Sarge said he was maimed in Japan.
Judozer just flipped over Strawman and got him in an armbar. If this were a regular match that would be the end. Before he can break Strawman's arm, Master Bastard knocks him out with a barbwire chair. Okay I have to grab my belt before Master Bastard gets it. I snatch it away just as Master Bastard had it in his hand.
As I put the belt on I realize that Strawman and Master Bastard are standing in front of the exit to Level 2.
****
yes yes yes...... sawdust will destroy overdog and take his crown. don't care about warden. but i know i must kill cell blok if i want to win. cutting up cell blok with broken kendo stick. warden is holding him by the throat with his gavel. going to finish him with my ax handle when i hear something...... Doug?????
****
I did not want this. Strawman and Master Bastard formed a brief alliance to hurt me. I did my best fighting them but they were too much. But instead of grabbing the belt Strawman ordered Master Bastard to hold me and Strawman grabbed his pitch fork.
Master Bastard argued with him which helped me recover. Strawman runs at me with the pitchfork just as Master Bastard grabs me by my hair. I stomp Master Bastard on the foot and Overkill him on the cage floor. Strawman missed us and stabbed the cage. What none of us realized was it was the electrified side of the cage.
Can't worry about Strawman. I get to the exit and hear another explosion. SAWdust and the Warden were chokeslammed into the pit by Cell Blok.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Savage Sports Stories Day 57
CAGED HATE
LEVEL 3
They sent me to the top floor of the arena. I am on top of the Caged Hate structure. Looking down as the lights flicker on and off I see what I am going to have to fight my way thru. Phil said the rules were simple. The only way to win is to walk thru the exit of stage one with the DEATHcore title.
I hear the gears moving and the cage is being lowered as ominous music plays. I look down into the two rings and I see all of the entrants. They are all different and unique but they have one thing in common they want the W*RE DEATHcore title.
****
Phil said that each wrestler was assigned a level. I doubt it is random when I see who is waiting for me as I drop into level 3. Bingwen, Violator and Overmask.
"Well Well if it isn't Overdog. You stole my belt at Endgame but you will not be able to cheat me thi...."
CRACK!!!! I hit Overmask with a kendo stick and he is out. Violator runs at me and I duck under a fat clothesline only for Bingwen to kick me in the face. If BingweN were more together he woulda snatched the DEATHcore title. Instead he is just staring at his hand. Could use that but Violator started dropping greasy elbow drops on me.
"Bingwen honey c'mon lets finish him. Grab his legs and I'll drop the parking violation on him."
****
Comeonbaby. Drama City is back open for business and Glamrock is Mayor for life. Gotta stay alive long enough to grab that belt. I get that then I can join W*RE and prove I'm better than Freddie ever was. I'm in the ring and it has a part of a cage surrounding it. The floor is covered in barbwire and explosives.
I can't keep dodging this guy forever. what was his name Barbara Clea or something. Oh shit he caught me in the gut. I duck his clothesline and tag him with my Dramakick!!!!!!
"Yeah Welcome to Drama City Owwwwwww!!!!!!"
Wait he's still standing. Ohshitohshit.
"You think you're so fucking tough Barbara? Well eat this!!!!"
He caught the Drama Kick........ Pulling and pulling nobabyno. I'm over his head and he throws me to the floor. Sorry Sonny you deserved better. .
****
Heard an explosion. Happened in the ring. This cage is not my preferred environment but Clay paid me his money he'll get his belt.
I'm on the second stage of this "Caged Hate". Have not run into anything I can't handle. The Desecration wannabes have been coming at me but these guys are a team in name only. One called Porn charges me and I use a Simple judo throw to toss him over. I hang onto his arm and put my foot on his throat. His buddy Grind runs at me and I throw him over with one arm and I release Porn. I grab both of them by the waist and suplex them into the cage wall. That's the end of Desecration and I see I now have the Strawman's attention.
****
"Gaaaahhhh!!!!"
Violator just sat on me again. That would make it three times he did the Parking Violation. Pain is not enough to drown out the screams and explosions coming from levels 1 and 2. Overmask finally recovered and got his hits in. I over hear the three of them making plans.
"Guys I know all about overcoming the odds and if one of us goes into that next cage alone we are dead."
"You're right we need to work as a group. Our only chance is to form a cute little bunch and fight our way out. Right Bingwen?"
"........."
"Since I was a former DEATHcore champion I'll wear the belt."
"Why should you wear it. You were not really DEATHcore champ and I'm a former West Coast champion I should wear it."
"Why so it'll be absorbed by your fat gut?"
"It'll be safe!!"
Okay this is my chance. C'mon just a little more. Now Bingwen is fighting over the belt too. NOW!!!!!!
I run as fast as I can. I dropkick Violator in the face as I get Bingwen and Overmask with a double Overkiller.
The three of them are out and I strap the DEATHcore belt on and drop into Level 2.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Savage Sports Stories Day 56
54.
After the match with Darren Glass, Sarge did not look happy. I met him in the hall way to check on him. He was limping and looked mad at the world. He was no even wearing his mask.
"Sarge are you okay?"
He walked right past me glaring. But I follow him anyway.
"Sarge I know Ruination helping you went against your wishes. But you still pinned Darren Glass. That is impressive he only lost three times this year and each guy needed help to do it, even Monolith and Embalmer."
"Is that suppose to make me happy boy?"
"No sir It is just I uh um mean you are...."
"In good company is that it?"
"yeah i guess."
"Well you guessed wrong kid. My entire career I was vicious and I cheated as much as I could but I did it alone. Now the record books are going to say a washed up old man needed the help of four idiots to defeat Son of Albertron. That is not how I wanted to go out!!!!"
"Sarge you accomplished too much for that to be your legacy. You revolutionized children television. You were Omniversal Champion. Besides this is not your final night in W*RE and everybody does not know you are the Wrecker."
"Kid just stay away from me. You have more than enough to worry about."
I decided to let Sarge cool down and now I am watching Bleached Evil defend the Hemisphere belt against Matt Babylon. Babylon has avoided the Bleach Blaster and kicked out of the Bleach Breaker. They are fighting on the floor and Babylon locked Evil in the Sword of Babylon submission and they both get counted out. Now all the agents are trying to get Babylon to release the hold. Every agent but Diamond Phil.
"Overdog your match is next. It's time for Caged Hate."
After the match with Darren Glass, Sarge did not look happy. I met him in the hall way to check on him. He was limping and looked mad at the world. He was no even wearing his mask.
"Sarge are you okay?"
He walked right past me glaring. But I follow him anyway.
"Sarge I know Ruination helping you went against your wishes. But you still pinned Darren Glass. That is impressive he only lost three times this year and each guy needed help to do it, even Monolith and Embalmer."
"Is that suppose to make me happy boy?"
"No sir It is just I uh um mean you are...."
"In good company is that it?"
"yeah i guess."
"Well you guessed wrong kid. My entire career I was vicious and I cheated as much as I could but I did it alone. Now the record books are going to say a washed up old man needed the help of four idiots to defeat Son of Albertron. That is not how I wanted to go out!!!!"
"Sarge you accomplished too much for that to be your legacy. You revolutionized children television. You were Omniversal Champion. Besides this is not your final night in W*RE and everybody does not know you are the Wrecker."
"Kid just stay away from me. You have more than enough to worry about."
I decided to let Sarge cool down and now I am watching Bleached Evil defend the Hemisphere belt against Matt Babylon. Babylon has avoided the Bleach Blaster and kicked out of the Bleach Breaker. They are fighting on the floor and Babylon locked Evil in the Sword of Babylon submission and they both get counted out. Now all the agents are trying to get Babylon to release the hold. Every agent but Diamond Phil.
"Overdog your match is next. It's time for Caged Hate."
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Savage Sports Stories Day 55
53.
Walking to the ring without music. The Ruination music makes my ears bleed, so I told them not to play anything. Besides it keeps the Wrecker mysterious. This match with Glass was booked about a week ago. Have not faired so well against this punk on the circuit. He can't unmask or pin me, but getting saved by the likes of X-ILE and Deathrock makes me sick.
I stepped up my training, while helping the kid train for that Caged Hate garbage. Kid has his work cut out for him. My problem is Darren Glass. I trained harder than I have in over a decade. That combined with chemical helpers, has got me pumped.
Glass's music hits and I get sick as I hear how much people are cheering for him. Guy is in love with himself and wants to share it with everybody. Normally he would be posing for these people but he really wants to hurt the Old Wrecker. He slides under the bottom rope and I drop a knee on his head. Keep hitting knee drops on him before I start choking him with my trench coat. Referee tries to stop me but this is no disqualification, so I punch the ref in the gut and start stomping him.
I love hurting a referee, but I forgot about Glass who cleaned my clock with a clothesline. Throws me in the corner and starts hitting me with left hands. His left hand is his specialty. He even keeps it taped up. Just like his granddaddy Dr.Jerry Glass. I hated that pretentious fucker. Won a ton of titles in Mexico under a mask as the Glass Eater. Til he lost the mask to the original Miracle Mask. Then came back to the states as Dr.Jerry Glass. He was huge in Texas. Beating him at the Cotton Bowl really put me on the map.
Why the fuck am I thinking of that now? I headbutt Darren Glass then knee him in the groin. I suplex him over the top rope to the floor. Before Glass can recover I hit a running clothesline off the apron. Going to try to Wrecking Ball swing him into the turnbuckle post, but he pokes me in the eye. He starts firing off those left hands but I cut him off with a forearm. I run at him, but he powerslams me on the floor. God Damn does that fucking smart.
He grabs me by the mask and tosses me into the first row. Glass climbs over the guard rail after me. I bet the punk gets a thrill hearing little girls squeal while they maim each other just trying to be near him. He just snap suplexed me on the concrete and I think my back is broke. That asshole is signing autographs and posing for pictures. I grab a chair and wrap it around his head as a pair of ten year olds run away.
"You better run you little shits!!!!"
I really lay in the chair shots across his back.
"C'mon Glass where is your big talk now?"
I toss him back to ringside and the replacement ref is keeping his distance. I turn my head for a second to make sure he keeps it that way and Glass spit Surge into my face. Shit burns like acid. He picks me up and drops me crotch first on the guardrail. Before I can think of breathing, he clotheslines me.
He throws me in the ring and I hear him say.
"Time to eat some Glass, Gramps!!"
Gramps? I get up and tear into Darren Glass. Drive him into the corner with rights and lefts. Referee gets in my way and he hits me with his other finishing move the Glass Slipper. Can't breathe but at least I put up a good fight.
1......2...... ??? Glass just got attacked by X-ILE. I told Morris I did not want any help tonight. X-ILE tries to spin kick him but Glass ducks and hits the Glass Eater on him. I hit Glass from behind and hit the piledriver. 1......2... Damn it Glass kicked out. Going to try it again, but Glass backdrop me, I land on my feet and he hits the Glass Eater on me.
1......2...... Oh what now. Fucking Skull and Deathrock are on Glass. They send Glass into the ropes for the Skull@$% but Glass hits a double Glass Slipper. I have never seen anything like that.
Gotta get up now. I roll him up 1......2... he kicked out. I hit the Wrecking Ball finally. 1......2...... GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCK MICHEAL DUKAKIS!!!! He kicked out again. I just go crazy hitting this son of a bitch with everything I have. I get ready to piledrive him when he backdrops me to the floor. I feel my knee cap get twisted.
I see Morris run past me to attack Glass. Busted knee or no busted knee I get back in the ring. Glass fights his way outta the Motor Matrix,. It is killing me and blows my cover but I'm on the top rope. I fly off and hit a Super Bayonet. 1.........2............3.
Boos are raining down as I hear the announcer. "The Winner of this match The Super Wrecker X2K!!!!"
Yeah I won, all it took was five guys and me nearly killing myself.
Walking to the ring without music. The Ruination music makes my ears bleed, so I told them not to play anything. Besides it keeps the Wrecker mysterious. This match with Glass was booked about a week ago. Have not faired so well against this punk on the circuit. He can't unmask or pin me, but getting saved by the likes of X-ILE and Deathrock makes me sick.
I stepped up my training, while helping the kid train for that Caged Hate garbage. Kid has his work cut out for him. My problem is Darren Glass. I trained harder than I have in over a decade. That combined with chemical helpers, has got me pumped.
Glass's music hits and I get sick as I hear how much people are cheering for him. Guy is in love with himself and wants to share it with everybody. Normally he would be posing for these people but he really wants to hurt the Old Wrecker. He slides under the bottom rope and I drop a knee on his head. Keep hitting knee drops on him before I start choking him with my trench coat. Referee tries to stop me but this is no disqualification, so I punch the ref in the gut and start stomping him.
I love hurting a referee, but I forgot about Glass who cleaned my clock with a clothesline. Throws me in the corner and starts hitting me with left hands. His left hand is his specialty. He even keeps it taped up. Just like his granddaddy Dr.Jerry Glass. I hated that pretentious fucker. Won a ton of titles in Mexico under a mask as the Glass Eater. Til he lost the mask to the original Miracle Mask. Then came back to the states as Dr.Jerry Glass. He was huge in Texas. Beating him at the Cotton Bowl really put me on the map.
Why the fuck am I thinking of that now? I headbutt Darren Glass then knee him in the groin. I suplex him over the top rope to the floor. Before Glass can recover I hit a running clothesline off the apron. Going to try to Wrecking Ball swing him into the turnbuckle post, but he pokes me in the eye. He starts firing off those left hands but I cut him off with a forearm. I run at him, but he powerslams me on the floor. God Damn does that fucking smart.
He grabs me by the mask and tosses me into the first row. Glass climbs over the guard rail after me. I bet the punk gets a thrill hearing little girls squeal while they maim each other just trying to be near him. He just snap suplexed me on the concrete and I think my back is broke. That asshole is signing autographs and posing for pictures. I grab a chair and wrap it around his head as a pair of ten year olds run away.
"You better run you little shits!!!!"
I really lay in the chair shots across his back.
"C'mon Glass where is your big talk now?"
I toss him back to ringside and the replacement ref is keeping his distance. I turn my head for a second to make sure he keeps it that way and Glass spit Surge into my face. Shit burns like acid. He picks me up and drops me crotch first on the guardrail. Before I can think of breathing, he clotheslines me.
He throws me in the ring and I hear him say.
"Time to eat some Glass, Gramps!!"
Gramps? I get up and tear into Darren Glass. Drive him into the corner with rights and lefts. Referee gets in my way and he hits me with his other finishing move the Glass Slipper. Can't breathe but at least I put up a good fight.
1......2...... ??? Glass just got attacked by X-ILE. I told Morris I did not want any help tonight. X-ILE tries to spin kick him but Glass ducks and hits the Glass Eater on him. I hit Glass from behind and hit the piledriver. 1......2... Damn it Glass kicked out. Going to try it again, but Glass backdrop me, I land on my feet and he hits the Glass Eater on me.
1......2...... Oh what now. Fucking Skull and Deathrock are on Glass. They send Glass into the ropes for the Skull@$% but Glass hits a double Glass Slipper. I have never seen anything like that.
Gotta get up now. I roll him up 1......2... he kicked out. I hit the Wrecking Ball finally. 1......2...... GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCK MICHEAL DUKAKIS!!!! He kicked out again. I just go crazy hitting this son of a bitch with everything I have. I get ready to piledrive him when he backdrops me to the floor. I feel my knee cap get twisted.
I see Morris run past me to attack Glass. Busted knee or no busted knee I get back in the ring. Glass fights his way outta the Motor Matrix,. It is killing me and blows my cover but I'm on the top rope. I fly off and hit a Super Bayonet. 1.........2............3.
Boos are raining down as I hear the announcer. "The Winner of this match The Super Wrecker X2K!!!!"
Yeah I won, all it took was five guys and me nearly killing myself.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Savage Sports Stories Day 54
52.
I'm at the arena for X-Mas Xrisis. Came into the building and all the challengers who don't work for W*RE are eye balling me. Get a look at Caged Hate and yeah I'm scared. From what I can see it is huge. Hard to get a good look because it is so dark above the ring.
Decided to go watch the show since my match is on before the main event.
The opening match is Alex Thomas vs Combo Clay. Alex Thomas was the Olympic Bronze Medalist who just joined W*RE. Combo Clay recruited him to join a Tribe Called Fist but Thomas refused. After that the Tribe declared war on him.
They start off doing amateur style wrestling but as good as Combo is on the mat, he is no match for Alex Thomas,.So Combo gets the advantage with his striking ability. They end up outside the ring and Thomas almost used a chair on Combo.
For some reason Alex Thomas looks familiar to me. But not from the Olympics like I have seen him in another pro wrestling league. But that's impossible. Combo goes for his T-CLAY-O but Thomas reverses it into a northern lights suplex for the win.
Next up was the tag team battle royal. It was won by the team of Judas Prince and Elijah when they eliminated Freefall. Lights went out and when they came back on Freefall had gotten a bleach bath.
"Hey kid"
Sarge just walked in wearing his Wrecker gear. A little bit jarring even if he admitted to me he was the Wrecker a week ago. He said he joined up with Ruination to help us. That he could not fight the House of Bleach alone. I got my belt back so he was not wrong.
"Sarge are you ready to fight Darren Glass tonight?"
"I am kid, I really am. This is the end of the line. I'm going to kick Darren Glass's teeth down his throat. Then I can lose this mask and be back where I belong. But you know kid I owe this to you."
"Me? But Sarge you're a legend. You're the one who helped me."
"Kid without you, I could not of gotten my foot back in the door. I need one more thing from you."
"What?"
"No matter how ugly this match gets, do not get involved,"
"What do you mean Sarge?"
"I know you. If it looks I'm getting hurt you'll try to step in. This is my fight. Stay out of it."
"Whatever you want Sarge."
Sarge puts his mask on and walks out of the room.
****
This is not Ruination's night. X-ILE got himself counted out to save his West Coast belt from Scissor Mask. Then the Paint Chippers got mauled by the Dino Roiders, losing the tag belts. Martin Morris is having a fit about it as I walk into the Ruination dressing room.
"This is not going to cut it. I do everything in my power to stack the odds in your favor without getting the championship committee on my ass. But you have to get counted out against Scissor Mask?"
"Martin it's not what it looks like. Scissor Mask was cheating man. He loaded his boot before he hit me with that Scissor kick."
"At least you saved your title. Which is more than I can say for you two idiots. Skull, Deathrock why did you try to fight the Dino Warriors head on?"
"Uh because we are two super studds and uh great fighters...."
"Fighter, fighter!!!!!"
"Well apparently you're not great fighters because you lost!!! Where the hell is the Wrecker?"
"Right here Morris and you better watch your tone."
".....Of course Wrecker, you have not failed me. You have to defeat Darren Glass. If he defeats you tonight, Johansen might have enough leverage to force me to give him another title match."
"Not gonna happen Morris. I'm going to finish the Man of Glass tonight. you better worry about your title match. Monolith might have your number."
"I don't think he does Wrecker. I really don't."
I'm at the arena for X-Mas Xrisis. Came into the building and all the challengers who don't work for W*RE are eye balling me. Get a look at Caged Hate and yeah I'm scared. From what I can see it is huge. Hard to get a good look because it is so dark above the ring.
Decided to go watch the show since my match is on before the main event.
The opening match is Alex Thomas vs Combo Clay. Alex Thomas was the Olympic Bronze Medalist who just joined W*RE. Combo Clay recruited him to join a Tribe Called Fist but Thomas refused. After that the Tribe declared war on him.
They start off doing amateur style wrestling but as good as Combo is on the mat, he is no match for Alex Thomas,.So Combo gets the advantage with his striking ability. They end up outside the ring and Thomas almost used a chair on Combo.
For some reason Alex Thomas looks familiar to me. But not from the Olympics like I have seen him in another pro wrestling league. But that's impossible. Combo goes for his T-CLAY-O but Thomas reverses it into a northern lights suplex for the win.
Next up was the tag team battle royal. It was won by the team of Judas Prince and Elijah when they eliminated Freefall. Lights went out and when they came back on Freefall had gotten a bleach bath.
"Hey kid"
Sarge just walked in wearing his Wrecker gear. A little bit jarring even if he admitted to me he was the Wrecker a week ago. He said he joined up with Ruination to help us. That he could not fight the House of Bleach alone. I got my belt back so he was not wrong.
"Sarge are you ready to fight Darren Glass tonight?"
"I am kid, I really am. This is the end of the line. I'm going to kick Darren Glass's teeth down his throat. Then I can lose this mask and be back where I belong. But you know kid I owe this to you."
"Me? But Sarge you're a legend. You're the one who helped me."
"Kid without you, I could not of gotten my foot back in the door. I need one more thing from you."
"What?"
"No matter how ugly this match gets, do not get involved,"
"What do you mean Sarge?"
"I know you. If it looks I'm getting hurt you'll try to step in. This is my fight. Stay out of it."
"Whatever you want Sarge."
Sarge puts his mask on and walks out of the room.
****
This is not Ruination's night. X-ILE got himself counted out to save his West Coast belt from Scissor Mask. Then the Paint Chippers got mauled by the Dino Roiders, losing the tag belts. Martin Morris is having a fit about it as I walk into the Ruination dressing room.
"This is not going to cut it. I do everything in my power to stack the odds in your favor without getting the championship committee on my ass. But you have to get counted out against Scissor Mask?"
"Martin it's not what it looks like. Scissor Mask was cheating man. He loaded his boot before he hit me with that Scissor kick."
"At least you saved your title. Which is more than I can say for you two idiots. Skull, Deathrock why did you try to fight the Dino Warriors head on?"
"Uh because we are two super studds and uh great fighters...."
"Fighter, fighter!!!!!"
"Well apparently you're not great fighters because you lost!!! Where the hell is the Wrecker?"
"Right here Morris and you better watch your tone."
".....Of course Wrecker, you have not failed me. You have to defeat Darren Glass. If he defeats you tonight, Johansen might have enough leverage to force me to give him another title match."
"Not gonna happen Morris. I'm going to finish the Man of Glass tonight. you better worry about your title match. Monolith might have your number."
"I don't think he does Wrecker. I really don't."
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Savage Sports Stories Day 53
51.
"This is our chance to take what belongs to the Combat Collective. It is our chance to take the W*RE DEATHcore belt. We will enter Caged Hate and destroy the Overdog!!! Representing CCW is Gorkilla!!!!"
"Fuck you Wyles!!"
"But Gorkilla, we need you to represent the Collective."
"The Collective can fuck off. My only concern is taking the CCW World title from that paper champion Dixon."
"Ain't gonna happen monkey man. You have never beat the Dynasty and you never will."
"How bout I choke you out right here Dixon!!!"
"Please Dynasty, Gorkilla, we need to be a family. Focus our energy on Caged Hate."
"Listen Clayton, you can count "The Dynasty" out."
"But but Jason I need you."
"Look I nearly got maimed trying to get that belt before. I am not going to risk my health on anything but the Combat Collective Wrestling World heavyweight championship."
Okay Gorkilla and Dixon are not going to be in the cage. But I still have a full roster of killers
"Okay Hell Machine you're going in."
"No can do Clayton."
"What but you're the CCW tag team champions!!!!"
"Yeah and as of yesterday we are part of the W*RE roster."
"But you're under contract."
"Nope, they expired last week."
No no no no no no. Not my Hell Machine I needed them. Oh god they are going to take my tag titles to W*RE. Who are they wrestling this weekend? Vampire Vigilante and Cannibal Soldier; Yeah with a little help those two will get the CCW tag belts from the Hell Machine. I hate relying on those Omeniac University grads. But can't be choosey at the moment.
"Master Bastard, I know I can count on you."
"Got that right boss. That punk Overdog will bow before his Master."
Thank god I knew I could count on him.
"My god Ghetto Breaker, what happened to your leg!!!"
"I broke it jumping off a balcony fighting Pumpkin Skull."
"Why would you do that? You knew I needed you."
"I dunno the little fucker bugs me. Always trying to convert me to the word of Omeniac. Last night he went in my bag and took my copies of Crevice and replaced them with Omeniac U brochures."
"I don't care oh god I'm ruined."
"I called my cousin Exit Wound. he's gonna take my place. He can handle himself."
I saw a tape or two of that kid fighting. He could be useful. I still have my TerroRantula and my trump card Cell Blok. I'll finally have the W*RE DEATHcore title.
"This is our chance to take what belongs to the Combat Collective. It is our chance to take the W*RE DEATHcore belt. We will enter Caged Hate and destroy the Overdog!!! Representing CCW is Gorkilla!!!!"
"Fuck you Wyles!!"
"But Gorkilla, we need you to represent the Collective."
"The Collective can fuck off. My only concern is taking the CCW World title from that paper champion Dixon."
"Ain't gonna happen monkey man. You have never beat the Dynasty and you never will."
"How bout I choke you out right here Dixon!!!"
"Please Dynasty, Gorkilla, we need to be a family. Focus our energy on Caged Hate."
"Listen Clayton, you can count "The Dynasty" out."
"But but Jason I need you."
"Look I nearly got maimed trying to get that belt before. I am not going to risk my health on anything but the Combat Collective Wrestling World heavyweight championship."
Okay Gorkilla and Dixon are not going to be in the cage. But I still have a full roster of killers
"Okay Hell Machine you're going in."
"No can do Clayton."
"What but you're the CCW tag team champions!!!!"
"Yeah and as of yesterday we are part of the W*RE roster."
"But you're under contract."
"Nope, they expired last week."
No no no no no no. Not my Hell Machine I needed them. Oh god they are going to take my tag titles to W*RE. Who are they wrestling this weekend? Vampire Vigilante and Cannibal Soldier; Yeah with a little help those two will get the CCW tag belts from the Hell Machine. I hate relying on those Omeniac University grads. But can't be choosey at the moment.
"Master Bastard, I know I can count on you."
"Got that right boss. That punk Overdog will bow before his Master."
Thank god I knew I could count on him.
"My god Ghetto Breaker, what happened to your leg!!!"
"I broke it jumping off a balcony fighting Pumpkin Skull."
"Why would you do that? You knew I needed you."
"I dunno the little fucker bugs me. Always trying to convert me to the word of Omeniac. Last night he went in my bag and took my copies of Crevice and replaced them with Omeniac U brochures."
"I don't care oh god I'm ruined."
"I called my cousin Exit Wound. he's gonna take my place. He can handle himself."
I saw a tape or two of that kid fighting. He could be useful. I still have my TerroRantula and my trump card Cell Blok. I'll finally have the W*RE DEATHcore title.
Monday, January 03, 2011
Savage Sports Stories Day 52
50.
After my lifetime ban from WAVE, I figured I could stroll in and take the AWOL Independent World title.
Champion was this blond haired sissy named $extillion "Dollar Man" $inclaire. Tough guy but could not hang on to that belt to save his life. He was on his sixth reign after beating Lonesome Bellows at Wrestle Reign 87. But I did not count on Gold Ru$h. That was a group Sinclaire was the leader of. Every night I was having to fight off either Larry Wendell or "Enemy" Arron Rider and "Brutal" Brody Love or their manager Louis B Anthony the Only. Or hell usually all of them.
But I had $inclaire's number. One night we wrestled for forty minutes. $inclaire tries to put me in the figure four. Before he can lock it on, I kick him into the referee, knocking the ref out. Here comes Gold Ru$h Anthony tries to hit me with his shoe and I catch him with an uppercut.to the throat.
That brings out the Riders and Wendell. I try to fight them off but I'm only one man. I'm saved by Lonesome Bellows and the Knight Boys Cory and Derek. Pretty surprised since that Bellows prick hardly thinks of anybody but himself. But if he breaks his ankle, he expects you to drop out of a Japan tour to avenge his fat ass.
Anyway Gold Ru$h is out of the way but $inclaire recovered. Tries to hit me with brass knucks I duck his punch and hit the Bayonet 1.....2......3!!! "The winner and new AWOL World Independent Champion Sergent Sargent!!!!!" Lonesome Bellows strapped the belt around my waist and the Knight Boys hoist me on their shoulders.
I feel great, like everything is right with life. Then I see the knocked out referee get up. No no no. He is telling the referee who made the count something. NO NO NO!!!!!
"The original official was attacked by $extillion $inclaire. The original referee rules this match a disqualification. Championships cannot change hands on a disqualification, therefor the AWOL champion is still Sextillion Sinclaire."
The referee is trying to take the belt from me. I punch him in the face and he goes down. I take out my Bayonet and start cutting the referee. His nose is broken and my hand is covered in blood. The other referee comes over and I put him in the Sargelock. Not sure how long he is locked in. Bellows and the Knights try to pull me off of him but I'm furious. This is the tenth fucking time this has happened in a month. I pin $inclaire clean and they take the belt from me. No fucking more. They pull me off of him and the referee gets stretchered out.
Apparently the guy was crippled and had to retire. The one I cut up needed cosmetic surgery to make him look normal. Well fuck both of them. My career is over in the States. Can still work in Japan for W.H.Y but damnit the big money is here. That is why I'm drinking in some hotel bar.
But maybe I was wrong I get approached by this little wormy guy. Looks like a total wimp. Recognize him as one of the WAVE board of directors. He was the only one who voted not to ban me for life. Argued I was good for business because I generate interest.
He has been in the news since he started his new wrestling company. Calls it Wire or something. Took a chunk of the WAVE roster including Mainstream champion Violence "Macho Mauler" Bravado, The N-Bomber and tag team champions the Stone Cutters. So I can guess what he wants with me.
"It was a shame what happened in AWOL. And the same week you were fired off of Sergent Sargent's Horse Power."
Standard negotiating tactic. Being sympathetic while showing he knows I'm vulnerable.
"Get to the point Joey and I quit the show"
"Of course Sergent. My name is Jerome, Jerome Johansen."
"Yeah whatever. Get to your point."
"I want you to wrestle for me."
"I'm sure you would. But haven't you heard I'm damaged goods? I might break your referees or maim the Macho Mauler."
"Which would only increase ticket sales. You can be a guest on the Brandon Goodhart show at Valley of the Brawls. Announce your intention to become the first W*RE Planetary champion."
Brandon Goodhart? Eh if his check clears. Who knows with me as champion this Wire thing could take off.
"How much money are we talking?"
I can tell by the look on his wormy face I'm not going to sign. But I wait for him to write the number down on a napkin.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"You do not have many options."
"Fuck you"
"You are making a mistake."
"What part of "fuck you" did you not understand?"
"I'm sorry here's the real offer."
That is a big number.not as big as what WAVE paid or what AWOL did but a big number. Just not big enough to look at his wormy face every day.
"Get the fuck out of here Johansen before I fuck up your "pretty" face."
"You think you can threaten me?"
I see two big mother fuckers walking toward me. N-Bomber and Volcano from WAVE. Guess they took Johansen's play money. I hit N-Bomber in the face with a shot glass. Guy walks around like he is a zombie, like he didn't even feel it. Volcano is this big fat guy Tough guy who was all sumo at Tokyo university or some shit. I hit him with a bar stool. I look over and see Johansen smiling. I tackle the little fucker. I think of everything that has happened. From losing my Omniversal belt to being banned from WAVE and AWOL to my fucking show getting canceled. Now this little piss ant thinks he can attack me.
"I AM SERGENT FUCKING SARGENT AND YOU ARE NOTHING!!!!! BEG ME FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!!!!"
"please don't hurt me. please oh Jesus."
"HE AIN'T HEARING YOUR PLEAS AND NEITHER AM I!!!!"
This bar has an aquarium and I stick Johansen's head in it. I am getting a thrill feeling him die.
"COME ON JOHANSEN DIE!!!!"
I feel a big fat fist punch me in the back of my head. Volcano and N-Bomber have recovered. They beat me senseless. Beat me up so bad Johansen was too scared to press charges. Now I am out of big time pro wrestling forever. Working in Japan and taking whatever North American bookings I can get.
After my lifetime ban from WAVE, I figured I could stroll in and take the AWOL Independent World title.
Champion was this blond haired sissy named $extillion "Dollar Man" $inclaire. Tough guy but could not hang on to that belt to save his life. He was on his sixth reign after beating Lonesome Bellows at Wrestle Reign 87. But I did not count on Gold Ru$h. That was a group Sinclaire was the leader of. Every night I was having to fight off either Larry Wendell or "Enemy" Arron Rider and "Brutal" Brody Love or their manager Louis B Anthony the Only. Or hell usually all of them.
But I had $inclaire's number. One night we wrestled for forty minutes. $inclaire tries to put me in the figure four. Before he can lock it on, I kick him into the referee, knocking the ref out. Here comes Gold Ru$h Anthony tries to hit me with his shoe and I catch him with an uppercut.to the throat.
That brings out the Riders and Wendell. I try to fight them off but I'm only one man. I'm saved by Lonesome Bellows and the Knight Boys Cory and Derek. Pretty surprised since that Bellows prick hardly thinks of anybody but himself. But if he breaks his ankle, he expects you to drop out of a Japan tour to avenge his fat ass.
Anyway Gold Ru$h is out of the way but $inclaire recovered. Tries to hit me with brass knucks I duck his punch and hit the Bayonet 1.....2......3!!! "The winner and new AWOL World Independent Champion Sergent Sargent!!!!!" Lonesome Bellows strapped the belt around my waist and the Knight Boys hoist me on their shoulders.
I feel great, like everything is right with life. Then I see the knocked out referee get up. No no no. He is telling the referee who made the count something. NO NO NO!!!!!
"The original official was attacked by $extillion $inclaire. The original referee rules this match a disqualification. Championships cannot change hands on a disqualification, therefor the AWOL champion is still Sextillion Sinclaire."
The referee is trying to take the belt from me. I punch him in the face and he goes down. I take out my Bayonet and start cutting the referee. His nose is broken and my hand is covered in blood. The other referee comes over and I put him in the Sargelock. Not sure how long he is locked in. Bellows and the Knights try to pull me off of him but I'm furious. This is the tenth fucking time this has happened in a month. I pin $inclaire clean and they take the belt from me. No fucking more. They pull me off of him and the referee gets stretchered out.
Apparently the guy was crippled and had to retire. The one I cut up needed cosmetic surgery to make him look normal. Well fuck both of them. My career is over in the States. Can still work in Japan for W.H.Y but damnit the big money is here. That is why I'm drinking in some hotel bar.
But maybe I was wrong I get approached by this little wormy guy. Looks like a total wimp. Recognize him as one of the WAVE board of directors. He was the only one who voted not to ban me for life. Argued I was good for business because I generate interest.
He has been in the news since he started his new wrestling company. Calls it Wire or something. Took a chunk of the WAVE roster including Mainstream champion Violence "Macho Mauler" Bravado, The N-Bomber and tag team champions the Stone Cutters. So I can guess what he wants with me.
"It was a shame what happened in AWOL. And the same week you were fired off of Sergent Sargent's Horse Power."
Standard negotiating tactic. Being sympathetic while showing he knows I'm vulnerable.
"Get to the point Joey and I quit the show"
"Of course Sergent. My name is Jerome, Jerome Johansen."
"Yeah whatever. Get to your point."
"I want you to wrestle for me."
"I'm sure you would. But haven't you heard I'm damaged goods? I might break your referees or maim the Macho Mauler."
"Which would only increase ticket sales. You can be a guest on the Brandon Goodhart show at Valley of the Brawls. Announce your intention to become the first W*RE Planetary champion."
Brandon Goodhart? Eh if his check clears. Who knows with me as champion this Wire thing could take off.
"How much money are we talking?"
I can tell by the look on his wormy face I'm not going to sign. But I wait for him to write the number down on a napkin.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"You do not have many options."
"Fuck you"
"You are making a mistake."
"What part of "fuck you" did you not understand?"
"I'm sorry here's the real offer."
That is a big number.not as big as what WAVE paid or what AWOL did but a big number. Just not big enough to look at his wormy face every day.
"Get the fuck out of here Johansen before I fuck up your "pretty" face."
"You think you can threaten me?"
I see two big mother fuckers walking toward me. N-Bomber and Volcano from WAVE. Guess they took Johansen's play money. I hit N-Bomber in the face with a shot glass. Guy walks around like he is a zombie, like he didn't even feel it. Volcano is this big fat guy Tough guy who was all sumo at Tokyo university or some shit. I hit him with a bar stool. I look over and see Johansen smiling. I tackle the little fucker. I think of everything that has happened. From losing my Omniversal belt to being banned from WAVE and AWOL to my fucking show getting canceled. Now this little piss ant thinks he can attack me.
"I AM SERGENT FUCKING SARGENT AND YOU ARE NOTHING!!!!! BEG ME FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!!!!"
"please don't hurt me. please oh Jesus."
"HE AIN'T HEARING YOUR PLEAS AND NEITHER AM I!!!!"
This bar has an aquarium and I stick Johansen's head in it. I am getting a thrill feeling him die.
"COME ON JOHANSEN DIE!!!!"
I feel a big fat fist punch me in the back of my head. Volcano and N-Bomber have recovered. They beat me senseless. Beat me up so bad Johansen was too scared to press charges. Now I am out of big time pro wrestling forever. Working in Japan and taking whatever North American bookings I can get.
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