van Gerwen	Stats	Wright
59 wins	Head to Head Record	17 wins
1	World Ranking	7
3	World Championships	0
45	PDC Major Titles	1
98.14	Tournament Average	98.29
43.53%	Tournament Checkout Percentage	44.39%
4/11	Betting Odds	11/5

van Gerwen	Road to the Final	Wright
6-3 vs Aspinall	Semi Final Result	6-3 vs Price
5-2 vs Labanauskas	Quarter Final Result	5-3 vs Humphries
4-0 vs Bunting	Last 16 Result	4-3 vs de Zwaan
4-0 vs Evans	Round 3 Result	4-2 vs Asada
3-1 vs Klaasen	Round 2 Result	3-2 vs Malicdem

Let’s rewrite history. Let’s see how things would’ve spanned out if AEW decided to have Hangman Adam Page as the first ever AEW Champion.
August 31st 2019 The build to Adam Page V.S Chris Jericho at All Out would be exactly the same. It was compelling, interesting and with just three shows across 4 months to build to this match, they did a fantastic job of it. The only obvious difference here is Adam Page would defeat Jericho for the AEW World Championship.
October 2nd 2019 So, it’s the first Dynamite episode, they’re going live, loud and need the best main event possible. Adam Page is the first man to come out on Dynamite to address the fans of the kind of champion he’ll be. He says “With the title over my shoulder, it’s a symbol of this company on my back. It’s a symbol of a bull-eye on my chest that gambling men will try and stick a dart in to take this title away”. He goes on to make a challenge. “At Double or Nothing, I was meant to wrestle PAC. But when he realized what he was facing, the Dragon closed his gate. Now, the little bastard would fight Kenny Omega to show it wasn’t AEW that he was worried about, it was me”. Page issues the challenge to PAC. PAC comes out and replies “Page, how stupid can you be? Before AEW was around, I beat you. So, why should I have wasted my time? But when I found out you were in the World Title match, it made me realize. If I can beat you and you’re the world champion, that means I should face you for the world title. So, I will accept if you accept. You and me for that title tonight”. Adam accepts and the match is set. Hangman V.S Bastard as the first ever main event. Hangman Adam Page V.S PAC for the AEW World Championship. So, main event time. Page V.S PAC. This match is incredible from start to finish. PAC’s skills were never in question but this match is to help establish Page as the top star to start things off. He’s beaten a well established star like Jericho, he needs a modern work rate wrestler to prove himself with. This match goes 20(ish) minutes and neither man holds back. After a sequence of beautiful counters, submissions, signatures and false finishes o’clock, PAC has got Hangman in position for the Black Arrow. He’s soars through the air with the move and absolute crashes and burns as Page moved out of the way, under the ropes and onto the apron. As PAC staggers to his feet, he turns into a Buck-Shot Lariat from Adam, quickly followed by the Deadeyes to the 1, 2, 3. Page retains and holds the title up with pride. After the announcers give the final calls for the night, Page is jumped from behind by Jericho and the Inner Circle (plus debuting Jake Hager). Jericho stands over Page and holds the title up before throwing it down to Page.
October 9th 2019 The following week, after establishing who the members in the Inner Circle are, Jericho demands a rematch to eradicate the loss at All Out. He demands, at Full Gear, for the AEW Championship, Page V.S Jericho. Cody, who is technically the highest ranking in the promotion and next in line, comes out to tell Jericho “That’s not how this works. Ranking system says I’m next. However, I’ll put it to you like this. Next week, you and me, winner faces page for the title at Full Gear. Jericho accepts. The same night, Young Bucks and Hangman Adam Page (or “Hung Bucks” as I should say) takes on Inner Circles’ Sammy Guevara, Santana and Ortiz, accompanied by Jericho and Hager. Great match throughout with inventive and creative spots by all 6 men. However, the closing stages involve nearly everyone else laid out and Page going for a Buck Shot onto Sammy but Jericho blatantly grabs Page’s leg preventing him from doing so. The referee notices and ejects Jericho, who climbs up to the apron to argue. This helps distract the referee so Hager can enter the ring and lay out Page. Sammy covers Page and the Inner Circle pick up the victory.
October 16th 2019 The following week, Hangman and Guevara go one on one and Cody and Jericho go one on one. Both matches, everyone not needed at ringside is barred from ringside. In the Guevara/Page match, 15 minutes are put into it and it helps Sammy get over in a big way, managing to go toe to toe with Page before getting to cocky, attempting a Deadeyes on Hangman. Page counters with a piledriver followed by a Deadeyes. In the main event, Jericho defeats Cody in a sluggish 15 minute match that’s show how much both men want the title shot (because in my world, everyone really wants the title). It’s an even affair with Jericho getting a well timed Judas effect as Cody attempts a disaster kick.
October 23rd 2019 Neither Page nor Jericho wrestle this week but separate promo packages show why this upcoming match with each other is so important. For Jericho, it’s a correction he’s trying to make. He feels that the AEW championship was created specifically for him, that he’s the centre point of AEW and the AEW logo is in the centre of the championship, therefore, making Jericho the centre point of the AEW Championship (you know, the entitled stuff Jericho would pull out to say he deserves something). For Page, it’s about proving that he’s on the same level as Jericho in ring. “Jericho has the experience, the credibility and the resume to be a Hall Of Famer. But Jericho’s prime was distant in the wrong direction and the only thing he’s gonna be looking forward to was counting the lights as the referee counts the three count”.
October 30th 2019 Hangman Adam Page is in action against Peter Avalon. The Inner Circle watches from the stage set (all set up with beanbags and popcorn and soda/pop/fizzy/however the hell you say it). While Page handily picks up the win over the librarian, he keeps an eye on the Inner Circle at any chance he gets. Adam lays down the Championship in front of him and dares Jericho to come down and fight him. While Jericho declines, there are a few fake outs by The Pain Maker to wind up the crowd. Jericho has the microphone and proclaims “At Full Gear, the inaugural AEW World Champion will be crowned between myself and Hangman Adam Page. Because I refuse to believe you are the World Champion. So, Full Gear. Baltimore. If you’re watching at home, be prepared for the first World Title match in the history of AEW”.
November 6th 2019 Jericho opens the show alone. He opens with “Page is one wrong move away from being classed a hung man himself. It started as a joke but Full Gear will be very serious. It’s a statement that Chris Jericho is professional wrestling and everyone else is in my world because I allowed it. Page, you are no longer allowed, so at Full Gear, your title will no longer be “AEW World Champion, Hangman Adam Page” It will simply be “Placeholder of Chris Jericho”. Page, to close the show, retorts with “Nearly 30 years of wrestling, you should be smarter than just saying you’re going to win. You’ve slowed down over time. For how good you are for how long you’ve done this, it’s impressive, no doubt. But remember the person you’re saying you’ll beat. I know I said it was the other way around but you need to beat me to prove you’re on my level. You need to beat me to show you still have what you claim you never lost. This target is not a hard one to hit, but I’m a gambling man, so I’m gonna bet that you still miss”.
November 9th 2019 Full Gear. Page V.S Jericho II. The Inner Circle is in Jericho corner. The Elite is in Hangman’s. Every time Page gets the upper hand, a member of Jericho’s Circular distracts the ref to allow Jericho to cheat his way over Page. Enough is enough for the Elite who start to brawl with the Inner Circle. The ref has literally had enough and throws the apron creepers (The Elite and The Inner Circle) out from ringside. This annoys Jericho who, behind the refs back, gives Page a trip to Dick Kick City. He tries to roll up Page for only a 2 count before Adam strikes with a forearm to the face. Page then pulls a protective cup from out of his tights, throws it in Jericho’s face and follows it up with a Deadeyes for the 1, 2, 3. Page retains and proves himself over Jericho.
November 13th 2019 Following Full Gear, The World Champion comes out, addresses his match against Jericho saying “For such a legend like Chris is, facing him for this world title was an honour. He is one of, if not, the best wrestlers to ever do this. He’s still got it, he never lost it, he could’ve quite easily beaten me on Saturday but I am still the top cowboy in this joint. I don’t know what’s next for me. I know defending this title is in my future. It’s expected. But who is it against?” The ranking shows that it’s Jon Moxley at the top of the ranking following his match with Kenny Omega (sidenote, in this timeline, the Moxley/Omega match is simply no disqualification and not as brutal as their Lights Out match. That way, it can count for the point’s record). Moxley comes out and declares he does want the AEW World Championship. He does, however, say when he wants it as well. January 1st 2020. He wants this match then so everything in AEW can change. Hangman agrees to Moxley’s proposal. So, on the New Year’s edition of AEW Dynamite, AEW World Champion, Hangman Adam Page will defend against Jon Moxley.
November 20th 2019 Adam Page and Cody take on Evil Uno and Stu Grayson. This challenge coming from the Dark Order as a message that the Elite is not immune from darkness and as Adam is World Champion, the world will fall to the Order. So, 20 minute time limit. Elite V.S Dark Order. Great match showcasing that Dark Order are more than a spooky crap gimmick. There is many times where the Dark Order could convincingly win the match, getting very near 2 counts each time. However, closing stage of the match shows Grayson near the corner of Page and Cody, Cody tags Adam in, goes back to Grayson, punches him in the face, runs to the ropes, springboards for a disaster kick while Page nails a Buckshot simultaneously (because I reckon that would look cool) and the Elite wins over the Dark Order. Cody gets a mic and says to Page “I know exactly what Moxley is like. You’re gonna be in the fight of your life come New Years. You have my support. Good luck”.
November 27th 2019 Moxley is in a match against MJF while Jim Ross has an interview with Adam Page. Moxley wastes no time trying to take advantage of MJF. A Paradigm Shift right out of the gates only for a 2 count but it’s obvious that MJF has little to offer back now. Moxley brings in the heavy kicks and strikes to Maxwell. A second Paradigm Shift puts away the match for Moxley. Jon grabs the microphone and cuts a promo on Page. “I understand you, Page. I understand being the target, being chased down by every man, woman and dog to hold your world title. I’ve done it before, being a chaser and champion. Now understand this. I’ve done worse to get to where I am now so what do you think I’ll do to get to where you are?” Later in the night, Ross interviews Adam Page. He asks about Pages connection to the Elite and if that in anyway helped him become champion. Page replies “Yes, I’m friends with EVP’s of this company. That’s no secret. But the only thing they did for me was give me one chance one time. I took that chance and won. I took the opportunities that chance gave me and won and became world champion. The Elite didn’t make me the champion, I did”. Ross brings up Moxley and the impending match on New Year’s Day 2020. Page says “Moxley is smart in giving himself time to prepare. Moxley is not so smart for giving me time to prepare for our match. So, my New Year’s resolution is to give Jon Moxley a New Year’s revelation. One where he realizes that he’s not beating me”.
December 4th 2019 Adam Page takes on Scorpio Sky and Jon Moxley takes on Jungle Boy. Both matches with 20 minute time limits. Moxley’s first and easily dispatches of him after an early flurry from Jungle Boy. A few quick paced shots to Moxley before a dropkick fail from Jungle Boy, which is followed by an elevated Paradigm Shift to end the match. Later in the night, Page and Sky go all the way with this match. Equal throughout and the closing moments show a superplex from Page to Sky. Both men are laid out and fail to make a cover before the time limit runs out. Moxley walks to the ramp way and simply “Hey Page, I won my match. Can you say that?” It’s later announced, Page V.S Sky with no time limit for the 19th of December Dynamite.
December 11th 2019 Moxley takes on Jimmy Havoc in a No Disqualification match with Page on commentary. Both men bring out the big weapons. Nail guns, staplers, 2x4 plywood covered in barbed wire (You know, good stuff). These men are hardcore, death match machines and even in the sanctioned world of TV violence, they tiptoe on the edge of too extreme but never going overboard. Throughout, Hangman puts Moxley over as a credible threat to his title but brings up that taking part in this match will do him no favours. After a significant amount of time, Moxley wins after a brutal smash to Havoc’s face with a baseball bat with a trash can on Jimmy’s head (something different for Moxley, winning with something that’s not a finisher).
December 18th 2019 The final Dynamite of 2019 and Hangman Adam Page takes on Scorpio Sky in a no time limit match. Both men look impressive throughout. Adam Page pulling out another fantastic performance against a very talented opponent. 35 minutes this match goes and it’s the peak of technique for both individuals. Sky is a future world champion, no doubt, but this is Page’s night, picking up the victory after Sky taps out to the Turn The Page. The final words Page speaks before his world title defence against Moxley is “Two weeks, the AEW fans get a match that’s been slowly burning for over a month. Page V.S Moxley. It’s a new year and a new beginning for you. The beginning of the era of “Jon Moxley: failed challenger”. It will not be a breeze going through you, but I will lynch you up and ride into the New Year still AEW World Champion”.
January 1st 2020 It’s main event time and the stakes are huge. After nearly 2 months, Page and Moxley finally go one on one, one hour time limit for the AEW World Championship. This match is an incredible encounter of two stars positioned as top players. For nearly half an hour, these men tear the house down, as well as each other. Submissions, counters, dives, false finishes a plenty and spots where both men are just punching each other for an age, this match showcases both wrestlers to the best of their abilities. The closing moment is as followed. Moxley tries for a Paradigm Shift onto Page but Adam backs into the rope and Moxley has to break. Page then sets up for a Buckshot but as he enters the rings, boot to the stomach, snap quick Paradigm Shift, 1, 2, 3. Jon Moxley claims his first AEW Championship and celebrates with the title all the way through the crowd. Page is naturally upset, but he stands up, faces the crowd and bows for his performance on that night and leading up to that clash. He was bettered by the better man on the night and Page will always go down in history as the first ever AEW World Champion.
That is how I would book Hangman Adam Page if he were to have won the AEW World Championship at All Out.
Mr Relatable, James Scott, signing off.

Pokémon Heroes: Aftermath (2020) [Part 5]

January 5th, 2005 Wyndon Mustard was evacuating the populace of lower Wyndon. "The champion is evacuating everyone in this area." Chris said. "That's weird. Nothing like this ever happened. We should wait until they call us to evacuate." Soital said. After a few hours, the entirety of Lower Wyndon was evacuated. Mustard went to the Wyndon train station. "So, off to the Isle of Armor, huh? When will you return?" Kabu asked. "I don't know, maybe when I find someone that can take my place." Mustard said as he got on the train. The train started and drove away from the train station. "I don't think we'll be seeing him for awhile, are we?" Opal asked. "I'm thinking the same thing." Kabu said. The notice never came, which made Soital feel suspicious. "Maybe we should wait a little bit." Soital said. Night came and there was no notice. David did come to his office, though. "Mr. Noenasi, we have Experiment readings outside the hangar." David said. "Did some of them escape?" Soital asked. "No, it's the ones we never caught." David said. Soital looked out the window and saw one of the surrounding buildings have a red light come out of it. "What the hell?" Soital asked. The Ninth Son, Tenth Sister, and Sixth Shiners squadrons were running across the city. The Lucky Dragon II landed in a park away from the Noenasi headquarters. "Alright, listen up. Rick, we have more troops on standby, they just need the location. Activate the signal on the ports. Got it?" Mark asked. "Yeah." Rick said. "The others will be with me on the frontal assault. Rose and Selena will go to high Wyndon to get to safety." Mark said. "Well, this is going to be interesting." The Chairman said. The team got off the Lucky Dragon II. "Latias!" Selena called out. "Yeah?" Latias asked. "I forgot to give you this." Selena said. Selena gave Latias a necklace that had the Latiasite in it. "Thanks!" Latias said. "Use it well!" Selena said as the Lucky Dragon II took off. "Everyone that doesn't have a Dynamax band, you might want to get out of the way." Mark said. Everyone who couldn't Dynamax got out of the way and went towards the Noenasi headquarters. Latias felt something cling to her back. She looked back and saw Gelidus on her back. "Gelidus. Fine, I'll take care of you." Latias said. "Teen mom, much?" Ferox asked. "Teen babysitter, more like it." Latias said. "All babysitters are either teenagers or old people." Ferox said. The Chairman, Oleana, Kabu, Opal, Melony, and Mark changed their Poké Balls into their Dynamax form and threw them into the sky. The Chairman's Copperajah, Oleana's Garbodor, Kabu's Centiskorch, Opal's Alcremie, Melony's Lapras, and Mark's Corviknight changed into their Gigantamax forms. The sky turned red as Tenebris landed beside the Gigantamax Pokémon. Heavy rain and lightning appeared as Horribilis landed on the other side of where the Gigantamax Pokémon were. They all let out their Dynamax roar towards Noenasi headquarters. "God damn that's loud." Soital said. Mark sent out Max's Umbreon. "Go with the others." Mark said. The part of the Ninth Son squadron that was with the Experiments and Latias sent out their Pokémon. The Pokémon were a Lucario, a Scizor, a Vespiquen, a Breloom, a Cryogonal, a Noctowl, a Haxorus, a Machamp, a Vikavolt, a Talonflame, a Golurk, a Gliscor, and a Sylveon. Nickolas sent out his Dragonite. "Let's move it." Ferox said. "Send every troop out there." Soital said. "There won't be any security." David said. "Just do it, now!" Soital shouted. Soital sent out his Golem, Metagross, Houndoom, and Jolteon. "Join them." Soital said. David sent out his Dusknoir, while Hazar sent out his Blaziken, Flygon, Cradily, Metagross, and Honchkrow. "I see you also own a Metagross." Hazar said. "Yeah, but mine's shiny." Soital said. Soital noticed that Hazar left one if his Pokémon out of the field. "I see you're saving up for a bigger threat. I'm doing that too." Soital said. "But you're saving two." Hazar said. "One actually." Soital said as he lifted up his sleeve, revealing his Dynamax band and a Mega Ring. Soital grabbed a Poké Ball and threw it into the sky. From the Poké Ball came a Gigantamax Machamp. The Machamp then used G-Max Chi Strike on the Chairman's Copperajah. Soital's Machamp loomed over the other Gigantamax Pokémon. Rick ran towards the ports. He sent out his Braviary. "If anything comes, you'll have to cover me." Rick said. His Braviary nodded and flew up. It perched on a pole, looking out for any foes. Rick sent down a device that implanted itself into the ground. The device shot a red beam into the sky. Soital noticed the red beam. He looked over at his bodyguard. "Take care of that." Soital said. The bodyguard jumped out the building and transformed into Ignis. Ignis flew towards Rick at high speeds, passing by the Gigantamax Pokémon. Soital's Machamp used Max Lightning on Lapras and Corviknight. They were both knocked down, but they were not out. Machamp used Max Hailstorm on the rest of them. Soital's Machamp was a higher level than most of the Pokémon that were fighting it. The Chairman's Copperajah approach Machamp, but it was hit by G-Max Chi Blast. Corviknight and Alcremie got up and they used their G-Max moves, G-Max Wind Rage and G-Max Finale. Machamp was knocked back into a building. The Gigantamax Pokémon were healed up and ready to fight. However, they went back to their original size. With one Max Flare, the Pokémon were sent back. "They went back to normal, but the Machamp didn't." Kabu said. "Any idea why?" Selena asked. "There's this band on its upper left arm, maybe that's why." Mark said. "Possibly a device that stores Dynamax energy, like I store Dynamax energy in my body. That's also why I haven't gone back to normal size, there's a constant influx of Dynamax energy. Pokémon can only use Dynamax energy temporarily and cannot store it." Tenebris said. "Then we should try to take it out." Mark said. "I'm a bit busy being overwhelmed by Soital's troops, I'll get there soon enough. I just need time." Tenebris said. Horribilis flew to where the Machamp was. Soital's Machamp grabbed Migi and ripped him off Horribilis. Soital's Machamp threw away Migi and kicked Chūkan, which made him retreat. "Migi is down, I repeat, Migi is down!" Chūkan said. They all sighed with remorse. "We must continue as planned." Mark said. Chūkan flew away and noticed Ignis going towards the red beam. Chūkan yanked Ignis off the air and threw him into a building. "Traitor!" Chūkan said. "I'm the traitor? Soital was going to give you a better world to live in!" Ignis said. "Whatever world he was promising is not worth it." Chūkan said. Soital's Machamp tackled Chūkan into a building. Ignis jumped down and used Flamethrower on Chūkan. Machamp used Max Hailstorm on Chūkan. Suddenly, Machamp was hit by a yellow beam. "Did I just see a yellow Plasma Ray?" Ferox asked. "How does Horribilis know how to use that?" Tenebris asked. "We have a common trait, Tenebris." Chūkan said. Machamp was sent back and fell onto the buildings. Machamp got up and looked at Ignis. "I'll take care of him, you take care of the red beam." Ignis said. Machamp nodded and ran towards Rick. Rick looked up and saw Machamp charging towards him. "Well shit." Rick said. Chūkan got up and got pounced on by Ignis. "You'll die today!" Ignis said. "We're almost at the tower!" Latias said. EXP-201 landed in front of them. Tenebris flew close and went back into his original size. "You get into the tower. We'll deal with this." Tenebris said. Latias flew past the Experiments and EXP-201 let her go. "It let her go." Ferox said. "We're its opponents. Experiments, we strike together!" Tenebris said. Tenebris, Ferox, Brawler, and Iris charged towards 201 and attacked him. Latias went into the tower, with Gelidus still on her back. Ignis bit into Chūkan and Chūkan roared in pain. Chūkan grabbed Ignis and threw him away. Ignis flew around Chūkan and then towards him. Chūkan took a page out of Tenebris' book and turned around, then hitting Ignis with his tail, sending him into a building. Ignis was impaled by the debris and one of his wings fell out. Lava dripped from Ignis' mouth as his eyes turned grey. Ignis was now dead. Chūkan tried to catch his breath before he noticed that the building was collapsing. Chūkan tried to get out of the way, but was hit by the collapsing building. Chūkan layed on the ground and passed out. "Horribilis is down." Mark said. 201 grabbed Brawler and threw him out of the way. Tenebris noticed Machamp getting close to the red beam. Tenebris then flew up and towards Machamp. Rick tried to pull out the device, but failed. Rick then noticed the button that deactivates the locks. He picked it up and took it into a boat. He later reactivated the device. He tried to start up the boat, but it wouldn't respond. Soital's Machamp stood over the boat and looked down at Rick. Machamp was about to use Max Flare before something stopped it. Tenebris had bitten into Machamp's shoulder and he pulled Machamp towards him. Tenebris then extracted all of Machamp's Dynamax energy. The used Dynamax energy was liberated from Machamp as it turned into its original size. Soital's Machamp returned to its Poké Ball after that. Tenebris roared towards the tower and turned back into his original size. He flew back to the Experiments and blasted 202 with a Plasma Ray. 201 backed off and flew away. Latias looked around the tower and found papers that detailed where everything was. "Soital must be at his office." Latias said. Latias looked at Gelidus. "Gelidus, I need you to stay here." Latias said. "Why?" Gelidus asked. "Because you'll be safer that way. Hide under the desk." Latias said. Gelidus hid under the desk while Latias flew to where Soital's office was. She was suddenly hit by an X-Scissor attack. Hazar appeared from around the corner. "Like it? Its name is Type: Full, a Legendary, like you. It's a prototype that I'm being paid for to test. It's for the Aether Foundation. I'm also being paid by Soital to stop you, but really, I could care less. I'm only in it for the money and you're really not worth my time. Make it quick, I have a paycheck to collect." Hazar said. "People that are only in it for the money are always greedy, and that's a sin." Latias said. "Trust me, we've all committed sins before. Type: Full, use Air Slash." Hazar said. Type: Full used Air Slash and hit Latias. Latias used Ice Beam in retaliation, but Type: Full dodged it. Type: Full then used X-Scissor, dealing super effective damage. Latias then used Psychic on Type: Full and it stepped back a little. Type: Full then used Double Edge, which made both of them take damage. "You should've saved that for a last resort." Latias said. "Type: Full can't learn that." Hazar said. "Very funny." Latias said as she used Dragon Pulse. Type: Full was sent into the wall. "Look, I don't even have to beat you to get paid. I have a helicopter ready and my paycheck's with it." Hazar said. Type: Full got up and shook its head. "But, I guess Type: Full is ready to fight more, so I'll let it beat you and I'll just watch the spectacle as two Legendaries fight." Hazar said. Type: Full then charged towards Latias, attempting to strike her with X-Scissor, but Latias used Protect, blocking the attack. Latias then used Ice Beam, sending Type: Full into the wall and freezing it in place. Latias then used Dragon Pulse, knocking out Type: Null. Type: Full was returned to its Poké Ball. "Very well. You may proceed. Just so you know, I was going to get bonus money for stopping you." Hazar said. "Well, unlike you, I don't care about the money. The team I'm a part of does this for the benefit of mankind." Latias said. Hazar started to walk away and up the stairs, to the roof. He managed to reach the roof in a short amount of time, as Soital's office was on the highest floor. Barry was waiting Hazar on the helicopter pad. "We've been waiting for you." Barry said. "Yeah, I know." Hazar said as he returned all of his Pokémon to their Poké Balls. Hazar got on the helicopter and Barry started it up and flew away. "Set a course for Rustboro City, that's where my headquarters are." Hazar said. "Alright, we'll have a few stops." Barry said. "That's fine." Hazar said. The helicopter flew away from Wyndon. Meanwhile, Latias bursted into Soital's office. "I heard the commotion out there. Type: Null has a lower base stat than you, of course you were going to win." Soital said. "Battling isn't just about stat totals." Latias said. "Then why does Pokémon World Championships exist? That's all about how many IVs and EVs your Pokémon has and the strategy. Your argument has suddenly fallen apart. Anyways, I would like you to know that every decision you and I have made has led us to this very moment, and you bet I'll savor this moment. Salamence, go!" Soital said. Soital's Salamence roared at Latias. "Time for my next trick! If I'm going to take down a Legendary Pokémon, I'll have to use all of my might!" Soital said as he activated his key stone. Latias noticed that Salamence had a mega stone, like she did. The Salamencite was activated by Soital's key stone and transformed Salamence into its Mega form. Salamence used Flamethrower on Latias. From behind the smoke, Soital saw a blinding light envelop Latias as Latias emerged in her Mega form. She had used Protect to shield her from damage. Soital smirked. "Let's begin." Soital said. Tenebris entered the tower. "Where's Soital?" Tenebris asked. He looked around and saw Gelidus peeking out the desk. "Gelidus? Why are you hiding?" Tenebris asked. "Because Latias told me so." Gelidus said. "Do you know where she is?" Tenebris asked. "Up." Gelidus said. "Okay, stay here sweetie. I'll come for you later. This is for your own safety." Tenebris said. "Okay..." Gelidus said. Tenebris could hear 201's metallic screeching. "It's close." Tenebris said as he flew up through the different floors. Salamence used Dragon Pulse on Latias, who did the same thing. Their beams collided and sent them across the roof. "Sal, be careful. I just had these floors cleaned." Soital said. Salamence growled and flew towards Latias. "There's no reasoning with him." Soital said. Soital and Latias noticed that 201 was circling the tower. "Well, look who decided to show up." Soital said. Salamence tried to use Dragon Claw on Latias, but Latias used Protect. Latias followed it up with Ice Beam, dealing a massive amount of damage to Salamence. Salamence backed away, roaring at Latias. "You're going to let some ice keep you down? Go on and fight!" Soital said. "Did you forget? Salamence has a four times weakness to Ice type moves." Latias said. Latias then used Ice Beam again, when Salamence was vulnerable, and knocked it out. Soital started to clap. "Well played. You used a four times super effective move to your advantage. I must take my leave now." Soital said. Soital walked past Latias, without Latias paying him any attention. "Aren't you going to stop me?" Soital asked. "What's down there is much more terrifying than me." Latias said. "Better go check it out. I can't take your word for it." Soital said. "Maybe you can." Latias said. Soital left his office and returned Salamence to his Poké Ball. "Latias, meet me on the roof. We have to finish this thing once and for all." Tenebris said. "On it." Latias said. Latias flew to the roof and saw Tenebris. She also saw 201 flying by, screeching. "That thing is too dangerous to be kept alive. We must end it." Tenebris said. "We can't do it with brute force. You see that blue orb?" Latias asked. "Yes. Why?" Tenebris asked. "That's probably the main power supplier. We take it out and it's done for." Latias said. Latias could feel a familiar aura coming from that orb. 'Is that... the Soul Dew?' Latias thought. 201 landed in front of them and screeched at them. "I see you've Mega evolved, maybe we'll have something." Tenebris said. "We're just trying to pin it down and remove the power supply. After it was powered off, we destroy it." Latias said. Gelidus climbed up to the roof to watch Latias and Tenebris. 201 charged at them, but Latias and Tenebris dodged. They both pounced on 201 and tried to take it down, but 201 shook it off. "We'll have to be a bit smarter about this." Latias said. "I am for the legs! We'll try to lower its stability." Tenebris said. "Wow, they're so smart!" Gelidus said. Latias used Dragon Pulse and Tenebris used Plasma Ray, trying to aim for 201's legs. 201 took to the skies and evaded the attacks. Latias and Tenebris kept firing until they hit one of 201's wings. "Did we just manage to hit it?" Latias asked. "Don't get too excited. We still have a lot to worry about." Tenebris said. 201 crashed onto the roof and screeched at the two. 201's wing looked damaged from the beams. The wing did not look like it would be operational any longer. "Tenebris, aim for the wings. That's one of its weak spots. We'll make it lose mobility, so then we can rip out the power supply." Latias said. "Got it." Tenebris said. They both aimed for the wings again, but 201 dodged it and slashed the two of them. When Tenebris was down, he shot at 201's other wing, destroying it. "Okay, now for the legs." Latias said. Latias tried to use Ice Beam to freeze 201 in place to make the process go quicker, but 201 broke through the ice, thanks to resisting Ice type attacks. "So, your plan failed." Tenebris said. "Oh, shut up." Latias said. Latias and Tenebris continued to aim for the legs until 201 finally went down thanks to the damage that had been inflicted upon its legs. 201 tried to get up, but the metal in the legs kept falling out, making it fall in turn. "Now's our chance! Let's go!" Latias said. They both pinned down 201. 201 screeched at them. "We'll have to remove the screws, individually. We can't afford having any damages be dealt to the Soul Dew." Latias said. Tenebris tried to remove the screws with his claws. "My claws are too big." Tenebris said. "Maybe I could try?" Gelidus asked. "Fine, but after this, you're grounded, young one." Tenebris said. "Why?" Gelidus asked. "For being in the face of danger." Tenebris said. "But you're doing that now." Gelidus said. "Just take care of the screws." Tenebris said. "Okay. How do I do this?" Gelidus asked. "You have to twist it." Latias said. Gelidus managed to unscrew all four screws. Latias took out the Soul Dew as 201 powered down. "We won." Tenebris said. 201 powered on, this time with yellow glowing eyes. It caught everyone by surprise and threw them away. 201 looked at Gelidus and charged up a very powerful electrical attack. Tenebris noticed this and knew what he had to do. Tenebris thought of Reciproca and what she said all those days ago, before she met her unfortunate fate. "Latias, Reciproca would've wanted a world without worries for Gelidus. Can you please take care of her for us?" Tenebris asked. "I will." Latias said. Tenebris flew up and in front of 201 has it fired its beam. 201's beam completely disintegrated Tenebris. Tenebris energy went into Gelidus and she felt a powerful surge of energy go through her. Latias stood up and looked at the Soul Dew. It chanted 'Use us'. Latias grabbed the Soul Dew and a surge of energy also passed through her. Her Mega form's purple scales turned red, resembling her original form. 201 stood with its arms on the ground as it looked at the both of them. 201 approached Gelidus as she let out a powerful EMP that disrupted with 201's movements. Latias then used Dragon Pulse, obliterating 201's arms and tail. Gelidus delivered another EMP blast, making 201 fall onto the ground. Latias looked at 201 and scoffed. Latias then used Dragon Pulse on 201, completely destroying 201's second power supplier and scattering its parts all over the city. Latias went back into her original form and had to catch her breath, so did Gelidus. "See, Gelidus? That's a Pokémon battle." Latias said. "Where's dad?" Gelidus asked. Latias looked away. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to put this in less gruesome words... but he's gone." Latias said. Gelidus began to tear up. "Will I ever see him again?" Gelidus said, with her voice cracking up. "Gelidus, they might be gone now, but they'll always live in your memories and in your heart." Latias said. Gelidus climbed on Latias and cried into her soft, white feathers. "Latias, meet us at the hangar, we may have found the captured Experiments." Mark said. Latias went down to the hangar and saw everyone else at the hangar. "We have to free them." Brawler said. "We don't know what they will do to the Pokémon world!" Iris said. "Both of you are right, but me and others probably agree that we can't let them die." Latias said. Ferox saw Gelidus crying. "What happened to her, and where's Tenebris?" Ferox asked. Latias looked at Ferox. "Oh..." Ferox said. The Experiments had a moment of silence for Tenebris and Reciproca. Their two leaders were lost, leaders that were there for most of the Experiments' entire lives. Latias pushed on the button to release the Experiments from their cages. "Tenebris and Reciproca would've wanted a world where the Experiments were free. It's time to give it to them." Latias said. Soital stood near a car in front of the hangar. He could hear the hangar doors open as all the Experiments rushed out. Soital hid under the car and noticed that a piece or 201 was lying in front of him. After the stampede stopped, Soital went to grab the small piece. He was then picked up by Tyrant's jaws and ripped to shreds. Ghoul approached Tyrant and ripped off Soital's bottom half. "This is my kill!" Tyrant said as he smacked Ghoul. Ghoul darted away as Tyrant roared. He then stepped on 201's piece of metal as he walked away from the tower. Ferox, Iris, and Brawler jumped down and ran with the Experiments. "Farewell, Mark." Ferox said. "It was an honor working with you all these years." Mark said. Ferox smiled and continued to run with the other Experiments.
January 6th, 2005 Mark, Selena, and Rose were part of the clean up crew. They managed to find Chūkan's body, lying there, motionless. Mark bowed. "Thank you for helping us, we couldn't have done it without you." Mark said. Chūkan exhaled and his eyes opened. The entire clean up crew payed him attention as he stood up. "Save the thanks for another time." Chūkan said. Chūkan marched towards the bay and crashed into the ocean. He then swam away from Wyndon. "The Experiments are all free." Selena said. "Just like Reciproca and Tenebris would've wanted." Mark said.
Higher Wyndon Where are you going, Mark?" Latias asked. "I'm going to another region, you won't be seeing me for a few years. I won't forget the adventures we had." Mark said. "Well, bring a souvenir for me, will you?" Selena asked. "I'll try to bring a souvenir for everyone." Mark said. Mark went into the airport, with his luggage trailing behind him.
Alto Mare Latias was returned to Alto Mare. She had Gelidus with her. Selena and Rose also came with them, as they wanted to live here. Latias promised to take care of her. "Hey, you saved the world, I can't be proud of you enough!" The woman that met up with Lorenzo said. "Who are you?" Latias asked. "Your birther." The woman said. "Mom?" Latias asked. Latias was in her human form and ran toward the Mother, then she hugged her. "You've grown so big." The Mother said. "And you've grown so old." Latias said. Latias was tearing up when she realized that this was her mother. The Mother noticed Gelidus. "I see you have your own young." The Mother said. "Her? Oh, she lost her parents and I promised to take care of her." Latias said. "Take my advice, be patient until they are an adult." The Mother said. They both laughed as they looked at the sky. They could see the outlines of the Latios and Latias that came before. "We can't thank you enough for getting back the Soul Dew." Latios said. "I would do it again, but this was a once in a lifetime experience. Plus, I don't want it getting stolen, yet again." Latias said.
Kalos Ferox climbed upon a mountain in Kalos. He looked at the sunrise and said inhaled the air. He looked down at the town of Dendeville. He then looked at the morning sun and roared. A roar indicating 'We're free'.
THE END
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Project supervised by Pop-Culture Reviewer And The Golden Dragon
Written by Mercury
Based on the characters created by GAME FREAK And Mercury
Special thanks to Rose Productions Moonshiner The Blue Gamer9 Gyon the Giratina Plaid Goth HmakerXLIV Son goku (the saiyan) Spooky And Dylan Bell For supporting the production of this story And You, the reader For reading this story
Pokémon Owned by Nintendo and GAME FREAK The Experiments Owned by D-8 Entertainment
Fuchsia City, Kanto Region Horribilis rose from the water, terrifying the population of Fuchsia City. The city's Gym Leader, Janine, stepped out of her Gym and looked up. She saw Horribilis coming closer to the city. "I never knew this would happen!" Janine said. An Aura Sphere hit Horribilis, which made him back up. Mewtwo flew towards Horribilis and stopped in front of him. "What are you?" Mewtwo asked. "I am Horribilis. A creature created by humans, just like you." Horribilis said. "You dare intrude in my territory?" Mewtwo asked. "Your territory? You think you own the Kanto region?" Horribilis asked. "I protect it from threats and eliminate them." Mewtwo said. "You think you're some kind of god? Time to put you in your place." Horribilis said, charging up a Thunder. Mewtwo charged up an Aura Sphere and flew towards Horribilis.
Hammerlocke, Galar Region The Chairman and Oleane went to the Hammerlocke stadium and down an elevator. "I still don't get why you decided to take me to the Dynamax energy plant." Oleana said. "That giant black dragon said through the communication links that only he could store Dynamax energy. Well..." The Chairman said, then chuckling. They both looked up and saw a purple orb that was pulsating red. "There is one Pokémon that can." The Chairman said.
To be continued...
In memory of Satoru Iwata

2018 Survey Results

Hi everyone, here we are with some results! The survey was left open for ten days in order to garner a good number of responses, and it's up on spring but we're still far from the peak observed during Summer'15. Seems like there's a mass post-Tour exodus for some reason.

Year	2013	2014	2015	2016	2018	2018
Results	2013-06-12	2014-06-25	2015-08-07	2016-11-17	2018-03-06	2018-08-20
Replies	351	598	1395	892	630	928

Top 15 Countries

Country	2015	2016	2018 March	2018 August
USA	32%	28.3%	22.84%	25.32%
UK	18.6%	17.6%	14.70%	20.13%
Netherlands	6.4%	9.4%	11.50%	11.58%
Germany	3.73%	3.4%	4.95%	6.39%
Canada	4.9%	7%	6.39%	4.22%
Australia	5.2%	4.7%	3.83%	4.00%
Denmark	3.9%	3.6%	4.31%	3.79%
Belgium	3.8%	2.7%	8.15%	3.57%
France	2.01%	1.08%	2.88%	2.27%
Norway	2.58%	1.8%	1.60%	1.95%
Portugal	1.65%	1.8%	2.40%	1.52%
Sweden	1.08%	1.09%	1.44%	1.41%
Slovenia		0.73%	0.32%	1.30%
Ireland	1.00%	1.09%	1.44%	1.19%
New Zealand		1.30%	0.96%	1.19%

No surprise to see that the USA is on top as ever, UK second and Netherlands third, but it's the way that the numbers have moved since spring in particular which grants an interesting insight into what the Tour does. It has a particularly dramatic effect on the number of Belgians, who see their share plummet once the classics are over whilst the anglosphere goes full speed ahead into yellow jersey fever.
Elsewhere, German TV covering the Tour again has a positive effect on sub numbers, whilst a couple of extra nations creep into the top 15, most notably Slovenia.

What's your age?

	u17	17-19	20-25	26-30	31-35	36-40	41-50	51+	Total
2015	2.22%	12.04%	41.51%	24.66%	10.68%	4.87%	2.94%	1.08%	1395
2016	1.5%	8.9%	40.8%	24%	12%	5.4%	5.2%	2%	887
2018 Mar	1%	7.1%	33.5%	27.4%	16.2%	7%	5.7%	2.1%	617
2018 Aug	1.7%	9%	33.9%	26.4%	15.5%	7%	5%	1.5%	905

No great changes in the age ranges since spring, with possibly a shade more young people watching than before. Otherwise it follows that the average user is in their 20s, as you'd guess for Reddit as a whole.

What's your Gender?

	'13	'14	'15	'16	'18 (1)	'18 (2)
Male	97.2%	97%	94.9%	93.4%	93.3%	93.6%
Female	2.8%	2.7%	4.8%	5.3%	5.3%	5.4%
Other	-	0.33%	0.29%	0.78%	0.76%	-
Non-Binary	-	-	-	-	0.64%	0.99%

Sticking with the theme of usual reddit demographics, it's an overwhelmingly male presence, with just 49 female respondents in all.

How much of the season do you watch/follow?

Type	March '18 (%)	August '18 (%)
Grand Tours	84.7	92.0
Monuments	79.1	74.9
WT Stage races	67.4	62.4
WT One day races	73.3	59.8
Non WT Stage races	32.6	16.7
Non WT One day races	34.8	13.7
Literally everything I can consume	35.9	18.1

So far, aside from a little change in which nationalities tune in, there hasn't been too much of a change. Here though it's plain to see the difference in fan base between spring and summer on the sub. Grand Tour watching increases (as you might expect), monuments & WT stage races lose a little ground, but everything else takes a nosedive.
It's fair to say Le Samyn is not for everyone, but that's quite the drop.

How long have you been watching Cycling?

Time (years)	under a year	1 -2	2 - 3	3 - 4	4 - 5	5 - 6	6-7	7 -8	8 - 9	9 - 10	10 - 11	11 - 12	12 -13	13 - 14	14 - 15	15 - 20	20 - 25	25 +
March (%)	4	10.5	12.6	9.6	8.1	8.9	-	6.9	4.8	-	6.2	2.2	1.8	0.8	4.5	10.7	4.9	3.5
August (%)	4	10	13.2	9.9	7.7	8.3	5	4.6	2.7	5.4	3.2	2.2	1.8	1.9	1.8	9.5	5	3.8

Simply put, most of us have been watching cycling for less than six years, and just over a quarter have picked it up inside the last three, or since mid-2015.

Time (years)	0-5	5-11	11-15	15 & more
MAR	44.8%	26.8%	9.3%	19.1%
AUG	44.8%	29.2%	7.7%	18.3%

This makes looking at the data a wee bit simpler.

Section 2

Which teams do you like or not like?

This one is sorted by karma, which is simply the number of likes minus the number of dislikes. The 2015 answers come first and are highlighted with ^2015, then the 2016 answers with ²⁰¹⁶ and then the answers from this survey are highlight with ^2018. Hopefully this will give a feel of the changing image of some of the teams in the peloton.
First off, a full 12% of respondents are apathetic about teams, with no like/dislike feelings on the matter. For those that do have them:

Team	Karma²⁰¹⁵	Karma²⁰¹⁶	Karma^Mar'18	Like^Aug'18	Meh^Aug'18	Dislike^Aug'18	Karma^Aug'18
AG2R La Mondiale	7	124	303	342	424	23	319
Astana Pro Team	-389	-343	-115	149	217	212	-63
Bahrain-Merida		-185	-125	107	471	206	-99
BMC Racing Team	66	206	244	309	427	49	260
Bora Hansgrohe		177	369	518	267	12	506
Team Dimension Data		351	250	230	473	74	156
FDJ-Groupama	-7	72	152	130	554	85	45
Lotto-Soudal	24	151	287	231	510	31	200
Movistar	42	123	125	195	465	121	74
Michelton-Scott	208	556	279	468	301	34	434
Team EF Education First-Drapac p/b Cannondale (nee-Cannondale-Garmin)	54	131	237	299	424	54	245
Team Sunweb (nee-Giant-Alpecin)	29	148	317	489	292	24	465
Team Katusha	-13	-101	-4	67	511	194	-127
Team LottoNL-Jumbo	45	183	224	454	323	17	437
Team Sky	-3	51	-155	292	236	315	-23
Quick-Step Floors (nee-Etixx-Quick) Step	87	328	347	548	238	33	515
Trek-Segafredo (nee-Trek Factory Racing)	4	175	219	216	527	31	185
UAE-Team Emirates (nee-Lampre-Merida)	-20	-28	-125	76	491	218	-142

If reams of numbers scare you (and they should), then instead here's a handy little chart instead.
What conclusions can we draw from this then? Firstly it seems that GT season brings out familiar discontent with teams like UAE & Bahrain, whilst Katusha suffer from being both previously evil and utterly useless. Astana continue on the path towards redemption with the dark winter of 2014 slipping ever further out of memory, whilst Sky sits more or less level as they mostly were prior to spring.
Chief among the favourites though is Quick-Step, outshining ~~Peter~~Bora-hansgrohe, whilst Sunweb & LottoNL are reaching previously unthinkable heights of love with the sub.
Fair to say that no one cares too much about FDJ though.

Do you ride a bike regularly?

Answer	2018^Mar	2018^Aug
For fun	61.5%	63.4%
For fitness	59.3%	59.6%
For commuting	46%	46%
For racing	20.6%	20.6%
No, I don't	14.2%	12.9%

Similar stats to March as you'd guess.

Is Cycling your favourite sport?

	2015	2016	2018^Mar	2018^Aug
No	40,7%	34,7%	30.6%	39.7%
Yes	59,3%	65,3%	69.4%	60.3%

A palpable difference between spring & summer, with the numbers most similar to the 2015 survey, also held around Tour time.

What other sports do you follow?

Sport	#	% (/920)
I don't follow other sports	84	9.13%
Association Football / Soccer	477	51.85%
Formula 1	267	29.02%
American Football	208	22.61%
Basketball	181	19.67%
Esports (yes, this includes DotA)	146	15.87%
Rugby	139	15.11%
Track & Field	125	13.59%
Ice Hockey	119	12.93%
Skiing	112	12.17%
Motorsports (Not including F1)	102	11.09%
Tennis	98	10.65%
Cricket	96	10.43%
Baseball	88	9.57%
Swimming	65	7.07%
Speed Skating	64	6.96%
Triathlon	64	6.96%
Biathlon	62	6.74%
Snooker	58	6.30%
Golf	54	5.87%
Climbing	40	4.35%
Chess	39	4.24%
Martial Arts	38	4.13%
Boxing	35	3.80%
Handball	31	3.37%
Aussie Football	28	3.04%
Volleyball	25	2.72%
Field Hockey	24	2.61%
Rowing	24	2.61%
Wrestling	23	2.50%
Weightlifting	19	2.07%
Figure Skating	11	1.20%
Gymnastics	10	1.09%
Darts	9	0.98%
Badminton	6	0.65%
GAA	6	0.65%
Futsal	6	0.65%
Lacrosse	4	0.43%
Sailing	3	0.33%
Sumo	2	0.22%
Surfing	2	0.22%
Curling	2	0.22%
Trail Running	2	0.22%
Equestrian	1	0.11%
Fencing	1	0.11%
Diving	1	0.11%

Did anyone tell you Esports was on the rise? Because it's leaping up the table every year, especially when it includes DotA. Otherwise, Soccer is king, and Formula 1 at last freed from the cruel tyranny of the Motorsports category shoots up to second, with American Football third.
Oh, and that guy who has voted sailing four times, you're in!
Other cycling disciplines

Type	Votes
Cyclocross	167
Track Cycling	148
MTB	79
BMX	10

As for other cycling disciplines, /Cyclocross leads /Velodrome as usual.

Section 3

How often do you participate in a /Peloton Race Thread whilst watching a race?	2015	2016	2018^Mar	2018^Aug
I always participate in Race Threads during races	2,8%	2%	2.2%	4%
I follow Race Threads during races	41,7%	36,7%	38.1%	42.1%
I often participate in Race Threads during races	16,8%	19%	16.5%	18.9%
I rarely/never participate in Race Threads during races	38,7%	41,25%	43.1%	35%

Summer brings more invested users than normal, reversing the trend of less people participating in race threads.

How do you watch races?

Method	2018^Mar	2018^Aug
Pirate Streams	62%	46.5%
Local TV	55.7%	64.5%
Desperately scrabbling for Youtube highlights	37.9%	30.2%
Paid Streaming services	32.3%	35.4%

The ASO is unfortunately notorious for demanding that streams are legal and just, which sees summer piracy down on average, whilst local TV is up, as is the demand for paid streaming services, be it Eurosport, NBC, Flobikes & more.

Where do you follow races (in addition to watching them)?

Type	2018^Mar	2018^Aug
/Peloton race threads	86.2%	83.4%
Twitter	30.5%	34.7%
The Cyclingnews liveticker	26%	23.5%
Steephill	0.52%	13.5%
Sporza (site/ticker)	1.89%	9.5%
Other cycling forums	15.1%	8.1%
NOS Liveblog	-	6.8%
/Peloton discord	6.5%	5.4%
Facebook	3.8%	5.4%
BBC Ticker	-	3.5%
feltet.dk	-	2.2%
/cyc/	-	1.3%
Non Cycling Forums	-	1.3%
DirectVelo	-	1.3%
/peloton IRC	~0	0.8%

Twitter as ever remains an excellent place to get news and up to date live events on almost any race, along with various livetickers.
Worth noting the option list wasn't quite as long last time, which may have affected the outcome a tad.

Do you use /Peloton mostly in classic reddit or redesign when on the desktop?

Type	Percent
Classic	75.1%
Redesign	24.9%

Most of you remain true to the old reddit. Via the powers of enhanced traffic stats it's also possible to gauge where sub traffic came from in general. Here's a sneak peak at them.. Tour de July indeed.
Third party apps don't appear because reasons.

When does the season end?

Event	%
Giro d'Lombardia	43.4
Men's WC RR	37.1
La Vuelta a Espana	10.4
Tour of Guangxi	3.4
Tour of Hainan	1.6

Now the technical answer to this is as follows:

As a general rule, the international calendar shall start on the day following the conclusion of the previous year’s final UCI World Championships event or WorldTour event and end upon conclusion of the final UCI WorldTour or World Championships event of the year in question.

Which means the technically correct answer is the final stage of the Tour of Guangxi. However, we did establish in spring that the season really begins at Omloop, not down under, and now by an admittedly small margin we've established the season really ends at the final monument of the year.
There were shouts that it doesn't really end. it just gets a bit muddier, or that Paris-Tours is the real end of all things. One person also seems to think that the year ends at the Tour of Britain, which is a slight injustice to the Vuelta.

Rank the Monuments

Event	Average Position	Rank
MSR	3.32	4^th
RvV	2.5	2^nd
PR	1.28	1^st
LBL	3.25	3^rd
Lombardia	4.01	5^th

The definitive answer in case anyone brings it up again, it's clear to see that Paris-Roubaix is the No.1 monument for /peloton, with de Ronde a clear second, MSR & LBL tied for third and Lombardy languishing at the end of the season in a distant fifth.

Rank these Titles by Prestige

Winner of:	Average Position	Rank
Giro	2.48	2^nd
Tour	1.17	1^st
Vuelta	3.59	4^th
WC RR	2.96	3^rd
Olympic RR	4.19	5^th

Just to get an idea of how clear the lead for the Tour is, a full 89% of participants rated it as No.1. Yellow is the colour of choice. Next up is the Giro in a solid second, whilst the WC RR sits third. The Vuelta is as much an afterthought in this ranking as it is in the season in fourth, whilst the Olympics really doesn't get the level of recognition it possesses in Athletics for example, sitting in dead last.
And that is that! Thank you as ever for participating in our survey, which we'll probably stick to making biannual. We've read the feedback you left at the bottom, and here's a overview of the suggestions for the sub you guys made.
The subject that received the most references (over 20% of suggestions) was the spoiler rule, including love and hate for the current scenario. Both sides present good arguments. For now, the mod-team wants to make it clear that we are not considering to make changes in the near future. However, we will likely raise the discussion again once the season is over.
We had comments asking us to take a harder stance against anti-Sky posts. We allow every opinion, about any team, as long as you respect reddit and /peloton rules. Once that line is crossed, we take action. And, as seen in the section 2 above, the community feeling about Team Sky is currently close to neutral.
Some suggestions asked for more memes and fun - we have our friends @ pelotonmemes to give an answer to your needs!
One of the suggestions was "Promote idea that disagreeable comments do not necessarily deserve downvotes. Upvote comments that promote discussion" which is something we all agree with. Lately we have seen comments that are downvoted despite contributing to discussion, and we condemn that. Don't forget that the downvote button is not a disagree button.
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Silence

What’s the loudest sound you’ve ever heard?
A storm, rolling across the world when you were a child. The crack of thunder directly overhead that sends you darting toward your parents to hide under blankets with them, certain the night sky would split in two and collapse onto the surface.
The vehicle collision. The raw bang of the impact, followed by the concussion crunch of shearing metal and grating screech of alloy on concrete. Then comes the screaming. Thank your choice of deity for crumple zones and airbags.
That trip to the museum as part of your early education, the one where they fire the archaic kinetic rifle. Even with hearing protection, it’s still loud enough to make several of the others gasp. A moment after, the acrid fumes from the chemical propellants burn your eyes and make you double over, coughing.
Your professional sports team takes the championship game. One hundred and eighty thousand cheering fans, their roars of applause and chants of victory shaking the multi-story foundations of the mega-stadium. Their fanatical praise merges into a cacophony of ecstatic fervor. It’s not a game, it’s a religion, and the winning team has just gained entrance to Elysium.
Then you move offworld. You used to think those pro sports crowds were loud. You learn what loud means that first night your new friends invite you to a het’yal blood match. Loud means a quarter million jacked up fanatics, drugged on blood and bets, howling for death until the coliseum threatens to crack under the reverberating roar.
When the bolt-bouncer blast slams into the concrete a finger span from your head. That kinetic at the museum was firing blanks a great distance away. This energy weapon is shot by a broker who wants you dead. You don’t remember the bolts being this loud in the films.
The thud of the seal being stamped on your jump docs. So stark in that spartan room you flinch. That stamp just sealed your fate. It’s a good contract, you keep telling yourself, but the thud echoes with morbid finality in the stillness. Taking the plea deal is better than prison. Only a dozen revolutions as part of a deep mining crew, and the Core-wide gambling ban is going to help you. Time to repay your debt to society.
Remember that first night on the outer rim? You were always told the void was cold and dead, but as you lie, overheated, in that too-small bunk, you realize it’s a myth repeated only by on-worlders. Your bunk-mate’s respiration, the ceaseless hum of the ventilation system, the perpetual rumble of arti-grav, the electronic buzz of atmo-regulators; all audible over the distant thunder of drive engines. The moments pass slowly, every instant forcing your hearing to pick up ever more subtle details. Ships are never mute, you begin to understand that night. If any one of those amalgam of sounds were hushed for more than half a turn, you wouldn’t see the next jump point.
You don’t get any sleep that first turn. Because in the dead silence, surrounded by nothing but a million light years of hollow void, every detail of that ship is deafening.
The memory of the tunnel sends an involuntary shiver dragging icy fingers down your spine. The ear-splitting shriek of the support pillar failing, followed an instant later by the blaring klaxon sensing the pressure deltas. You barely have time to register panic before half a million tons of mineral-rich asteroid collapse, dragged down by the gravity of the massive mining colony. Only quick thinking and a repulsor-bike get you out.
You’ve jumped every FTL lane across the outer rim--one of them with a malfunctioning relay station--survived half a dozen mining disasters, escaped a collision during a docking misalignment, know the inside of more than a handful of holding cells, patched a venting hull in the void, and been on the wrong side of more than a few pulse rifles.
The contract ran out a while ago. But this has become your life, way out on the edge of the Black. Besides, they dumped a mess of credits into your accounts when you re-signed. Because you can handle it. You don’t jump when monsters go bang in the night.
But the pirates hit hard and fast, and the noise of the broadside impacting your ship makes even you pale. You thought you’ve heard something loud before, but you haven’t. There’s no way to describe the sick horror of a plasma cannon smashing skid-loader-sized holes through the hull. Nothing like the concussive detonation of an energy pulse sending liquified alloy erupting through the fuselage, followed by the guzzling maw of the void sucking the atmo from your lungs.
But that’s not the part that truly frightens you. Because it’s half a turn later, after you alone live on your ship with a hole through your belly, that you can appreciate the loudest sound in the universe.
What’s the loudest sound you’ve ever heard?
It’s silence.
No drive engines. No FTL linkups. No ventilation or oxygen-scrubbers. Wrecked thermo-regulatory systems, leaving you panting through the thick, stale atmo. The consoles and LED readouts are blank: lifeless screens and muted switches. They crippled the comms; cut the lines and mangled the antennas. The ship is silent.
Silence is the void. The void is death. Silence is death. Silence.
Silence is a million square light years of nothing.
The knocking on the hull echoes with finality through the ship. But not the finality of death. Because there is no sound in the void. But the salvage rig has life on it. And life makes noise. Miracle.
Remember that first night on the rig? You can’t sleep again, listening to your bunk-mate’s respiration, the ceaseless hum of the ventilation system, the perpetual rumble of arti-grav, the electronic buzz of atmo-regulators; all against the backdrop of distant thunder from the drive engines. You just want to listen. Noise is movement, and atmo, and creatures. Where there is sound, there is life.
You just close your eyes and listen. The ship is loud in the quiet.
It’s subtle, almost a galactic standard revolution later. Creeping through the void like smoke in the night. The outer rim is going dark, muffled like a landscape buried in icy snow.
The void is treacherous, you all tell yourselves, accidents happen this far out from the Core. And you believe it, for a while. But rumors travel fast this far from civilization, and the stories coming back from the edge make even the outer-worlders uneasy.
You’ve heard stories before; tales from creatures too long in the deep. But this is different. This is long-range mining crews vanishing without a distress beacon. This is freighters found drifting with stolen cargo. This is missing trajectory reports and forced rerouting of comm signals. This is silence; an insidious dead space inexorably devouring the homeworlds of a great civilization.
It’s going to be too late when the Core notices. Sound distracts from the quiet. And there is trade, politics, scientific and artistic discoveries, entertainment of all kinds. Money talks, and speech covers the silence.
You try to get out, when you realize. When the blackout veil draws tighter and tighter across the outer rim. But you can’t hear the silence in time, and you find yourself on the wrong side of a war.
It’s a war unlike any the galaxies have ever seen. It’s a war of primal savagery and inexorable ferocity. A holy war; a crusade by a demonic species from beyond the Black. Unleashed from the abyss like an elder god’s vengeance. Brutality such as this has not been known in living memory.
Is war the loudest sound you’ve ever heard?
You’re there when the broadside lines meet, when the cannons flare like stars in the void. You’re aboard when the commanders are shouting orders to the gun crews. You’re listening to the empty static from the comms. Ship after ship.
Dread fills your belly as you watch your allies melt away. Science that has only been theorized is now reality. These creatures do not rely on FTL lanes and relay stations to travel the galaxy. Because they can jump. Virtually omnipresent. With weapons that have firing solutions before they’ve dropped from hyperspace. Nowhere is safe. And when they materialize with that otherworldly crack, their guns and their stormtroopers hit hard.
The military capabilities of this species rival that of even the Core worlds. Tech and tactics far beyond anything you’ve heard of on the outer rim.
You rupture some eardrums, that time half your troop transport blows apart. A mass driver slams a fifteen-hundred kilogram, depleted uranium slug through your carrier at an appreciable fraction of c. Half a moment later another railgun punches an HE round through the breached hull. The computer barely has time to seal the bulkheads before a fireball consumes the high-oxy atmo. You can hear the screaming through the blast doors. It haunts you for a long time, shrieking in your skull when you try to sleep.
The first time you’re fired on by kinetic rifles. The acrid fumes bring back memories of that school trip, so much time ago. Firefights leave your ears whining; energy weapons don’t have the same bang. It’s several cycles before they start issuing the helmets with adjusted hearing protection and filters.
The inferno escalates like fuel cell wildfire across the frontiers. In panic, the Core lashes out, striking advance stations and carrier docks with the full strength of it’s available fleets. Ancient alliances are renewed, reserves are called up, federations mobilize. Millions of ships and billions of soldiers muster across the stars, their rifles and hulls to resist the Black, the clamor of their rally to stay the silence.
Against the total might of the galactic assembly, even the monsters from the Black cannot hold. But they do not give back the void gently. They fall back amidst the thunder of mass drivers and impact of uranium slugs. Their retreat is covered under the roar of drive engines and spitfire of point-defense systems. And when they begin to lose, their tactics shift from brutal to cruel.
Blood and ash, slogging through radiation-seared planets and skulking the burned-out hulls of dreadnoughts. Incendiary rounds detonating behind armor plating while klaxons blare their warning. Hull breach. Pressure suits and oxygen masks. Kinetic rifles and energy weapons. The howl of atmo over drag fins as capital ships fall from the sky like shooting stars. The impassive voice of the computer: torpedoes inbound; brace. Pyrrhic victory after pyrrhic victory.
You sleep through orbital bombardment. Because noise is life, even if the life brings death. You’ve heard something louder.
The motion scrapes by the tribunal. Barely. The representatives from the Core worlds assemble to meet the envoy from the edge of the Black. Begging for peace.
You’re here with the others when the envoy’s ship docks. The others who are called war heroes. An honor guard. But that’s a sham. You’re here to hold back the fury of the crowds. Creatures who have lost comrades, friends, family, homeworlds, systems. Jeers and yells and threats of revenge. Millions who want no end to the war.
The uproar reaches a crescendo when the envoy steps off the ship. The personification of all that is horrific in the Universe. It’s small and compact--muscled--moving easily in this world’s lower gravity. Encased in an armored pressure suit because of the atmo it can’t breath.
But louder even than the roaring horde is the broadcast, linked to every system in the settled worlds.
“You stand before this council accused of war crimes. Such atrocities and depravity that mere words cannot describe.”
You look at the void-dark helmet of the envoy. Basilisk stare.
“Your species’ transgressions are innumerable and unforgivable. The galactic collective is unified in purpose. Your homeworlds are exposed and your position is untenable. You will submit to the sanctions or face extinction.”
All eyes turn toward the accused.
But the Terran is silent.

[1996 season rewatch - Week 10] US 500, Michigan International Speedway (CART Round 6)

The Clash
After the simultaneous running of Indianapolis 500 and the new US 500, David Phillips contemplates the implications for American motor sports.
Indycar racing's inaugural Mille Miglia is history. Based on the events of May 26, it's clear we haven't seen the last of the Memorial Day 1000.
The US 500 was a financial - if not aesthetic - success, with more than 110,000 in attendance on a day that began with a dozen cars crashing on the pace lap and finished with Jimmy Vasser outlasting at least half a dozen other potential winners to score his fourth win of the season.
Down south, a month that oscillated between the bizarre and the tragic produced a dramatic finale to the 80th Indianapolis 500, with a hobbled Buddy Lazier edging out Davy Jones even as the most serious accident of the day unfolded in Turn Four at the chequered flag.
The Indy Racing League faces colossal challenges, however. It remains to be seen, for example, whether Dallara and G-Force can build and develop enough chassis to supply full fields: whether EMCO's transmission will be up to the job: whether the price-controlled, production based engine formula will work: or whether the fans who flock to weekly short track events will turn out in force for IRL events. (How many of Joe Gosek's fans will make the pilgrimage from upstate New York to New Hampshire for the IRL race in August?)
But the overriding question is whether those who struggled to field teams with a glut of used equipment on the market will be able to afford new chassis and engines, let alone pay for their development. As team owner John Della Penna (who hopes to race full-time in the PPG series before long) noted at Indianapolis, there's a world of difference between the cost of competing and the cost of winning.
But let's suppose that the IRL overcomes these formidable hurdles. The League could develop into a nationwide, open-wheel, oval track championship that will enable the likes of Gosek, Tony Stewart and Billy Boat to ply their trade in front of a national audience and, it is hoped, earn a decent paycheck into the bargain.
Make no mistake, though. The fact that they haven't had that chance for the past two decades is more the responsibility of a USAC that failed to provide them with a coherent national championship than it is the fault of Championship Auto Racing Teams which was pursuing its business plan of ovals, road courses and temporary circuits that has proved so successful at home and abroad. In fact the USAC's inability to look much beyond the Midwest is precisely the reason that the World of Outlaws came into being and developed into the premier sprint car series in the country.
For its part, CART would be well-advised to focus on the things that have made the PPG Indy Car World Series one of the two most successful open-wheeled racing series in the world. Frankly, the organisation should simply forget about the Indianapolis 500. It was only human for the CART team owners, competitors and administrators to spend much of May extolling their virtues at the expense of the IRL. But the interests of CART and its constituents will be best served if the owners focus their energies on making their series the best it can be, rather than by belittling the Indy 500 and the IRL.
There is no doubt that the loss of the world's largest one-day sporting event is a major blow to the CART series. But a wide open month of May gives CART new scheduling freedom that could see some of the traditionally underserved domestic markets brought aboard, not to mention additional opportunities and more flexibility with respect to international events. On another front, rule-making is already proving less onerous now that the team owners and engineers can chart their own course, without having to consider the technical, philosophical and political agendae of USAC and the Speedway.
Just as the loss of the Indy 500 from its schedule is a mixed bag for CART, so divorcing the PPG Indy Car World Series has its pluses and minuses for USAC and the Speedway. First, Tony George has become the benevolent dictator that CART critics have long craved. George and USAC will be able to put into practice their ideas on cost reduction and technology containment while simultaneously providing the likes of Stewart. Gosek and Boat with opportunities in Indycars rather than having them defect to NASCAR a la Jeff Gordon or just wither on the vine.
But while George may yet succeed in creating a grassroots-friendly form of Indy racing, he will do so at the cost of the international reputation of the Indianapolis 500. Outside the borders of the United States, the 1996 Indy 500 was perceived as a farce with Stewart Gosek and Gardner replacing Unser, Andretti and Rahal; Salazar, Velez and Gregoire supplanting de Ferran, Moore and Fittipaldi. And it's a sure bet that a reigning world champion will never again grace the starting field at Indianapolis so long as it is run under the auspices of the IRL.
From the international standpoint, there's a feeling of déjà vu to the whole situation. By isolating itself from the cutting edge technology and cornucopia of international driving talent attracted by the success of the PPG Indy Car World Series, the Indy 500 seems destined to return to the myopia of the 1950s. That mindset led to the humbling experiences of the rear-engined 'revolution' in the 1960s and, ultimately, renewed international interest in the race. But with what amounts to little more than a spec formula, the IRL has insured that chapter of history is unlikely to be repeated.
Whether that's a good or bad thing depends on your perspective.
SUNDAY DRIVERS
A WRECK FROM THE GET-GO, THE CART-BACKED U.S. 500 DID LITTLE DAMAGE TO THE INDY 500'S REPUTATION
The Indy car racing civil war is not over, but its battle of Gettysburg has been fought--and Indianapolis held its ground.
Going into Sunday's clash between traditional and upstart races, the 80th Indianapolis 500 and the first U.S. 500 at Michigan International Speedway, Indianapolis Motor Speedway president Tony George had conceded, "It's a crucial day for us." The world would be watching to see whether Indy, the greatest motor race of them all, could withstand a boycott by Championship Auto Racing Teams Inc. (CART), which had most of the sport's top drivers on its side. "But," George had said, "I doubt that a clear winner will be declared at the end of the day."
For certain, at the end of the day there was a clear loser in the feud between George and CART team owners over long-term control of the sport. The rebels took a pratfall when 12 cars piled up approaching the starting line. This was enormously embarrassing to CART, which had predicted cataclysm at Indy. Seventeen rookie drivers, the most to start in an Indy 500 since 1930, were in the 33-car starting grid at the famed Brickyard, but that motley field did all right. There were only two accidents of a serious nature--the most spectacular on the final lap, when only nine cars were still running--and no life-threatening injuries.
A no-name, Buddy Lazier, won Indy, and his performance was gutsier than that of Jimmy Vasser--hardly a household name himself--who won at Michigan, where CART had advertised "the stars and cars of Indianapolis" would be running. If the opinion of Indy loyalist A.J. Foyt is correct ("It's Indianapolis that makes the stars, not the drivers who make Indianapolis") then Lazier has a better shot at stardom than Vasser.
Because he was still recovering from 16 fractures and 25 chips in his lower backbone and tailbone, suffered in a crash at Phoenix in March, Lazier drove the 200 laps at Indianapolis in awful pain. "A month ago I could barely walk on crutches," he said on Sunday, after winning his first Indy car race. Lazier had to be lifted gingerly from his car in Victory Lane, but the tough erstwhile skier from Vail, Colo., tried hard not to flinch.
Later on Sunday, in the U.S. 500, Vasser drove with egg on his face, for it was he who pulled the boneheaded move that initiated the opening melee. Because the crash happened before the start, the filthy-rich CART teams gave themselves a multimillion-dollar Mulligan. All 12 of the drivers involved in the mess got the option of casting aside their wrecked half-million-dollar vehicles and using their backup cars for a restart.
Though the U.S. 500 win was Vasser's fourth victory this season, aficionados of Indy car racing suspect that he is a passenger on a guided missile, a Reynard car powered by a Honda engine that is uncatchable--unless the driver screws up. Well....
As the pole sitter, all Vasser had to do was step on the accelerator and keep his car in line. Instead, he did the worst thing imaginable for a pole sitter: He drifted to the right and got tangled up with No. 2 qualifier Adrian Fernandez coming out of Turn 4, spinning both cars to the right. Vasser then took out the third front-row starter, Bryan Herta, and both cars spun violently into the wall. "It was pretty stupid," said Mauricio Gugelmin, who wound up finishing second in the race. "Jimmy Vasser got a little out of shape." Nine more cars collided as they tried to avoid the wreckage. Vasser and eight other drivers switched to their backup cars, while three others made repairs. Fernandez then scratched completely after his team couldn't get its backup running.
As for the handful of bona fide star drivers at Michigan, such as Michael Andretti, Emerson Fittipaldi, Bobby Rahal and Al Unser Jr., they were not factors--no more than they would have been factors at Indy had all been rosy in the sport. They don't have Honda power, which has made a joke of CART "competition."
Somewhat to his credit, Vasser did not override his guidance systems once the race finally got started. He chased his rabbit teammate, Alessandro Zanardi, for half of the 500 miles and then took the lead for good on the 241st of 250 laps after Andre Ribeiro ran out of gas coming out of Turn 4. This was typical of a day in which mechanical and tactical failures, rather than passing skills, were largely responsible for changes at or near the top. Only 11 out of the original 27 cars were running when the race concluded.
Not that Indy's armor wasn't chinked, but nothing happened that will cause George to cave in to CART owners, who include Roger Penske, Carl Haas, actor Paul Newman and Late Show host David Letterman. The old Speedway's 315,000-seat grandstands were virtually full, though the Speedway was not overflowing with the usual race-day crowd of 400,000-plus. Any other one-day sports event on the planet would have been delighted with Indy's "off" crowd.
Granted, the bottom fell out of Indy's ticket-scalping business at the corner of 16th Street and Georgetown Road, where the traditional pre-Indy bazaar is always held. "I wasn't alive when Wall Street collapsed, but I know what it must have felt like," a 22-year-old scalper told the Indianapolis Star as his handful of $125 face-value tickets, which would have gone for as much as $1,000 apiece only a year ago, languished at the begging price of $40. A veteran scalper of the World Series, the NCAA Final Four and the Masters screamed into the rainy Saturday-night skies, "This race is over, and it ain't never comin' back!" Still, by starting time on Sunday the grandstands were full, albeit with some spectators who had paid as little as $10.
At Michigan International, where CART had sold tens of thousands of tickets at a substantial discount, there was a capacity crowd--though that was only 110,879. "We are now two different organizations with two different philosophies," George said late last week, meaning that the divorce with CART was final. All during Indy's month of practice and qualifying, George had been cool to the point of smugness. He was even lackadaisical. "Business as usual," he called it, even after the May 17 death of pole winner Scott Brayton, who succumbed to head injuries after his car slammed into a retaining wall during a test run when one of his tires went flat. George mourned the passing of Brayton at a funeral in Coldwater, Mich., on May 22, but death at the Speedway is hardly new. Even CART stalwart Haas said the crash of the highly experienced Brayton, in a well-prepared car, had nothing to do with CART's criticisms that the replacement Indy field was clunky and dangerous.
Brayton was the 66th person, including the 39th driver, to be killed since the Brickyard opened in 1909 and began hosting 500-mile races in 1911. The Indy 500 has survived the public outcry over those deaths, not to mention two world wars, the Depression and various driver uprisings (the most notable in 1947), which turned out to be hiccups in the Speedway's history, as this flap will be. "Indianapolis Motor Speedway is the greatest racetrack in the world," said Lazier's team owner, Ron Hemelgarn, who had fielded cars at Indy for the past 18 years and could have bought into the CART rebellion but didn't. "And it always will be, whether they run go-karts or stock cars or Indy cars."
Indeed, for all CART's bravado, the men who have helped define racing in this country--the Andrettis, Fittipaldi, the Unsers and others--were truly saddened by their exclusion from Indy. The CART community kept tabs on the Indianapolis 500 out of the corner of its eye on Sunday, simultaneously mourning the break with tradition and hoping their stand-ins at the Brickyard would be exposed as impostors. Two hours before the U.S. 500 began, many of that race's principals tuned television sets to Indy and waited for the circus to commence. You could feel the bad vibrations: Gentlemen, start your envy.
"What they predicted would happen to us happened to them," Hemelgarn said of CART. The uneventful start at Indy occurred primarily because the drivers there tiptoed through the first lap, spreading themselves out to allow almost ludicrous margins for error. Still, the Indy 500 leaders, benefiting from a newly laid, supersmooth surface at the Speedway, often clocked lap speeds of more than 230 mph, obliterating race-lap records set by the supposed major leaguers of CART in years past.
There were no serious accidents at Indianapolis until veteran Lyn St. James and rookie Scott Harrington tangled on the 162nd lap; St. James suffered a fractured wrist. On the final lap Roberto Guerrero spun and collided with Allesandro Zampedri and Eliseo Salazar. Zampedri's car went airborne and landed upside down, and both of his legs were injured. Salazar sustained a bruised right knee. Guerrero, who spent nearly three weeks in a coma after crashing during a tire test at Indy in 1987, was uninjured.
While Indy suffered from yellow fever--10 yellow caution flags resulted in 59 laps during which the race droned on at reduced speeds while debris was cleared off the track--Michigan suffered from red plague. The red flag, which halted drivers following Vasser's gaffe, was displayed for 61 minutes. Plus the U.S. 500 had 12 yellows, for 78 laps.
Best of all for Indy, a deserving star was born there--after seven years of hard knocks at the Speedway and elsewhere on the Indy car circuit. Lazier, 27, failed to qualify at the Speedway in 1989 and '90, qualified but finished last in the '91 race, wound up 14th in '92, failed to qualify in '93 and '94, and fell out of the race after only six laps last year.
There have been few split seconds of higher drama at Indy than when Lazier darted past Davy Jones for the lead, for keeps, with eight laps to go, despite the realization that a crash at 230 mph could re-reshatter his lower backbone, if not kill him. Lazier said the agony he drove in helped him keep his concentration, "because you don't want to do it again." The X-ray of his injuries after the Phoenix crash, he said, "looked like a hard-boiled egg that had been dropped and cracked. Another crash here could have cracked all those areas again. It makes you pay attention. I wasn't scared."
Hemelgarn choked up in the interview room after the race as he recalled that "one year ago at this moment, I was down at Methodist Hospital while Stan Fox [his driver of last year, who suffered life-threatening head injuries in one of the most horrific-looking crashes in Indy history] was in surgery. At the time they didn't think Stan was going to make it." Fox has made a remarkable recovery, and he was walking and talking at the Speedway, though doctors haven't yet cleared him to drive.
For 19 years Hemelgarn had come "with 19 different drivers," and all he'd found was disappointment, heartbreak and horror. Still, he was loyal to the Speedway, and it finally paid off. "This has proved, once and for all, and never to be discussed again," he said, "that the stars are born at this racetrack." Indy had held its ground.
After the race George, the maligned heir to the family fortune that includes the Speedway, signed autographs for 45 minutes and smiled wearily. At 36 he's regarded by CART owners as a punk, unworthy and not smart enough to take total control of Indy car racing. But the fans at the Brickyard on Sunday showed their respect for his race. "Thank you very much," they would say after he signed for them. Many called him sir, which would have galled the silver-haired CART moguls.
"Thanks, Tony....Good job, Tony....Keep it up. We're with you 100 percent."
And best of all: "We'll be back next year."
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Every year, during the long Indycar off-season, indycar embarks on a rewatch of an entire Indycar season. We try to find interesting articles and reports each week, to set the scene, along with a YouTube link to the full race. This year we are rewatching the 1996 season, the first year of "The Split" where two rival Indycar series competed against each other, one owned by the Indianapolis Motor Speedway (the Indy Racing League, or IRL) and the other more established series run by the teams of CART. Races are posted every Friday at midday Eastern.

Same Shit Different Year 2K18 - Part 1

LIVE! Streaming on WiR.com

We fade in to a video package, where we an empty WiR ring, in the Lowell Memorial Auditorium, at 2:10 PM earlier tonight, before doors opened. We see GM Russell Sharp and Assistant GM Ricky Andrew stand in the ring, and look directly into the hard cam.
Russell: Tonight, is a very special night. For me, for Ricky here, and especially for all the boys and girls in the back.
Ricky: In just a few short moments, we’ll see those men and women compete in this ring, and attempt to make history.
We hear the official SSDY theme kick in as Russell continues to speak.
Russell: In WiR’s past, we’ve seen many incredible moments created…..
We see a montage of various epic moments in WiR history. Ryan Sunshine winning the WiR World Championship, Mark Dutch winning the first-ever AMUDOV Tournament, and Maverick winning in the Main Event of last year’s SSDY.
Ricky:....and we’ve seen dreams shattered.
We cut to clips of Brendan Byrne losing at AMUDOV III, Dalidus Nova losing his Independent Championship to Miles Alpha, and The Warlords, Stephen Romero and Robert Warlock, splitting apart.
Russell: But tonight isn’t about the past. It’s about the future.
We cut to shots of WiR’s present stars, Joey McCarty, Ryan Sunshine, Maverick, Brendan Byrne, Stephen Romero, Alexis Breathnach, Charlie Krieger, Mark Dutch and Louis Blackwater, Klutch and Dalidus Nova, S.P.E.C.I.A.L.I.S.T, Alex Perilmorde, Sierra Briggs, Eric Matthews, Eric Appelbaum, and many more.

Russell: Tonight we’ll see new stories created….

We see various highlights of the many feuds leading into SSDY.
Russell:...and epic moments that will last a lifetime.
We cut back to Russell and Ricky as the music fades away.
Russell: Welcome, to SSDY, 2K18.
Fade to Black.

We cut into the scene, as we get a panning shot of the sold out Lowell Memoriam Auditorium in Lowell, Massachusetts! The SSDY theme once again plays, as we see a rowdy and excited crowd! Several signs spotted including “Brendan will Byrne that canadian snow” “SPECIALIST have a SPECIAL place in my heart” a crude but charming drawing of Santiago Martinez punching out a tedhead, and finally a sign reading “I want Sierra’s 20 foot strap-on in my asshole”. As the rest of the crowd ready themselves for the night.
Crowd: WiR! WiR! WiR! WiR!
We then pan out from the crowd to our commentary crew, both men smiling from the excitement in the building, as Paisner begins to speak.
Paisner: Hello WiR Fans old and new! I’m Allen Paisner-
Woodbridge: And i’m Mark Woodbridge.
Paisner: And welcome to SAME. SHIT. DIFFERENT. YEAR. 2K18! The 4th rendition of one of our biggest shows. And oh man, every year it just gets bigger and bigger! We got matches like a tag team gauntlet! A hardcore match between Charlie Krieger and Alex Perilmorde! The battle of the Eric’s! Our annual SSDY ladder match in the form of a fatal 4 way ladder for the tag team titles! Two beefy motherfuckers going at it in Sierra Briggs and Stephen Romero! The new longest reigning ever independent champion Teddy Coronado defending the title against the two next closest men, Andrew Garcia, and Santiago Martinez! An incredible dream match between Maverick and Ryan Sunshine! Possibly to determine the face of WiR! And of course, in our main event. Brendan Byrne has his chance to complete his long road to redemption. Getting a shot at Joey McCarty’s WiR World Title! An opportunity he earned back at AMUDOV by winning the tournament! But enough talk, we have action to get to, and coming up is a battle between two relative newcomers in Anthony Daniel Xaiver, and Kristi Slater, each seeking to prove themselves. To Javier in the ring!
We cut to Javier standing in the middle of the ring, mic in hand, ready to announce.
Babaganoush: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit! Officiating the match……
We hear Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado hit the speakers, as Moxie Moon walks out from the curtains with a referee’s striped shirt on!
Crowd: YYYAAAAYYY!! MOX-IE! MOX-IE! MOX-IE!
Babagnaoush: Please welcome the Special Referee…..Moxie Moon!
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Paisner: Folks, the refereeing situation for this match may be rather unusual, but Kristi Slater went and made this feud personal with Moxie Moon, so our owner will be refereeing!
Woodbridge: Indeed! After Slater attacked Moxie on an episode of After Party, Moxie saw fit to make herself the ref for this match! You’ll probably hear Slater complain how unfair that is… but I know Moxie, and I know she’d never cheat!
Moxie walks down the ramp, slapping fans hands before she walks up the steel ring steps, and steps inside the ring. Moxie throws her hands up as the crowd cheers for the House Party owner! After Moxie’s music fades away, “Holiday” strikes up as Slater runs to the ring, flipping the crowd the bird as she acrobatically rolls in while booing fills the arena!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SLATER SUCKS! SLATER SUCKS! SLATER SUCKS! SLATER SUCKS!
Babaganoush: Introducing first - from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada, weighing in at 100 pounds - KRISTI! SLATER!
Paisner: Now, Woodbridge, Slater has lost to Xavier before - fairly recently, in fact. How do you rate her chances in this match?
Woodbridge: Well, not too good overall… but she has extra motivation here, tryin’ to have a win she can rub in Moxie’s face.
The music switches to “The Pretender”, prompting cheers as Anthony Daniel Xavier comes out, all smiles, thumbs up, and glad hands, without his usual jacket but with his seemingly everpresent beanie, whipping the thing into the back rows as he climbs in the ring.
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! ADX! ADX! ADX! ADX! ADX!
Moxie shakes hands with Xavier, then offers her hand to Slater, who simply glares at her; she slips out of the ring to talk to Maurice Chondon a moment before having the bell rung - but in that time Slater has lunged at Xavier and begun wailing on him with wild punches!
Paisner: AND SLATER GETS THE JUMP!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Moxie jumps onto the apron to restore order, chastising Slater and making the two separate before calling for the bell for real.
DING DING DING!
Paisner: A false start of sorts, let’s see what becomes of this…
Woodbridge: Probably means Slater’s gonna continue being shady.
Xavier keeps his distance, wary of another attack, and the two begin to circle each other. Kristi dashes in again, throwing a few more wild punches at Xavier! Xavier dances backwards, avoiding the blows from his smaller opponent, before dashing in himself and hooking Slater up for an arm drag, sending her down to the mat! He maintains control of the arm, pulling Slater back up, and twisting her into an arm wringer! Kristi grimaces in pain, as Xavier wrings her arm tight, before rolling forward and breaking the hold!
Paisner: Xavier’s trying for an early advantage with this arm manipulation…
*Woodbridge: ...and you’d better bet that he could transition into a submission at any moment...
Kristi gets to her feet, and Xavier moves in, pressing the advantage! He goes for wrist control yet again, but Kristi lashes out with a quick kick to Xavier’s knee, sending him backwards a step! Kristi goes for another kick to Xavier’s gut, doubling him over! Kristi bounces off the ropes, then charges at him, leaping for a knee strike, but Xavier drops down! Kristi flies over him, not breaking stride, and hits the ropes on the other side, only to run into a dropkick from Xavier!
Paisner: ADX showing his agility and technical prowess early on here, regaining control after that early assault from Kristi Slater!
Woodbridge: Kristi is outsized and arguably outmatched in this contest, and you’ve got to be sure Moxie Moon is looking for any hint of rule-breaking!
Kristi rolls to her feet, shaking off the dropkick, and begins to stay back of her own accord. Xavier feints shooting a takedown, and Kristi spins off to the side, only for Xavier to dart in, catch her around the waist, and transition into a quick back suplex! Kristi keeps the momentum, and flips out of the suplex, landing on her feet! Xavier whirls around, only to take a low dropkick to his knee, which sends him down to the mat!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Paisner: Slater always shows impressive speed, and that dropkick could be turning this fight around!
Slater pounces, immediately laying into Xavier’s legs with brutal stomps, as Xavier slowly pulls himself up! Xavier pushes himself to one knee, through a hail of stomps, and Slater takes the advantage, leaping forward with a knee aimed at the back of Xavier’s head! Xavier ducks the knee, and Slater flies past him! Xavier immediately leaps into action, grabbing Slater’s knee and turning her over, before locking in a spinning toe hold! Xavier spins, hooking the leg and pulling it tight, as Slater clenches her fists and grimaces in pain!
Woodbridge: WHAT REFLEXES!
Paisner: Xavier’s submission instincts kick in! A classic submission in the run-by transitioned spinning toe hold! Will this basic hold be enough?
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Moxie: Do you want to give up, Kristi?
Slater: FUCK YOU!
Slater kicks at Xavier, trying to dislodge him, but Xavier spins yet again! Slater slams her palms into the mat in frustration, and finally connects with a solid kick, stunning Xavier briefly! Slater rolls over, onto her hands and knees, and tries to get up, only to be caught in the chest with a retaliatory kick from Xavier! Slater clutches her chest in pain, and Xavier shoots in, hooks her arm, and twists it into a hammerlock, before pulling her up! Slater lashes her free arm back, trying to connect with Xavier, but doesn’t have any leverage!
Crowd: ADX! ADX! ADX! ADX!
Paisner: Very good technique on that hammerlock, and Xavier wants a serious submission transitioned out of it...
Xavier wrenches Slater’s arm up, but Slater drops to a knee, forcing Xavier down with her! Slater hooks her arm around Xavier’s neck, pops back up, and drops again in a makeshift jawbreaker, stunning Xavier for a moment! Xavier takes a step back, and Slater slips her arm free, and immediately whirls around with another huge haymaker, rocking Xavier! Another punch! Another! Xavier staggers, and Kristi steps up and levels him with an enzuigiri! Slater takes a second to immaturely taunt Moxie Moon with a stuck-out tongue and a middle finger before hitting the pronated Xavier with a jumping elbow drop and covering him, hooking one leg…
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NO!
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Paisner: Xavier kicks out!
Woodbridge: And Moxie did a fair count! Just like I knew she would!
Slater huffs in frustration, burying her face in her hands and letting out a short scream before getting up and stomping on the still-fallen Xavier! However, Xavier rolls underneath her assault and as she follows him, stomping as she walks forward, he makes it to the ropes and clutches the bottom one!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Paisner: Xavier forcing a clean break here! Slater will get the count of five…
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2!
Slater angrily backs off at two. Xavier uses rope leverage to get himself up, feigns a defensive crouch keeping his hands up and center of gravity low… but then he springs out at the fuming Slater, catching her off guard! He catches her with a double leg takedown, and goes in for his reverse Boston crab!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Woodbridge: CCX! C’MON, GET HER LOCKED XAVIER!
However, Slater still has enough presence of mind to kick Xavier straight off her with both feet as he goes for the hold! Undeterred, Xavier falls onto Slater’s back and hooks both her arms in a double chickenwing, next bridges over her head… then runs on the mat, twisting his body above hers several times before turning over into a bridging Fujiwara armbar!
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Woodbridge: A Cattle Mutilation! A runaround! And now BP/90!
Paisner: That might be the strangest transition I’ve ever seen, Woodbridge summing it up more eloquently than I ever could!
Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
Moxie Moon kneels down again to look for a submission…
Slater: FUCK OFF, MOXIE!
Grimacing in agony, Slater struggles to post her free arm, but quickly manages to use it to poke Xavier in the eyes, the shock making him drop the hold!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Moxie: HEY! You can’t do that, Slater! I oughta disqualify you, last warning!
Slater gets up and shoves Moxie, her face turning red from fury!
Slater: JUST WAIT TILL AFTER THIS MATCH! If I catch you alone I’m gonna--
Xavier has already gotten to his feet and, although he’s still rubbing his eyes, shifts his dominant foot back and then fires off a resounding roundhouse kick to the head of Slater!
Woodbridge: THE BIG KIBOSH!
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Slater staggers, knocked silly from the blow, and doubles over after whirling around; Xavier puts her in a headscissors and raises her in a powerbomb lift… but twists her body around and clutches her thighs, falling backwards from the momentum into a high-angle bridging German suplex!
Paisner: What a kick! What a transition! A monster German and the pin is in!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
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DING DING DING!
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ADX! ADX! ADX! ADX! ADX!
Babaganoush: Here is your winner, by pinfall, at a time of 11 minutes 8 seconds - ANTHONY! DANIEL! XAVIER!
Paisner: Ultimately it was Slater’s grudge against Moxie Moon that directly proved her downfall, Woodbridge! If she had only concentrated on Xavier, there were multiple points in this match where she could have had him!
Ringside crew take Kristi out the ring, tending to her, as she holds at her head, and looks completely loopy from the high angle german. As Xavier stands up with a smile on his face, as Moxie raises his arm as the victor!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Kristi eventually forces ringside crew off of her, stubbornly walking to the back by herself, as ADX then rolls out the ring. Heading near the fans, as he slaps hands with as many fans as he possibly can while heading his way up the entrance. Making sure to take a few moments to talk to a little kid everytime he encounters one. Before eventually making his way to the top of the entranceway. As he poses one last time, pointing up to the sky with both hands, before heading through the curtain.
Things then settle down for a moment, the lights dimming for that duration of time. Before coming back on, as we notice Javier sliding into the ring, getting up to the middle of the ring, as he begins to announce once more.
Babaganoush: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Officiating is Mia So Hung!
Crowd: MIA! MIA! MIA! MIA!
Paisner: Some more singles action about to kick off for us tonight as Barron Blade seeks to settle his score with Starman, his ex-mentor!
Some really catchy digitized theme music strikes up as the masked Starman makes his way to the ring with confidence, flexing and shaking hands.
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Babaganoush: Introducing first, from Mexico, weighing in at 230 pounds - STARMAN!
The music switches to “Faint” and the crowd reaction instantly sours as Barron Blade comes out from behind the curtain, scowling and not paying any attention to the crowd, just focused on Starman.
Babaganoush: And his opponent - from an unknown location, weighing in at an unknown amount - BARRON! BLADE!
Paisner: Even with Create-a-Stable as muscle Barron Blade hasn’t done much in WiR…
Woodbridge: It’s SSDY. Anything could happen.
Blade walks down the ramp, sneering at his former mentor as he walks. Blade disregards the fan reactions, and walks with confidence, before rolling into the ring. Blade lifts the Middle Finger up in Starman’s direction, showing him exactly what he thinks of him!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Paisner: Starman and Barron used to be close, as they were teacher and student. However, Starman kicked Barron out of his school due to cheating and using dirty tactics. Starman held a grudge against Barron, as we can clearly see!
Mia So Hung checks the competitors over and calls for the bell…
DING DING DING!
The formerly close pair go in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up and it’s immediately clear that Starman has the advantage. Blade seems not to know what to do with his hands, and Starman easily leads the dance, forcing Blade into an advantageous position and then transitioning into a bearhug, lifting Blade up and shaking him before dumping him to the ground!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAY!
Paisner: Starman a longtime student of the game and a true veteran - he knows the simple stuff can be the most effective!
Starman kneels on top of Blade to hit him with mounted strikes or a submission, but Blade immediately rakes his face! Mia So Hung sternly admonishes Blade but Starman has to roll off Blade in pain anyhow!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Paisner: ...And Barron Blade responds in apparently the only way he knows how.
As Starman is recovering, Blade toe kicks him in the face, then sits on his chest in an arrogant cover!
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NO!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Woodbridge: Barron Blade has got to be kidding here. Did he really think that one would work?
Starman kicks out with total ease, one hand guarding his face as the other moves in for Blade’s thigh to hit a takedown. Blade pushes Starman back with a relatively light and slow knee lift and hooks him up with a front facelock, going for a basic DDT, but Starman pushes out with a shoulder block and gets to standing again. The two circle, Blade striking out first with a straight punch to the jaw, which forces Starman back, but he lunges out with a chop to Blade’s face! Starman follows up with more chops, hitting Blade’s chest, and slides around his back, hitting a release belly-to-back suplex which lays Blade out! However, before Starman can slide backwards into a cover, Blade kicks him in the back of the head!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Paisner: A solid counter there by Blade, but hardly honorable…
Now Blade himself attempts a cover, by simply loosely draping his leg onto Starman’s chest…
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NO!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
As Starman and Blade get up again, Starman wraps Blade in another bear hug, hoping to fire off a belly-to-belly suplex from the position, but Blade rakes his back at an angle Mia So Hung can’t see. The pain and distraction is enough for Blade to force Starman to his knees, and then he hits Starman in the face with a knee lift and covers by standing with one foot on his chest!
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NO!
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Paisner: Plenty of arrogance from Barron Blade.
Woodbridge: I don’t think he’s exactly earned that yet.
Starman kips up, but Blade reaches under him and rolls him up, holding his tights!
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2!
NO!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Woodbridge: Every blatant cheat in the book - none of them quite working out for Barron Blade today.
Blade, however, rolls through the kickout of his rollup and rolls up Starman again, this time ending up pinning him near the ropes and putting his feet on them for leverage!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Woodbridge: Oh come ON!
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2!
STOP!
Mia So Hung has noticed the cheat!
Mia: ONE MORE TIME! I dare you, Blade! Try me, I disqualify you so fast!
Blade smirks and shrugs at her after getting up from the rope break and cockily faces off with Starman, not making any move to attack him straight away - and Starman breaks away from him, hitting the ropes - and somersaulting towards him! Blade tries to counter with a knee but misses and gets knocked over as Starman extends his leg for his somersault kick!
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DING DING DING!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Babaganoush: Here is your winner, by pinfall, at a time of 7 minutes 12 seconds - STARMAN!
Paisner: The master’s skills beat the student’s low cunning today!
Woodbridge: Exactly - Barron Blade was just too full of himself, thinking he was better than some “old man” - and Starman got him!
Starman: See, Barron - cheaters never prosper. All you have to do to win is try with all your heart and keep getting up if you get knocked down.
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Woodbridge: Looks like he still has faith left in his student!
Blade looks at Starman with seeming respect as the senior wrestler’s theme continues to play - when out of nowhere, the other members of Create-a-Stable burst from behind the curtain and bum-rush the ring!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Woodbridge: Predictable…
AKI Man and The Superstar fall onto Starman, laying into him with punches and kicks as Barron Blade looks on, unsure…
Blade: Guys, I never asked for this…
Suddenly Blade lunges at AKI Man and pulls him off Starman, attacking his stablemate as the relieved Blade is able to overpower The Superstar! Blade and Starman quickly get the upper hand and toss AKI and Superstar over the top rope, and the Create-a-Stable flunkies run to the back again!
Paisner: Incredible! Barron Blade has a change of heart, and saves his mentor!
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
With the Nintendo Pro Wrestling theme triumphantly closing out, Blade and Starman share a warm handshake, and then a hug, as they walk out of the ring together.
The lights then dim out for a moment once again, everything being set up as quickly as possible for the next match. This goes by quick, as not soon after, we see Javier climb into the ring once more, mic in hand, ready for more announcing.
Javier: Ladies and gentlemen, the following bout, with a 30 minute time limit, is a gauntlet match for number one contendership at the WiR Tag Team Championships!
Paisner: Mark, I'll be honest: I am pumped for this match!
Woodbridge: With good reason! One team will be able to secure themselves a championship match in the near future with a victory in this multi-team gauntlet!
You Me and the Bottle Makes 3 hits the soundsystem, as teammates Alexis Breathnach and Yasmin Hyland enter to the roar of the crowd.
Javier: Introducing first: at a combined weight of 327 pounds, from Ireland and Las Vegas respectively, the team of Alexis Breathnach and Yasmin Hyland: SIIIN AAAND VIIIICE!
The two make their ways down to the ring, high-fiving fans and seemingly masking their discontent at being the first entrants into the match. Once they make it to the ring, their music is cut and replaced with The Boys Are Back In Town as Andrew Reilly and Dylan Jones enter the arena.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!
Javier: Now introducing, at a combined weight of 407 pounds, from Ontario, Canada, the team of Andrew Reilly and Dylan Jones: THE GOOOOOONSQUUUUAAD!
They throw empty cans of Budweiser at the large crowd, shittalking Sin and Vice to one-another as they make it down to the ring. Andrew slides into the squared circle to meet Alexis Breathnach, as Dylan Jones and Yasmin Hyland stand firm on the ring apron.
DING DING DING
Alexis and Andrew quickly lock up in the center of the ring. However, before Alexis is able to get the expected upper hand, Andrew twists on her right arm, getting behind her and applying a hammerlock.
Woodbridge: Andrew taking a technical route in the early-goings of this fight.
However, before he can truly cinch it in, Breathnach strikes him in the chin with a Back Elbow! He is dazed from the attack, allowing Alexis to twist back around and throw Andrew to the mat with an Arm drag.
Crowd: Yeeaah!
But once Andrew hits the mat, he rolls into his own corner and tags in partner Dylan Jones. The second the tag is made he darts his eyes up to met Alexis', before beginning to hype himself up, slapping his chest and raising his fists!
Paisner: Is Dylan trying mind games, or is he just mentally preparing to battle with Breathnach?
Woodbridge: Honestly Allen, I have no fucking clue.
Dylan leaps over the top rope, amped up as hell, and rushes at Alexis! However, she has of course had all the time in the world to prepare, and in turn nails Jones with a Jumping Clothesline!
Crowd: WOOOOOO!
Reilly is sent whiplashed into the mat, as Alexis turns herself around and walks, quite casually, to her corner. There, she would tag in partner both in and out of the ring, Yasmin Hyland. Yasmin would enter the ring before sitting on the rope, giving Alexis room to exit. She goes towards the center, where a dazed Dylan stumbles right into her arms for a brutal Cobra Clutch Slam!
Woodbridge: Holy shit, that might be the end game for The Goonsquad!
Paisner: Not unless Andrew Reilly has anything to say about it!
Yasmin covers, as Andrew tries to get into the ring to interfere.
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But Andrew succeeds, managing to barely get a hand on Yasmin. However, Alexis quickly get revenge, grabbing Andrew by the head and throwing him out of the ring! He quickly stumbles up to his feet but Breathnach is one step ahead of him as she hits the far rope before returning back with a tope con hilo!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHH! SIN AND VICE! SIN AND VICE!
Paisner: The factor that was Andrew Reilly has just been divided out!
Woodbridge: And now Yasmin looks to pick up the pieces!
Back inside the ring, Hylan picks Dylan Jones off the mat and heaves him onto her shoulders. With a grunt, she then spins him off looking to nail a Firemans Cutter.. However, Dylan is able to maneuver in mid-air and land on his feet, before suddenly spinning her around, hits Jumping DDT
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!
Woodbridge: Hot damn, Jonesy reversing the momentum just like that!
Dylan takes the opportunity to cover Yasmin, hooking the far leg.
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But Alexis makes the save, grabbing Dylan's leg and pulling him out of the ring!
Paisner: That was far too close for comfort!
Alexis cocks a fist back and takes a swing at Jones, but he is able to duck right underneath the fist! Getting behind Breathnach he then gives her a large shove forwards, sending her crashing into the metal ringside barrier!
Crowd: Boooooooooo!
Dylan laughs to himself, before sliding back into the ring where he is immediately met by a massive slap from Yasmin Hyland! His jaw is jacked and he remains stunned as Yasmin kicks him in the gut, keeling him down enough to nail him with a Small Package Driver right in the center of the ring!
Paisner: ALWAYS BET ON RED!
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Crowd: YEAAAHH!
Javier: The Goonsquad has been eliminated!
Woodbridge: And there goes our first team! Lets see who's next to bat!
Default Red and Default Green quickly enter from behind the curtain, and rush down to the ring!
Crowd: Boooooooooooooooooooo!
Red gets on apron, ignoring the boos of those in the crowd. Default Green slides into ring, but Hylan is able to land an immediate headbutt that knocks the ever-living hell out of him!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!! SIN AND VICE! SIN AND VICE!
Paisner: AND YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY...
Yasmin picks Default Green off the mat with complete ease, and hits another picture perfect Small Package Driver!
Paisner: ALWAYS, MARK, ALWAYS!
Hyland makes the cover as Alexis Breathnach cheers her for her partner from the apron.
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Javier: Create-a-Tag-Team has been eliminated!
Woodbridge: Well at least they got their paycheck!
Suddenly, Jonestown hits the soundsystem as Jon Cody and Lucian Alexander pop out from behind the curtain!
Crowd: WOAAAAAHHH! WOOOOOOO!
Paisner: APPETITE FOR REVELATION!
Woodbridge: Both of these teams may be considered favorites to take this entire match, Allen!
Lucian hops onto the apron as Jon Cody slides athletically into the ring, and begins to engage in an absolute slobber-knocker with Yasmin!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO! WOOO!
Paisner: This crowd is split on who they want to win this!
Woodbridge: But it looks like it's gonna be the former world champ!
Sure enough, Jon Cody manages to daze the already-tired Yasmin after a flurry of stiff strikes. He takes advantage of this by pulling Hyland into a bear hug, squeezing the air right out of her with every breath! However, Hyland quickly attempts to counter by tying a guillotine choke around Jon's neck!
Paisner: Oh shit! Both of these big competitors trying to choke the over out!
Woodbridge: This round might be a case of who can keep their bodies working longest!
But as both begin to fade, they make an unspoken agreement to release their holds at the same time. Both sides stumble back into their corners, their bodies mere seconds away from giving out to their opponent. With this, both Alexis and Lucian are able to tag themselves in, resetting the momentum on both sides!
Paisner: Double tag, Mark! Lets see who takes the advantage!
Both Lucian and Alexis springboard onto the top rope, immediately jumping off and nailing eachother with springboard forearm smashes!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!
They both wipe out on the canvas, neither able to attempt the cover. However, it is Breathnach able to get her bearings together first. As she staggers to her feet in somewhat of a daze, she sizes up her opponent. Once Lucian gets to his feet, Alexis snaps her body into motion, shooting for a massive Spinning Heel Kick!
Crowd: WOOOOA - OOOOOH!
Woodbridge: SPINNING HEEL - NO! LUCIAN!
Alexander grabs her leg and quickly pushes it down, getting himself position behind Breathnach. Without thinking, he immediately wraps his arms around her neck and throws Alexis backwards with a Sleeper Suplex!
Paisner: TRIP TO FUCK MOOOUUNTAAIIN!
He twists onto his stomach, and presses himself ontop of Breathnach, shoving her shoulders down into the mat!
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Crowd: OOOOOOOOHH!
Javier: Sin and Vice have been eliminated!
Woodbridge: What a suplex, and what a showing from Sin and Vice!
Coffee and TV blasts into the building, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Alex Silva and Kelly Williams spring down towards the ring with an energy that can only come with caffeine addiction. Both men leap onto the apron, but Kelly runs towards their corner as Silva springboards off the top rope, catching Alexander with a Crossbody!
Paisner: Hot damn, The Coffee Boyz starting off strong!
Silva hops back up to his feet, and the crowd cheers for his athleticism. However, he can only spend a brief second soaking in their appreciation before turning back to Lucian, who is now on his feet, albeit dazed. He prepares himself, before letting loose a massive Spinning Backfist
Paisner: BARISTA BACKFIS -
Woodbridge: NO!
Lucian ducks underneath, and bops back up in position to get his head underneath Silva's arm! Here, he wraps his arms around Alex's waist before twisting towards the mat, swinging Silva into the mat with a ferocious Saito Suplex!
Crowd: WOOOOOAAAAHHH!
Lucian rolls to his hands and knees, before tagging in his partner Jon Cody. The large man stomps into the ring over the top rope, and quickly yanks Silva up to his feet, he turns Alex around to face him, before giving him a simple shove to keel his opponent. Jon then lifts Alex up high into powerbomb position!
Crowd: Ooooh...
Jon runs towards the Coffee Boyz corner, before chucking Silva into the pads with aBuckle Bomb, so hard that his partner Kelly Williams explodes off the apron and topples down to the ringside mats!
Crowd: ...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!
Paisner: WHAT A BUCKLE BOMB!
Woodbridge: And Silva's in the impact zone of a ballistic missile, courtesy of Jon Cody!
Silva stumbles forwards out of the corner, right into Cody's Discus Lariat!
Paisner: THE KING'S FACE!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOO! A-4-R! A-4-R! A-4-R!
As Alex flips into the canvas, Cody wastes no time in covering his opponent, not underestimating the coffee boyz even after nailing his signature maneuver.
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Javier: The Coffee Boyz have been eliminated!
Cody quickly gets back to his feet and pushes himself into the ropes, eagerly anticipating his next challenger. However, no music plays...
Woodbridge: Well? Who is it, who's next in line?
Paisner: Whoever they are, I wouldn't want to be the ones going against Appetite For -
Sippin' hits the speakers!
Crowd: WHAAAAAAAAA?!
Paisner: that's... that's the moonshine boys! THAT'S THE MOONSHINE BOYS, MARK!
Cletus McCoy and Joe Bob Nelson quickly pull away the curtain, revealing themselves! The crowd reacts in astonishment as the two stand by the curtain, making direct eye contact with Appetite For Revelation!
Woodbridge: THE MOONSHINE BOYS ARE BACK, AND THEY MAY BE OUR NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS SOON ENOUGH!
Jon Cody steps away from the ropes, allowing Cletus McCoy to enter the ring! However, Cody quickly attempts another Discus Lariat, but this one is ducked by Cletus, getting behind the large man. He pulls his boot back before driving it into the back of Jon's knee, causing him to topple down!
Paisner: They haven't lost a step! Hell, I think they've only gotten better!
McCoy hits the rope facing Jon, and returns at his opponent with a Running Knee Strike! Jon is knocked into the Moonshine corner by the sheer force of the strike!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO! LET'S GO CO-DY! LET'S GO CO-DY!
He begins to madly stomp on Cody, before tagging in his partner Joe Bob Nelson. Joe enters the ring quickly, and grabs the large man, managing to heave him up into a seated position on the top rope. He then creates enough distance to get a running start at Jon. He leaps up high after gaining some momentum, and strikes Jon hard in the chest with a surprising Top Rope Dropkick!
Crowd: NOOOOO! LET'S GO CO-DY! LET'S GO CO-DY!
Woodbridge: The Moonshine Boys seem completely void of ring rust! Hell, they look in good position to possibly take this whole match!
Cody manages to barely stay on the ring apron, but it may work against him as Nelson grabs him by the hair, heaving Jon's legs onto the middle rope, holding the rest of his body horizontal by the head and neck in DDT position!
Paisner: He might end Appetite For Revelation's chances right here!
Woodbridge: But wait, Jon isn't quite out of this just yet!
Pulling his legs off the rope, Jon manages to free himself! He doesn't waste the opportunity, quickly transitioning Joe Bob into a Rope-Hung Flapjack!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!
Jon doesn't attempt to capitalize, instead choosing to tag in Lucian, who quickly runs into the ring while Nelson is still dazed. He dips down and gets his head between the legs of Joe Bob, picking him up into an Electric Chair! With Nelson unable to reverse, Lucian is able to nail an Electric Chair German Suplex! He bridges, pinning Nelson's shoulders to the mat!
1...!
Paisner: GOODNIGHT!
2...!

House Party 1/29/18 - Part One

LIVE! Streaming on WiR.com

We fade into the scene, and see the opening shot of the jam packed Palmer Center in Easton, Pennsylvania, with about 965 fans in attendance. We see various crowd signs that say things such as “We want Midgets”, “Dutch did 7/11”, and “Sunshine=God.” We hear the roar of the crowd, as they start to get pumped for the show!
Crowd: W-i-R! W-i-R! W-i-R!
Paisner: Hello fans and welcome to House Party! The FINAL show before SSDY 2K18!
Woodbridge: And what a show it’s gonna be! Tensions are boiling between so many people, and things could EXPLODE here tonight!
Paisner: Well folks, it should be an awesome program, but kicking off our show tonight is a very interesting 8-man tag-team bout between "The Golden State Goons" and "Appetite for Sin".
Woodbridge: That's right, Allen! All of these participants are those who came up just short of the Same Shit, Different Year ladder match. However, tonight they all look to get things back on track!
Javier stands in the center of the ring, Microphone in hand. Sweet Soul Sister begins to play over the soundsystem, as both Alexis Breathnach and Yasmin Hyland make their way out from behind the curtain.
Javier: Introducing first: at a combined weight of 327 pounds, from Ireland and Nevada respectively, the team of Alexis Breathnach and Yasmin Hyland: SIIIN AAAND VIIIIIICE!
The two begin to make their way to the ring, as Jonestown replaces their music. Out from the curtain walks Jon Cody and Lucian Alexander, the crowd continuing to cheer.
Javier: Their partners for the evening: at a combined weight of 480 pounds, from Arkansas, the team of Jon Cody and Lucian Alexander: APPETITEEEE FOOOOR REVELAAAATIOOON!
They also make their way towards the ring apron, as Sin and Vice make room for their partners. Meanwhile, the next theme begins to play, that being The Boys are Back.
Javier: Their opponents: at a combined weight of 407 pounds, from Ontario, Canada, the team of Andrew Reilly and Dylan Jones: THE GOOOOOONSQUUUAAD!
Andrew Reilly and Dylan Jones both enter from the curtain, but don't head down to the ring. Instead, they choose to wait for their teammates to enter.
Javier: And finally, their partners: at a combined weight of 501 pounds, from The Sunny Beaches of California, the team of Chaz Levine and Spence Cooper: THE GOOOLDEN STAAAATE STAAAAAAARS!
Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss hits the speakers, as Chaz and Spence enter from the curtain. The two allied teams fist bump, before heading down to the ring as a unit.
Woodbridge: So Allen, before we begin: who ya' got?
Paisner: I'll have to go with Appetite for Sin, Mark. Not only are they all strong individual performers, but having that extra chip on their shoulder after their respective losses in the qualifiers will surely give them the motivation to push through this bout.
The Golden State Goons get too the ring, and Chaz Levine enters while the other three get on the apron. On the opposite side, it's Alexis Breathnach to get in the squared circle, as official Mia So Hung signals for the bell to ring!
DING DING DING
Alexis and Chaz are about to begin circling one-another, but before they can begin Lucian Alexander tags himself into the bout against Alexis' will. He steps between the ropes into the ring as she gives him a death stare beyond all death stares.
Crowd: Oooooooh!
Woodbridge: I don't know how smart this is! These two teams might be starting things off on the wrong feet after the events of last week!
Lucian looks at Alexis and gives a half-smirk, before immediately charging Chaz! He is rammed into the ropes before he even has time to react, and Lucian lays into him with a quick upwards strike to the jaw!
Crowd: Yeeaahhh!
He then grabs Levine by the wrist and gives him a massive Irish Whip that sends him crashing back-first into his own teams turnbuckle. Alexander then rushes towards the corner, attempting for a Corner Spear. However, teammate Andrew Reilly is quick to drop off the ring apron and grab Chaz's ankle, pulling him out of the ring and to safety!
Paisner: The teamwork and - LOOK OUT LUCIAN!
Alexander can't stop his momentum, and is sent flying directly into the turnbuckle poster shoulder first! Dylan Jones takes advantage of the situation, swinging a knee upwards into Lucian's face. Chaz then slides back in under the bottom rope, and yanks Lucian out of the corner.
Woodbridge: The GoonSquad and Golden State Stars might just end up working together better than expected! Compared to Appetite for Sin's teamwork, they might actually have a slight advantage in this bout!
Chaz looks to go for a rare Dragon Suplex, but is unsuccessful when Lucian breaks the Full Nelson with relative ease and delivers a Back Elbow that connects right between the eyes! Lucian turns around to capitalize, but Chaz is able to sneak in a quick Dropick that sends Lucian to the mat!
Crowd: BOOOOOO! A-4-S! A-4-S!
Chaz crawls back to his corner and quickly tags in Spence Cooper, who begins to climb the turnbuckle towards the top rope. He makes it, using his teammates shoulders and hands for balance.
Paisner: This is VERY unexpected from The Golden State Stars! Perhaps they're looking to one-up every other team in this bout and set themselves up in excellent position for a future championship match.
He leaps off the rope, looking to nail a Crossbody on the now-standing Lucian. However, the second that Dylan enters the air, Alexander drops his dazed persona and simple walks out of the way, sending Jones crashing into the mat!
Crowd: Hahahahah! Wooooooooo!
Lucian turns back towards his corner, raising his hand into the air. Jon Cody is about to make the tag, before Yasmin Hyland hits him on the shoulder and storms into the ring!
Woodbridge: Even more tension building between these teams! I only hope for their sake that they don't implode!
Hyland stands above Spence Cooper, and grabs him around the waist with both arms. She squats down and uses her tremendous strength to heave Dylan not just off the mat, but all the way back into it again with a Deadlift German Suplex!
Crowd: WOOOOAAAAHH! YEEAAHH!
Spence slams into the mat and crumbles up into a ball, eventually folding out onto his back as Yasmin walks back to her corner to tag in Sin and Vice partner Alexis Breathnach. She takes her turn climbing the top rope, and makes it up, before quickly leaping back down with her signature Top Rope Elbow Drop!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO! A-LEX-IS! A-LEX-IS!
Paisner: Heartthrob! That beautiful Elbow Drop from Breathnach!
She stays on top of Spence after connecting with the Elbow Drop, and hooks the far leg as Mia So Hung begins his count!
1...!
2...!
But suddenly, all three of Chaz Levine, Andrew Reilly and Dylan Jones dogpile on top of Alexis, breaking the cover! The other three members of Appetite for Sin storm the ring! Jon Cody begins clobbering Andrew, as Yasmin begins going blow-for-blow with Chaz. Meanwhile, Dylan tries to get off a quick right hook on Lucian, but eats a flurry of elbows for his courage!
Crowd: FUCK THEM UP! FUCK THEM UP!
In unison, the three either Irish Whip or clothesline the members of The Golden State Goons out of the ring! They press up against the ring ropes, but none of them are able to see Spence Cooper as he suddenly rolls up Alexis, the legal member of the team!
1...!
2...!
Woodbridge: IT'S OVER!
3.. - NO!
Alexis pushes herself free, and Spence immediately darts back to his corner, tagging in Andrew Reilly as Alexis begins to make it to her feet. He hops over the top rope and begins laying hard strikes into Alexis, who begins to respond with fists of her own!
Crowd: Wooo! Booo! Woo! Booo! Woooo! Booo! Booo! Booo! Booo!
Andrew begins to get the advantage, as Alexis' strikes start to lose their strength. Seeing an opportunity to take down Breathnach, Reilly winds back and swings a massive fist. However, Alexis ducks underneath and Andrew's momentum carries him forward enough for Alexis to get behind him, quickly reversing the flow of the match with a Jumping Neckbreaker!
Crowd: YEAAAAHH!
Paisner: Hot damn, what a Neckbreaker! I don't know if Andrew'll get up from that one!
The other three members of Reilly's team again begin to enter the ring, as Alexis covers her opponent!
1...!
2...!
But as the three leap for the interception, Breathnach quickly slides off of Andrew, and they all dogpile ontop of their own teammate!
Woodbridge: Genius from Breathnach! And look, she's taking it to all of her opponents!
She shoots a kick into Dylan's chest, followed by another boot to Spence! Chaz starts to get up, but not before she can lay two quick forearms into his chest before throwing him right over the top rope!
Crowd: WOOOOO! BREEAAAATHNACH! BREEAAATHNACH!
Paisner: Mark, I think it's clear who the current MVP of this match is.
Woodbridge: You're damn right Allen, Alexis has been making this HER ring!
Speak of the devil, Howeever, as she turns around and eats a Double Underhook DDT from Reilly!
Crowd: ooOOOOOOOHH!
Paisner: Five Minute Major! Alexis is down!
Andrew is quick to cover, looking to all but steal a victory!
1...!
2...!
No! Alexis is able to pull one shoulder off the mat, extending her arm high into the air! Andrew grabs the arm, and yanks the still dazed Breathnach to her wobbled feet, before lifting her and setting her down in the Rudos corner. Here, he tags in Dylan Jones, sliding back out of the ring.
Woodbridge: Allen, this is the exact opposite of where Alexis wants to be right now!
Jonesy strikes with a quick two chops across her chest, before sending her flying across the ring with a somewhat sloppy Irish Whip. She strikes the turnbuckle corner hard as Dylan begins to chase after her. However, she uses the momentum of hitting the turnbuckle to run back at Dylan, and nail him across the skull with a Discus Elbow Smash!
Crowd: YEAAAAAAHHHH!
Paisner: IRISH KISS!
Breathnach stumbles slightly, before leaping towards her teams corner! The tallest man, Jon Cody, connects with the tag and enters the ring for the first time in the match, ready to end it!
Woodbridge: Jon Cody, the former WiR World Champion is in the ring!
Paisner: And Dylan doesn't even realize it!
Dylan Jones oddly stumbles to his feet, completely out of it. He reaches out towards Paisner and Woodbridge at ringside, possibly thinking they are his teammates. However, he can't make his hypothetical tag as Jon Cody quickly lays him out with an absolutely hellacious Discus Lariat from behind!
Paisner: THE KINGS FACE! IT'S GOTTA BE OVER!
Woodbridge: JONSEY'S GONNA NEED NECK SURGERY!
Cody wrenches Dylan onto his back, and makes the cover!
1...!
Crowd: YEAAH!
2...!
Crowd: YEAAAAHH!
3...!
DING DING DING
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Jonestown blasts through the soundsystem, as the other three members of the team enter the ring. Although Appetite for Revelation and Sin and Vice still look at one another with uncertainty, they still raise their arms in a united victory over their rudo opponents.
Javier: The winners of this bout via pinfall, at a time of 11:17, the team of... SIN AND VICE AND APPETITE FOR REVELATIOOOOON!
Paisner: Well, although the teamwork was quite a bit sloppy, the individual power of this all-star team was able to get the job done tonight!
Woodbridge: And now you can only assume that all four of these teams, both winners and losers, will be looking towards improving for after our marquee ladder match at Same Shit, Different Year!
Paisner: Well, it’s that time again, folks. Coming next we have another candid Chad Hammocks sit down interview, and his guest is none other than The Bald Adonis, Ryan Sunshine!
Woodbridge: After Maverick’s words last week, I wonder what Ryan has to say about his SSDY opponent!
Paisner: Let's waste no time, let's cut to the live feed of Chad Hammocks, alongside Ryan Sunshine!
We cut to the feed, where we see Chad Hammocks sitting across from Sunshine in an interview room. Chad looks into the camera and welcomes us.
Hammocks: Hello, WiR fans, and welcome to another sit-down interview hosted by me, Chad Hammocks. My guest needs no introduction, but i’ll do my best to give him one anyway. The first-ever WiR World Champion. The Son of the Sun. The Bald Adonis. Please welcome my guest, Ryan Sunshine. Thank you for being here, Ryan.
Sunshine: My pleasure.
Hammocks: Coming up on February 4th, is one of the biggest matchups in your career. You’ll be taking on the Pibb Drinking Cowboy, Maverick in singles action. Do you have any comments on this upcoming dream match?
Sunshine: Dream match?
A smirk plays on Sunshine’s lips.
Sunshine: No offense, Chad, but this is no dream match. Me vs Sonny Carson? Dream match. Me vs Kyle Scott? Dream match. Me vs EVJ, or Vic Studd? Dream match, even for myself. This? No.
Sunshine laughs.
Sunshine: Maverick is about to realize why people regard me as a legend. He’s about to realize why I’ve beaten everyone in my path. He’s about to realize that Ryan Sunshine isn’t a relic of the past, and that I’m better than I ever was. He may be good, but I’m always going to be better.
Hammocks: If you don’t look at this as a dream match, Ryan, then why did you come back? It sounds like you were enjoying your time away from the ring.
Sunshine: The reasons I came back are mainly mine, Chad. I don’t feel the need to explain them, other than to say that I felt it was time to come back and remind people that there is still only one man atop the mountain. And it’s not some soda-swiller.
Hammocks: Sunshine, I wanna take you back to June 15, 2015. It was you taking on Maverick for the first time ever. You beat him after making him submit to the Trefoil Knot.
Sunshine: And I’ll tap him out again, if need be. I can also pin him. I’m flexible.
Hammocks: But do you think it’ll be that easy? Do you think beating Maverick will be harder this second time around?
Sunshine: Chad, let me answer your question with a hypothetical. You ever found a fly in your house?
Hammocks: Yeah.
Sunshine: Ever swat it?
Hammocks: Yeah.
Sunshine: Was it easier swatting down the next one? You’d learn how to do it quicker, or which periodical rolled up made the best weapon, or to buy some bug spray. Beating Mav once doesn’t make me feel anxious about beating him again. Clearly it’s something I’m capable of, and if I know I’m capable of it, it’s as good as done.
Hammocks: One last question before we cut away. If you were face to face with Maverick right now, what would you have to say to him?
Sunshine turns to look at the camera.
Sunshine: Maverick… I’m not a coward who sits behind a lens to deliver a message. I’ve got something to say to you, and I’ll say it to your face.
Sunshine immediately pops out of his seat, and walks towards the exit to the room.
Hammocks: Where are you going?!
Sunshine opens and shuts the door, leaving the room.
Hammocks: What does this mean?!
Hammocks turns to the camera.
Hammocks: Back to you, Paisner….
We cut back to Paisner and Woodbridge at the announce table.
Paisner: What does Sunshine mean by that? Are they gonna meet face to face tonight?!
We fade into a room in the backstage area, where Dalidus Nova and Klutch stand atop a wrestling mat. They're both dressed in their full gear, and begin to talk.
Klutch: So, uh, Dalidus... what the fuck is this?
Dalidus: Alright now hear me out: All these other teams that we've gotta face at SSDY think the hardest part is done. I'm willing to bet they're sitting back, sipping on margaritas in the locker room right now. Meanwhile, we're gonna spend the night training for each specific team, starting with S.P.E.C.I.A.L.I.S.T.
Klutch: Well that makes sense enough, but what's with the mat?
Dalidus: Pinfalls, Klutch. Pinfalls. Presagio del Fin's signature move, and the only thing he can do better than either of us.
Klutch: ...Y'know it's a LADDER match, right?
Dalidus: Of course, but imagine this: you're climbing the ladder, and you're inches away from the championship. Suddenly, Presagio himself grabs you from the other side. He pulls you into a small package from atop the ladder, and you crash and burn together.
Klutch: Okay okay okay, I see what you're getting at. So, your plan is for us to practice reversing pinfalls?
Dalidus: Exactly. Now come over here.
The two meet in the middle of the mats, when Nova suddenly pulls Klutch down into a Small Package!
Dalidus: One! Two! Thr -
But Klutch pushes off the mat with a free hand, and reverses, getting Nova's shoulders down!
Klutch: One! Two!
But Dalidus breaks the small package, and spins up to his feet. Klutch stays down, however, and immediately pulls him into a Schoolboy!
Klutch: One! Tw -
He rolls backwards, breaking himself free. Nova then quickly lunges at Klutch, grabbing him by the legs before flipping overtop of him for a Jackknife Hold!
Dalidus: One!
Klutch uses his size advantage to roll Nova around, pressing his stomach to the mat. he then presses off the mat, throwing himself over Nova in a sloppy Sunset flip. However, the position allows him to trap both of Dalidus' arms under his legs!
Klutch: One! Two! Three!
Nova struggles to get out, but just cant manage to pop a shoulder off the mat. Klutch lets go, and both men roll back to their feet.
Klutch: You good?
Dalidus: Yeah, yeah... should we move on? We still have two teams left...
We fade away, and cut to the new scene, and see Kristi Slater in the parking lot, just about to enter the arena. She walks all the way up to the entrance to the Palmer Center’s main backstage area, but she’s greeted by a line of 6 Security Guards, who are muscled up, and armed with stun sticks.
Kristi: What the…..
Kristi starts to walk a bit closer to them, but one of the guards points his stun stick at her and nearly stuns her! Kristi leaps back, spooked!
Kristi: What the hell?! Why are you treating me like a damn zoo animal!? Can’t you see I’m trying to get inside the arena?
One of the guards speaks up.
Security Guard: We were instructed to allow everybody access to the building. Everybody except you, Kristi Slater.
Kristi: Who the hell instructed you to do that?!
Suddenly, the guards part, 3 guards to each side, and none other than MOXIE MOON walks through them, and greets Kristi, face to face.
Moxie: I Did.
Kristi looks a bit ticked off, and it quickly turns to a look of pure anger and bitterness. Moxie still looks a bit beaten up, but she’s definitely healed.
Kristi: Did you? Was this for that little “incident” on After Party last week? Look, if you actually cared enough to know what I’ve had to deal with, you’d have done the same thing.
Moxie: You really believe the world is out to get you, huh? You think you have it SO hard. Just because you’ve lost a few matches, you think that gives you the right to ASSAULT me? Your BOSS!? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fire your ass right now!
Kristi: Because if you do….I’ll be a girl with nothing to lose. And trust me, you don’t wanna know the things I’d do with nothing to lose…
Moxie stops looking so sure of herself for a moment, realizing Kristi may have a point.
Kristi: And besides, I’m already booked for SSDY. Sharp booked it while you were down on the ground in agony. It’s Me vs. ADX.
Moxie: Is that so? Well now, it’s not just you vs. ADX, it’s you vs. ADX, with a SPECIAL referee.
Kristi looks a bit concerned.
Kristi:Wait….you don’t…..you don’t mean….
Moxie: Spit it out, Kristi. What did you wanna say?
Kristi: W-....Who’s the referee?....
Moxie leans in right into Kristi’s face.
Moxie:....ME.
Moxie smiles, as Kristi starts to look angry once more.
Kristi:AH, that’s Horse Shit! You can’t do that!!!
Moxie: I’m the boss! I can do WHATEVER I like!
Kristi: NO WAY! There’s no way you’re going to be a fair referee!
Moxie: You know, you have every right to be concerned, so I’ll tell you this right now. At SSDY, I damn sure won’t be rooting for you, but once that bell rings, I’m going to be 100% impartial. Unless….
Moxie leans in closer to Kristi.
Moxie: Unless you give me a reason NOT to be….
Kristi nods.
Kristi: Alright…..alright. Fine. Just know that once I WIN, and if you ARE a fair and unbiased ref, I WILL win, that I expect my hand to be raised in victory.
Moxie: You’ll get it. IF you can beat ADX. Speaking of which…..
Moxie points behind Kristi, and Anthony Xavier is right there to meet her! Xavier kicks her right in the gut, and quickly takes her down with THE BIG KIBOSH! Kristi falls to the concrete with her hands on her face! Moxie kneels down next to Kristi, as she lays on the concrete.
Moxie: I don’t know about you, Anthony, but I think this makes us even with Kristi, you think?
Anthony smiles as he looks down at Kristi.
Xavier: Yeah, I’d say so.
Moxie looks down at Kristi, and rises back up standing straight.
Moxie: We’ll see you at SSDY, Kristi.
Moxie turns to look at Xavier.
Moxie: Don’t expect me to play any favorites. I you’re gonna beat her, you’re beating her 100% fair. You’ll get no help from me.
Xavier: I’ve beaten her once, I can do it again.
Moxie smiles.
Moxie: We’ll see if that holds true.
ADX and Moxie walk towards the doors inside the arena, and the security guards let them pass. We see one last shot of Kristi, seething on the floor after getting struck with a roundhouse kick before we fade away. We cut to a new shot, as we see ourselves in a small room, white walls and white floors, as we see two men sitting in chairs apart from each other. WiR Interviewer Chad Hammocks once again, and Stephen Romero, as we hear Hammocks begin to speak.
Hammocks: Hello WiR Galaxy! Today, alongside with my earlier interview with Ryan Sunshine, I am conducting exclusive interviews with two major rivals, Stephen Romero, and Sierra Briggs. Questioning them both on their life, career, and thoughts for the future, and right now, we are joined by the 2 time tag team champion, and newly made singles wrestler, Stephen Romero!
Romero: Hello!
Hammocks: This time, not putting him and Sierra in the same room for one of these, didn’t end well last time. And so, Romero, a lot in your life has led to this moment. Your first singles challenge after wrapping things up with former tag partner Warlock. How do you feel about this opportunity?
Romero: Well, it feels damn good to reach this point. Lots of things in my past had to work out to reach the success i’ve already had, and to reach the success I believe that I will in the future. And it’s a miracle that it all did, so yeah, i’m feeling good about it.
Hammocks: Now, what about that past, you’ve commented a good deal on your past before wrestling, and how you’re glad you’re a changed man from those days, and how you’re glad you overcame the struggle from those days. Now if you could go back, would you change any of it? Try to make yourself a better person! Put yourself in a situation where you experience less struggle?
*Romero: Oh man...that’s a solid question…..ya know, I would say no. I think everything in my life has happened for a reason, everything has led me down to this specific road in life. And to change any of that might steer myself off course, I wouldn’t want that, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere in life but where I am right now. If I eliminate my former mean streak from my whole life, I never get into wrestling, I never find the path in life I have. I’d either be still out in the ghetto, praying hopelessly for things to get better, or on some other path in life, a path that doesn’t fit who I am as much, a path that doesn’t make me so happy just to be alive as wrestling does. If I eliminate any struggle, if I moved myself out the ghetto, if I never got shot at, if I never seen the few friends I had fall to violence or drugs, if I never dealt with racist police, if I never had to get it on my own from as young of a age as I did, I never become as strong of a person as I am. I never have the maturity and ability to reflect back on life I have now. I never have any experiences I learn incredibly valuable lessons from, even if it took me a few years to actually put those lessons to use. Hard times make people stronger, they make them smarter, they make them more mature, they make them more driven. So I might go as far to say that if I didn’t struggle…..I wouldn’t be as successful.
Hammocks: Huh, interesting response there. But I have to ask, how exactly did these experiences mold you?
Romero: Well, the struggle molds you in lots of ways. You see, I don’t think people realize it’s not just the visible stuff like shootings or drug deals that take a toll on people in the ghetto, it’s the mental toll living in squalor takes on you that’s the worst thing about it. Seeing all those you love, all those who have so much potential in life keep falling over and over again because they got unlucky where they were born, the constant fears that you yourself will be trapped into all those same repeating cycles of violence, drugs and misery other people are. It fucks with your mind, sometimes there are weeks on end where you don’t leave your house, not just because of any violence risk...but because you just can’t deal with the way your life is. You can’t deal worrying whether or not there’ll be food on the table, a roof over your head. As y’all saw in my early days here, I put up a tough, cold front. But that’s all it was, a front. Because when I was in the ghetto, many days i’d spend staring at those cracked, decaying ceilings, feeling like my soul was being more and more drained from me, basically, I dealt with some bad depression. And when I wasn’t dealing with that, I was dealing with anger issues. In order to try and survive better there, to try and fit in better with the gang culture that can be prominent there, I tried to pretend I didn’t care my house looked like it could collapse on me at any moment. I tried to pretend I didn’t care I didn’t have no money for my own food, I tried to pretend that I didn’t care that i uhh...never had a real father. I tried to pretend that I….that I didn’t care that uh….my mother was always too messed up and caught up in too much bullshit to ever really spend time with me. But in the end…..shit gets to you, sometimes, you break under all of that. I know damn well I nearly did a few times, and I saw too many damn people who could’ve been a whole ton more in life fall to all the stress and misery. But if you can somehow fucking survive, you gain a perspective and appreciation for life many don’t have. So I think my life’s molded me in interesting ways, it’s brought out both the best and worst in me, I just hope it continues to bring out the best.
Hammocks: Now, how did that life inspire you to take up wrestling? Did you take it up as a hobby, or take it up as a chance to get a big break?
Romero: I wanted to beat people up but not get arrested for it.
Romero laughs to himself for a moment, before continuing on.
Romero: Like seriously, i’m joking but also kinda telling the truth at the same time, II was still filled with all those weird ass angry emotions the upbringing gave me when I first came in, and I wanted to take it out on some people. But I actually wanted to get some goddamn money for it for once, so I figured, “hey, i’m pretty big, pretty strong, why the hell not?” So uhh….kinda both really. I wasn’t really thinking “Oh man, this stuff is gonna get me off those streets and into the better parts of Sac-Town, this is my time now!” I just kinda stumbled into it. Like, i’m lucky as shit i’m a big motherfucker. Your floor in wrestling is only so low as a man who towers over people and can casually toss some fuckers around. And your ceiling is through the damn roof, and past the sky. It was never my dream when I was younger, but i’m glad I chose this as my career. There’s nothing else i’d rather be doing.
Hammocks: And now, not only have your experiences pre-wrestling molded you, but your experiences in it as well, what would be the most significant thing in wrestling that has changed your life and career?
Romero: Take a wild guess bro. Can’t be anything but teaming with Rob. Being humbled by him, being accepted by him, and him helping me to become a better man and wrestler influences every part of my current life. I needed to be in that tag team, The Warlords was a thing that was necessary for both of us. For Rob to revive his career, and for me to kickstart it after I was quickly going nowhere as a singles star. I needed that success to make everything in my life worth it. I needed that friendship to for the first time provide some stability, and genuine companionship and happiness in life. I needed someone who was like family to me. Someone I could trust in and outside of that ring. If The Warlords never happened, I would’ve faded away like so many rookies have in this company, to never have the success i’ve had. I would’ve never bought my own apartment in a good spot in Sacramento and be able to appreciate the good side of that city. I would’ve never made the other friends I have here like Mav, and I would’ve never gotten the support I have from all the wonderful fans here. So Rob, if you’re watching this, quick thanks to ya! I would never be in the spot i’m in without The Warlords. All the good I have would never have come.
Hammocks: With some of this good, one of the things you mentioned is positive crowd connection. Something you actively tried not to have when you first came in. What made you change to making an effort to please the fans, then stay that way?
Romero: Well, again, attribute that to forming The Warlords. While I didn’t instantly change when we first formed, we got mostly cheers from the crowd due to Warlock always being a fan favorite, and us two building some solid chemistry pretty quickly. I began to really feel it when the cheers rained down, and I would say the very moment where I realized I wanted to, and should absolutely make sure i’m on the fans side is Same Shit Different Year, 2K16. When Warlock fell down from that cage, when we overcame those bastards in The Reapers, and Los Chongas to win those tag team titles, and the crowd went crazy…..it was the single best feeling I ever had in my life up to that point. And it all clicked for me, when I have the fans support, I feel better about myself, I can will myself on further than I ever could before, I could feel a genuine happiness and excitement I never would’ve gotten without their support. Simply, I realized that i’m a better man, and a better wrestler with the people behind me.
Hammocks: Alright, thank you for your time. But before you go, I have one last question, what are you looking to prove at Same Shit, Different Year?
Romero: Well, obviously looking to continue to improve as a singles star. But in the specific case of fighting Briggs, it’s a bit more….i’ll show that I am the best big man in this business, that no hits harder, and throws further than I do. That no one can absorb as much shots as I can. That no one, is as good is I am.
Romero then turns his head, facing the camera, as he speaks.
Romero: Sierra, just like in all your other big singles matches. I hope you’re ready for disappointment once again. Because you will have nothing but that when I am done with you. See you Sunday.
Romero then gets up and leaves, as we cut out of the interview room. We cut back into the ring, with Javier in the middle, ready to announce.
Babaganoush: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a special training match scheduled for one fall! Officiating is Mia So Hung!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Paisner: Woodbridge, the man receiving “special training” tonight is going to SSDY as a contender for the WiR Tag Team Championship. Presagio del Fin is facing his master Alex Perilmorde to prep him for that championship match on Sunday.
Woodbridge: This is gonna be an interesting technical match - both of these guys have unique movesets - but I don’t understand how a good kid like Presagio fell in with Perilmorde in the first place…
Paisner: Perilmorde may not be a nice guy, but he’s got a lot to teach. The man wrestles a highly refined and practiced style.
“The Anomaly” strikes up as Presagio del Fin strides out from behind the curtain, clearly trying to regulate his breathing but nearly hyperventilating, twitching as he jumps over the top rope and attempts to make himself calm down leaning on a ring post. He gets a warm reception.
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Babaganoush: Introducing first… from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 180 pounds… PRESAGIO! DEL! FIN!
Crowd: PRESAGIO! PRESAGIO! PRESAGIO! PRESAGIO!
Paisner: Presagio’s unique style and persona have proved endearing, his association with this man about to enter notwithstanding…
“Death to the Hypocrite” begins to play as the cheers turn to boos - although Perilmorde’s entrance graphics play he eschews the usual theatrics and simply walks out calmly to meet his student, slipping into the ring stoically.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Babaganoush: And his opponent - from Pittsburgh, PA, weighing in at 213 pounds… ALEX! PERILMORDE!
Perilmorde shakes hands with his student and they share a brief word before Mia So Hung consults with them and then has the bell rung.
DING DING DING!
Master and student tie up, and then immediately roll into trying for holds; they both know each other so well that it’s inevitable that they try familiar techniques. As Perilmorde ducks out of the collar-and-elbow hold to attempt a hammerlock, Presagio manages to hook his leg and sweep him with great gentleness onto his back!
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NO!
Crowd: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW…
Paisner: A very smooth dance here, and Presagio del Fin going for what he knows best against his teacher…
Woodbridge: Ha! Imagine if that worked! I’d like to see the look on Perilmorde’s face… actually, on second thought, maybe I wouldn’t want to see that…
Perilmorde pops his body up and faces Presagio again, giving his student a nod of recognition. The two each go for a wrist lock on each other at the same time, ending up grabbing each other’s opposite arms. Perilmorde breaks Presagio’s lock instantly, pulls his arm back, and hits Presagio with a wrist-lock shoulder block. Keeping the wrist held, he fires off a series of jab-like chops to the place where he had hit with his shoulder attack.
Paisner: In standard stand-up grappling, it’s absolutely Perilmorde’s game here. Not in Presagio’s wheelhouse by any means. A good short-arm shoulder block followed by making the pain point more sore…
Perilmorde doesn’t let up from his wrist hold on the non-resisting Presagio, rolling back behind his student and catching him in a half nelson. He arches back to hit a bridging suplex!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! / BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Woodbridge: To his own student! Ruthless!
Paisner: Perilmorde’s definitely not holding back for his protege, with that resounding wrist-clutch half nelson suplex!
1!
2!
NO!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Woodbridge: If Presagio’s the master of the pin, he has to be the master of getting out of them too!
Presagio rolls his body smoothly out from underneath the side of Perilmorde’s and swings his legs crosswise onto Perilmorde’s chest, shoving the bridge down and hooking his master’s legs!
Woodbridge: ...And reversing them! Wow!
1!
2!
NO!
Crowd: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW...
Perilmorde pops out, smiling at his student’s ingenuity. However, this pleasure does not stop him from suddenly snapping off an uppercut elbow strike to Presagio’s face as they both get up! With Presagio stunned, Perilmorde turns his body and begins slashing his student’s chest with discus chops! This pushes the staggering Presagio back into the corner and Perilmorde steps back to start a running attack. However, this gives Presagio enough time to leap out of the way when he runs in to hit a knee strike! Presagio shoots a flat-handed thrust into the back of Perilmorde’s neck and grimaces as he tries to think of a pinning combination, and as Perilmorde turns towards him again, Presagio tries simply going for a double leg takedown and then stepping over Perilmorde’s arms with his legs held for a cradled prawn hold!
Paisner: Presagio not seemingly very willing to attack his mentor very hard, but he’s counting on his persistence in pinning paying off!
Woodbridge: Wait, Paisner, don’t you always say it’s impossible to flash-pin Perilmorde?
Paisner: For ordinary mortals, yes, but a rare and strange creature like Presagio doesn’t work like the rest of us.
1!
2!
NO!
Perilmorde kicks out, gets to his feet, and cracks his neck. He doesn’t strike at Presagio; instead he grins at him and makes the Bruce Lee “come get it” gesture.
Woodbridge: Looks like he’s trying to teach Presagio to get aggressive in a more productive way!
Presagio hesitates, but then responds to his master’s encouragement by dropping down and firing a straight punch into Perilmorde’s chest, and then rocks forward to hit a falling knee lift!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Perilmorde momentarily doubles over; he quickly begins to rise, but not fast enough to avoid being put in a headscissors by Presagio!
Woodbridge: Presagio… MIGHT HIT IT! TRIP FROM BRIGA--
Perilmorde drops down as Presagio tries to lift him into the snap powerbomb and puts his student in a front facelock, hooking his far leg and flipping him backwards!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! / BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Paisner: Textbook fisherman suplex! And this could be all…
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