Souldaddy's All American Wrestling World
Jan 2, 2019 22:06:57 GMT -5
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Jan. 1985
Superstar Saturday
As the show begins, the crowd is roaring in anticipation of seeing their favorite stars perform tonight. The energy in the building is tangible, causing one's whole body to vibrate from the waves of noise emitting from the stands. Just as the Canada Center feels as though it's about to split at the seams, the entire building goes pitch black. A hush falls over the audience, save for a few hoots and hollers...
A hip-hop beat blasts over the speakers as red lights flash all over the arena. An imposing hooded figure makes his way to the center of the stage. No one can make out anything more than a silhouette as the man walks menacingly slow toward the ring. The crowd, in a state of bewilderment, has no idea what to make of this unknown person nor their role in the show. As he enters the ring, the house lights finally brighten to show a humongous man dressed in an all black robe, with his face still covered by the hood. The man raises the microphone to his mouth and barks:
"Listen here, you fools! Things are about to be real different 'round here. Last week at Beyond Wardome, we saw a new regime take control. Your precious prince Brohan ain't lookin so pretty these days, sucka." The crowd starts to boo the hooded man. "Oh shut up! Waaah waaah waaah! I'll come out there and beat each and every one of you just like I whooped him all over Silver Stadium." He reaches up the remove his hood, and we get our first glimpse at the new-look Dr. B. He has grown his mohawk out and added colored streaks to it. "Yeah that's right, I whooped his ass all over that building, fool. And not only did I beat him to a bloody pulp....I left with this." Dr. B disrobes to reveal the AAWW World Championship belt wrapped around his waist. The crowd's boos can be heard all the way in Argentina. "This is MY belt now. This is MINE! I run this show now. I ain't gonna sit back and be a sidekick to some fool. News flash Brohan, I ain't yo' brother, fool. I saw my chance and I took it. Now if you got a problem with it, I'll be right here waiting when you get out of that hospital bed. Next time I won't be nice enough to let you live."
As Dr. B wraps up his Wrestler Brag segment, we catch a glimpse of his ex-friend Valedictorian looking on from backstage. He surely can't be happy about the act of treason committed toward his partner Dude Brohan. Valedictorian storms out of the media center with such fury that he tears the doors off of the hinges. Dr. B had better watch his back.
We return back to the ring for our first scheduled match of the evening.
Slammer Johnson is taking on Brit Buckingham in our first show of the year. Slammer has every fan in the building rooting for him after Brit referred to America's past time as nothing more than "an idiot's take on cricket". With crowd support at its highest level, Slammer dominates Brit thoroughly throughout the match. Hammerhead emerges from backstage and makes his way toward the ring, As he approaches the apron, he receives a warning from the referee to keep his nose out of the contest. As the match proceeds, Slammer continues with business as usual. Hammerhead, pacing the perimeter of the ring, is stirring up the fans while also trying to intimidate Slammer Johnson into easing up his attack. Just as Slammer is setting up for his finisher, Hammerhead jumps unto the ring apron, causing the referee to focus all of his attention in that direction. With the ref's back turned, Brit hits Slammer with a low blow. Seeing his tag team partner take the upper hand in the match, Hammerhead then relinquishes his position and retreats back to the ring floor. Just as the ref turns around, Brit connects with his signature Britain Bulldog. Slammer is out cold from the impact and Brit walks away victorious
Next up we have Magnus Muscle taking on Troglo in what is sure to be a slobber knocker. Magnus makes his way to the ring, stopping to shake a few hands and slap a couple high-fives on the way to the ring. As soon as the first note of Troglo's entrance music hits the speakers, he shoots from behind the curtain like a speeding bullet. He wrestles with the same intensity as his ring approach, not allowing Magnus to even catch his breath. Troglo makes a quick match out of it after landing the Prehistoric Piledriver on Magnus. However, in the midst of the action, Troglo injured a muscle in his thigh. we wish him a speedy return to the squared circle.
Bobby Blitzworth seems to let his hubris get him into a bad situation in this next contest. While showing off his latest athletic training sneakers, he made the claim that not even a brick wall could slow him down. Tonight he faces the human embodiment of said wall, and that wall is named Brute. Brute makes The Blitz look like child's play, tossing him around the ring like a rag doll. After rolling out of the ring for a 9-count to gather his bearings, The Blitz actually lands a solid four strike combo on Brute. The punches do nothing but increase the gladiator's fury, and Brute immediately lifts Blitzworth over his 6'10 frame and slams The Blitz down with Brute Force. 1-2-3, Brute is your winner.
Here we have a face-off between two of our Women's Division superstars, the battle worn rivalry of Madam Tiki vs. Auntie Voodoo. The two heaviest ladies in the federation hold no punches when facing off against one another. Things turn ugly when the referee gets sandwiched between the two women and falls unto the mat unconscious. As Tiki tries her best to wake the referee, Auntie Voodoo grabs her mystical staff and starts toward Madam Tiki. Just in the nick of time, Madam Tiki turns around and ducks out of the path of Auntie Voodoo's swing. Madam Tiki grabs the staff herself, and we have ourselves a good, old-fashioned tug-o-war. With all of Voodoo's attention on the staff, Madam Tiki maneuvers into position and executes a perfect leg sweep, causing the staff to crash down unto the mat. Madam Tiki then leaps into the air, and with all of her wait, stomps down on the staff, breaking it in two. Auntie Voodoo, devastated is writhing around on the ground after losing the source of her power. Madam Tiki leaves her feet again, this time crashing down on Auntie Voodoo just as the replacement ref makes their way into the ring. Madam Tiki has bested her foe yet again.
AND NOW FOR TONIGHT'S MAIN EVENT:
What's better than watching two guys beat the hell out of each other? Watching three guys go at it. Tonight we have Mercenary, Exotic Rick, and Terry Van Winkle facing off in a triple threat match. The crowd is treated to a masterpiece of a match full of beautiful technical wrestling segments. Reversals and counters galore! Mercenary, the elusive little devil, is giving Exotic Rick all kinds of headaches in the ring. Terry Van Winkle has become and afterthought at this point. Rick's rage is targeted only on Mercenary, and Van Winkle figures his best bet is to let these two tire themselves out. Rick starts to pummel Mercenary, who can't get out of the way of Rick's wrath because his hair is tangled in the turnbuckle. Rick is beating Mercenary senseless to the point where Terry has seen enough. Van Winkle yells out "Hey, Rick!" and as Rick turns around, he's met by a wicked, twisting Tornado Punch which lays him flat on his back. Easy win for the Van Winkle brother who helps Mercenary to get untangled after the bell rings. He sticks his hand out as a sign for Mercenary to shake it. Instead Mercenary extends his foot toward Van Winkle's midsection and delivers a devastating DDT as the show closes.
We hope to see you for the next AAWW show. This is Glen Jacobs for World of Wrestling magazine, signing off.
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RESULTS (Winner in CAPS):
BRIT BUCKINGHAM vs. Slammer Johnson **
Magnus Muscle vs. TROGLO **
BRUTE vs. The Blitz **
Auntie Voodoo vs. MADAM TIKI **
Mercenary vs. TERRY VAN WINKLE vs. Exotic Rick **
