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The Shadow Pope
Jan 6, 1995
Top of the Pile
“We have a problem.”

Bill Buckley tensed. As soon as Marvin Parsons entered his office, sweating profusely and not knocking, he knew something was wrong. After all, this was a man that spent six months hiding in plain sight on a hijacked cruise liner, calmly blending in with the pirates who had taken over – and he managed to keep in semi – contact with his son Billy and with McGinnis the entire time.

“What’s wrong?” asked Buckley. He took a quick look at the clock on the wall: it was 9:15 PM. By the schedule, highlights from the third round of the Ultratitle should have made air as of fifteen minutes ago on ESEN.

That’s the only thing that could’ve gone wrong tonight, but it’s a big thing.

“Don’t tell me—” continued Buckley, afraid of the answer.

“I got the edited matches to the console jockeys,” said Marvin, “about two hours ago. They called me at nine to tell me there was a problem. I just spent the last fifteen minutes trying to get things up and running again, but we’re still broadcasting highlights from the ’95 Ironman instead.”

Buckley stood up and walked quickly toward the door, Marvin right with him. “At least it’s decent programming,” said Buckley, “Where are the masters?”

“Real – time edits,” said Marvin, dejectedly, “we haven’t been airing full matches yet so the interns haven’t thought to keep them.”

“Great,” said Buckley.

“And McGinnis is off in California doing the band thing,” continued Marvin, “so we can’t get any relief that way.”

In spite of the moment, Buckley allowed himself to grin. Ivy McGinnis would maintain that nobody knew the CS Enterprises innards better than Marvin Parsons, while Marvin would say the opposite. In truth, if Marvin couldn’t fix the problem, there was nothing McGinnis would be able to do, but Marvin’s lack of ego was such that he would never admit it.

“Do we have a plan?” asked Buckley.

“Rudy’s been combing the firewall for the past fifteen minutes, trying to pull as many of the intercepted live reports from last night’s taping so he can put together an online writeup and we can at least get the word out.”

Buckley shut his eyes tight and pressed his hands into the bridge of his nose. He was getting too old for this.

“If that’s what we’ve got,” he said, “then that’s what we’ve got.

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The Shadow Pope
Jan 6, 1995
Top of the Pile
The Grapevine

By Rudy Seitzer

Good evening, wrestling fans, this is Rudy Seitzer from the nerve center of the 2012 Ultratitle Tournament, bringing you an up – to – the – minute and unparalleled report of the third round of the Ultratitle Tournament! The action was hot and heavy in the Merritt Auditorium last night as sixteen matches that could have been main events anywhere in the world took place to determine who would move on to the second half of the tournament.

I’ve been informed that video of the event is still being worked on and we’ll hopefully have that for you soon, but in the meantime, I’d like to thank the following contributors for their impressions of the matches that follow:

Jim Sears
Randall Knox
Natrone Rice
John Simons
Cameron Lee Waubash
Mary – Lynn Mayweather
JL Voss
Stan Parsons

And, without further adieu…

Zero vs. Spike Saunders

This match never really got started.

I mean, it did get started, in the sense that both men came to the ring to their music, we got the instruction, and the bell rang.

Spike hammered Zero several times, buckling the hardcore icon at the knees. He sent Zero into the ropes, and Zero came off with a hard forearm to the massive man’s chest. The fans cheered for the indie hero, and he stayed tight on Saunders, hammering him with forearm after forearm, keeping him off balance. He rebounded off the ropes, only for Spike to pick him up and toss him, except that Zero held on, and spun around with a tornado DDT that floored his massive opponent.

That’s when all hell broke loose.

Zero's hand went to his chest. He fell back to the ropes, but was too far to easily lean against them. He hit them and slumped to a sitting position, grabbing the top rope with his free arm so he could pull himself up for support, but he was very visibly having trouble breathing.

Spike showed the world what kind of sensitive, caring individual he was...

...as he spun Zero around, powerbombed him, and hooked his leg.

One, two, three. It was academic, and it caused a massive series of boos to sit on Spike's face.

Although, somewhere, Blaine Hollywood was laughing.

As Spike returned to the backstage, not out of breath, not sweaty, and not put out at all by his non - match, he was barraged by trash and programs and anything that the fans could throw.

Zero crawled to his knees, looked up at the crowd, then his eyes met the referee's. His grip on the rope loosened, and he couldn't control himself as he tried (and failed) to stand up.

The referee, Patrick Young, tried to talk to him to get some kind of status. They spoke quickly and briefly, and Young immediately signaled to the back, theowing up an 'X' sign with his arms.

Paramedics rushed down to check on him, with a stretcher right behind. The crowd's noise level had lessened as the scene took place in front of them.

Zero was slid onto the stretcher to a quiet, almost respectful buzz. There was no resistence from Lint Douglas: he doesn't try to fight them off, he doesn't try to make a heroic, defiant effort to walk himself back to the dressing room. The last sight of Zero was of him flanked by two paramedics on each side of the stretcher, with an oxygen mask slipped over his face.

Winner: Spike Saunders via pinfall (2:04)

'Triple X' Sean Stevens vs. Jeff Andrews

After a slip-up in round 1, and a dominant performance in round 2, Sean Stevens looked to forget the old and move closer to being the favorite he entered this tournament as. And Jeff Andrews, he’d knocked off two guys so far, and hadn’t seemed flustered at all by Sean’s words. Of course, it would take actions to fluster him, and Stevens was plenty ready to do that.

Andrews hit the ring first and leaned back against the corner, unconcerned. He didn't move or react a bit when Triple X entered the arena to a hero's ovation, and he didn't move when referee Patrick Young called him to the center to check him for the elusive 'foreign object.'

After a minute or so of holding up the show and looking bored with the boos his inaction had earned him, Young walked to Andrews and checked him in the corner.

And of course, the trash talk continued.

No sooner did the bell ring, than Andrews shot out of the corner, full tilt, only to be caught in a hiptoss by the KING of EPW. Andrews was back to his feet in a heartbeat, and ate a right hand from Stevens, only to feed him one of his own. They traded punches back and forth until Stevens hit the ropes, and he hooked Andrews as both men tumbled under the top rope to the outside!

The count started, but neither man had taken much in the way of abuse thus far, so Triple X was on his feet by four, and Andrews, by five. Whip into the guardrail by Stevens! Scissor kick caught Andrews flush in the face as he slumped against the railing! Stevens sent Andrews back into the ring at nine and had climbed to the top turnbuckle from the floor before he could climb to his knees.

Missile dropkick and a quick cover nearly ended it for Jeff Andrews.

After the kickout, Sevens turned Andrews over in a Boston Crab and pulled tightly, but Andrews was able tot inch his way to the bottom rope and grab onto a lifeline as Patrick Young forced the break. Steven let go, but continued the assault with an elbow drop, followed by a series of knees to the ribs. He backed up to allow Andrews to get to his feet, and no sooner had this happened than he was hooked from behind, spun around, and dropped with a vicious DDT.

Another cover, another two count. This one was a tad closer to the three, not enough to suggest that Andrews was finished but enough to imply that he was headed in that direction.

Stevens, frustrated at the lack of the fall, cursed under his breath as he backed up and rebounded off the ropes, aiming for Andrews' head with a sharp knee - only for Jeff Andrews to turn around and catch him, dropping him with a fallaway slam that brought the fans to their feet.

It continued in this fashion for several minutes, both men showcasing their best while neither were able to gain significant advantage.

At about the eighteen minute mark, Andrews managed to catch Stevens off balance with the Mind Eraser - a specialty diving Reverse DDT - and immediately hopped to the top rope which signaled that he was preparing for the Ultraglide Senton Splash.

He flew through the air... and came up with nothing but mat. Stevens managed to roll out of the way at the exact right moment, and pulled himself up on the ropes just in time...

For the X FACTOR, and the three count.

One. Two. Three. There was no kickout.

But there was also no bell.

Patrick Young tapped Triple X on the shoulder, and pointed at Jeff Andrews' foot, draped over the bottom rope.

Stevens was growing increasingly frustrated, as he pulled the still - dazed Andrews to his feet and dropped him with a spike DDT, which gained him...

...ALMOST... a three count.

Andrews had enough in the tank to kick out, but not enough to mount a counter offensive at this point, and Stevens held onto that advantage but setting Andrews up on the top rope and climbing it himself, preparing for a superplex or a -

A hurracarana, it would seem. Except for the fact that Andrews held on and shoved his opponent to the mat below...



To say the fans were on the edge of their seats...

Andrews was up on his knees looking around, obviously trying to figure out a next step for his assault, and his hook of the former EPW Champion led to a Northern Lights Suplex counter and another near fall.

These athletes got to their feet independent of each other, but with a sense of where the other was.

I assume, at least, since Jeff Andrews fired a blind Kendo Sidekick toward Stevens.

Unfortunately for Andrews, Stevens was already firing a blind X FACTOR at Andrews.

Unfortunately for Stevens, Andrews was a half second ahead of him.

One. Two. Three.

The fans exploded like they had been wrestling right along side these two men, and Jeff Andrews was so drained that he had to be specifically told that he just won the match.

For Triple X's part, he might've been eliminated from the Ultratitle, but, like his opponent, he received a standing ovation as he left the arena.

Winner: Jeff Andrews via pinfall (27:17)

'Arrogance' Joey Melton vs. Showtime

Showtime started this one off with a bang, smacking Melton in the face during the opening instructions. It didn't earn him any points with the partisan Greensboro crowd, nor did it make referee Ben Worthington's night easier as he had to admonish him from the start. Regardless, Showtime stayed on the former World Champion with a pair of clubbing forearms and a spinning back kick to the gut, continuing the spin and following with a Pele - style soccer kick to Melton's exposed head and finishing with a standing moonsault and a pin attempt.

The two count was a sign that he was in for a long night, but he was also still in control. Melton remained on the mat, rolling to his knees as he tried to regain his composure, but Showtime stayed on him, kicking him in the side twice and scooping him for a hard slam.

Melton stayed on the mat, Showtime went to the top rope, to finish things off with the Final Curtain corkscrew moonsault.

Unfortunately he thought he was wrestling an old man and forgot he was wrestling Joey F'n Melton, who moved out of the way just before impact. Melton to his feet, he sent Showtime into the ropes and then up and over with a back body drop. Diving elbow to the knee, then a single leg boston crab had very nicely and very neatly turned things around.

Showtime refused to give up despite the sudden sting of pain in his knee, so Melton eased up and, after a few kicks for good measure, locked on a Figure Four. The fans popped huge for it, until, of course, Showtime reversed it. Melton quickly broke the hold as soon as the pressure bit down on his own knee, but immediately pulled Showtime to the center of the ring by the foot for another go of it. This time, Showtime grabbed Melton's head and pulled him down for a three count, but Joey kicked out at two. He grabbed Showtime's legs again, with the same result - only this time, Worthington's hand was almost on the mat for the three at the kickout.

Melton was arrogant enough to try it a third time, and Showtime hooked him a third time.

Only, this time, Melton pushed through and his momentum flipped both men over, with Showtime's shoulders on the mat.

Only, this time, Showtime was surprised enough by this turn of events that, while Melton previously kicked out at 2 and 9/10ths, Showtime kicked out at 3 and 1/10th.

Just a bit late.

Melton slid out of the ring with his arm in the air, and he left the arena walking backwards up the ramp, his eyes locked with Showtime's.

More importantly, he had moved to the next round of the Ultratitle and was more than halfway to his goal of an unprecedented third victory in the tournament.

WINNER: 'Arrogance' Joey Melton via pinfall (13:18)

Troy Douglas vs. Cameron Cruise

This one started before it started. Troy Douglas stepped through the curtain to a decent fan reaction, only for Cameron Cruise to attack him from behind. He pounded Douglas in the back of the head and on the shoulderblades, pulling Douglas toward the ring.

Cameron Cruise had been something of a kid brother to the ESEN affiliated wrestling promotions, he was always teased and put down by the bigger stars even while they defended him against outside interlopers, but in the past few weeks and months Cruise has shown a determined, vicious streak that has rivaled some of the best of all time, culminating in a double shot of both the Ultratitle final rounds and the EPW World Championship being within his grasp – and he wants to prove he deserves them both.

To that end, Troy Douglas sadly never got started and Cameron Cruise showed zero interest in exciting the fans or giving them their money’s worth. What he was aiming for, we can assume, was a quick, decisive victory that robbed Douglas of as much dignity as he could.

He very nearly got his wish.

While Troy Douglas managed to hold Cruise off from time to time, he never really had control for this one. Cameron Cruise showed a dominant side that has rarely let loose before, and he systematically dismantled Douglas for the entire run of the match.

And THAT, my friends… was a reality check that Troy Douglas just didn’t like.

WINNER: Cameron Cruise via pinfall (11:15)

‘Too Cool’ Chris Hopper vs. ‘Suite’ Pete Whealdon

The verbal war between Pete Whealdon and Chris Hopper leading into their match-up was one of the hottest and most talked about pairings of the entire round - and their battle in Greensboro matched the hype on every level. Before the official could even call for the bell, Hopper immediately went on the onslaught with a series of unanswered forearms, elbow strikes, and headbutts that caused the brash youngster to bail from the squared circle to regroup. Not a fraction of a second passed through, before Hopper slid to the outside and continued his attack on the mouthy DEFIANCE Superstar.

Realizing that he had to keep some space between them for his own safety, Whealdon began a game of cat and mouse diving into the ring with the highly popular Hopper on his heels. As Hopper slid in, Whealdon charged in to drop a knee across the back of Chris' head and shoulders - but he wasn't quick enough as he was caught with a Lou Thez Press from the big man, followed by piston-like right hands. Needless to say the capacity crowd was eating it up. In what appeared like a plea for mercy, Whealdon reached out and grabbed at the shirt of the official, but it was merely for distraction purposes as he caught Hopper with a well placed mule kick that threatened to leave him singing soprano.

For those who believe that the end always justifies the means, Whealdon may have made a smart move then as he took control of the showdown. Rebounding off the ropes, he caught a doubled over Hopper with a teeth rattling knee lift that transitioned quickly into The Sandusky Special Hangman's Neckbreaker. With the stunned crowd looking on, Whealdon dropped for a cover and managed to squeak out a two and a half count before Hopper kicked out and he began arguing with the official.

Whealdon had to learn quickly though that it was important to keep his head in the game as Hopper got to his feet and caught Whealdon as he turned around with a T-Bone Suplex followed by a short Irish whip into a Spinning Sidewalk Slam. With his foe staring up at the lights, Hopper when for an uncharacteristic ground based submission as he tried to lock "Suite" Pete in an Anaconda Vice, but Whealdon fought back with a series of short but effective knees to upper back. Rolling Hopper onto his back Whealdon then locked both hands around Chris' throats not once .. but thrice .. drawing dangerously close to the officials five count on each occasion. But again the ends justified the means.

Pulling Hopper up by his hair, Whealdon went for a bodyslam that landed somewhat awkwardly due to the drastic difference in heights and followed it up by running the ropes and nailing a high impact senton. A two count, however, was all that it managed to garner. There was no question that Hopper was there for a fight and he wasn't going to go down easily. After a few well placed knee drops, Whealdon gave the call for a second Sandusky Special and turned "Too Cool" over. But telegraphing proved to be a mistake this time as Hopper caught him in the back of the head with an elbow, an overhead belly to belly suplex, and then rounded it out with a sweet spinebuster. This time Hopper went for the cover. And this time Pete Whealdon kicked out before the refs hand struck the canvas a third time.

Getting back to his feet, Hopper reached down and grabbed the legs of his opponent and began the stepover for his variation of The Sharpshooter that he likes to refer to as The Chill Factor. But knowing that he wasn't near the ropes, Whealdon struggled before freeing a leg, placing the sole of his boot against Hoppers chest, and shoving him forcefully back into the corner ... crushing the referee in the process.

As Hopper realized what had just happened, Whealdon scurried from the ring and tossed the timekeeper from his chair. Diving back in, "Suite" Pete caught an unaware Hopper across the back with a chairshot, spun him around and delivered a second one that nearly split the ACW Gateway Champion's skull in two. Casting the chair aside, he dropped to his knees and made a cover for a three count.

Well .. a three count if the referee had all his wits about him and wasn't just starting to stir. Frustrated at his poor luck, Whealdon looked between Hopper and the referee - trying to get the official to wake up. Meanwhile slowly Hopper rolled to his stomach and wrapped his hands around the chair. Afterall, turnabout is fair play, right?

With the fans firmly in his corner, Hopper fought to his feet and wound the chair up as Whealdon turned around. But just as Hopper was about to swing, Pete pulled the referee into position to see everything and his revenge was spoiled. Well momentarily. Quickly a bloodied Hopper threw the chair down and nailed a shoulder block that drove Whealdon back into the corner and knocked the wind out of him. Wrapping his arm around the midsection, Hopper hoisted him into the air and set him straddling the top rope.


Those were the words that came out of Hopper's mouth, as he turned his back to Whealdon and mounted the top for his take on the 3/4 headlock bulldog. In a last ditch effort though, Pete nailed a forearm to the back of the skull that was just enough to knock "Too Cool" from his second rope perch. And then leaping in one swift motion, Whealdon landed a Leaping Inverted DDT that brought Hopper down hard .. and onto the steel chair. Three seconds later ... Chris' shoulder was off the canvas as a stunned Pete Whealdon looked to the Heavens wondering what it was going to take.

Obviously it was nothing he could have done. It had to be the damned referee. Spinning around, Whealdon thrust his finger into the officials chest and scolded him for his "biased" officiating. Seizing the opportunity, a neck favoring Chris Hopper charged from behind with a lariat. At the last second Whealdon sidestepped him and Hopper nearly collided with the referee for a second time. But quick with the reflexes, "Too Cool" stopped in his tracks. Meanwhile Whealdon slid around behind him for a schoolboy. With Hopper's shoulders on the canvas, the referee dropped in position to view them - but overlooked Pete's feet as they went onto the second and finally the top rope to get him the duke and advancement in The UltraTitle Tournament.

Winner: "Suite" Pete Whealdon via Schoolboy (15:09)

--Spooky Doom v. Orphan--

It almost looked like a midget wrestling match as the only thing these guys gave up on the other was ten pounds in Doom’s favor.

*They tied up in the centre of the ring and Orphan whipped Doom into the ropes.

*Doom rebounded and hit a shoulder block before hitting the ropes to his left.

*Orphan quickly rose to his feet before leaping over the charging Spooky who bounced off the other side before being struck with a drop kick.

*And that set the pace for most of the way, with neither man able to take advantage of the other.

*Eventually, Orphan took control of the contest after an especially punishing hurricanrana which drove Spooky hard into the canvas.
*Orphan made the cover for Doom to kick out moments before the canvas was struck a third time.

*Orphan applied an abdominal stretch on Doom, driving fierce hammer fist into his gut for added nastiness.

*The referee asked the question, but Doom wasn’t interested in yielding.

*Striking Orphan with a couple of stinging rights, Doom forced Orphan to change his tune and rise quickly, driving a need hard into the back of Spooky’s head.

*Spooky rose as Orphan hit the ropes and spun around hitting a devastating spinning back fist square into the centre of Doom’s face.

*Orphan narrowly missed out on a successful cover and decided to punctuate his victory by heading up top, yet as he got there Spooky dived with desperation and hit the top rope, causing Orphan to lose is balance and drop groin-first onto the top rope with his back to the ring.

*Orphan toppled backwards, seemingly trapped in a Tree of Woe and Spooky took advantage with a running dropkick.

*Doom held control for most of the match showing off his ingenuity until Orphan took him down with a swinging neckbreaker.

*Both men lay there, catching their breath, both seemingly out of it.

*Orphan dragged himself up using the ropes.

*Behind him?

*Spooky sat up.

*Orphan heard the pop, spun around to see Doom sitting up and then he charged forward punting Spooky hard in the temple, near taking his head clean off.

*He dropped over him for the cover and the referee struck the canvas thrice, eliminating Spooky Doom from the ULTRATITLE.

Winner: Orphan (Merciless Judgment > Pinfall, 20:12)

--Castor V. Strife v. Khristain Keller--

The fans were electric as they awaited the match to get underway between Castor V. Strife, the NFW World Champion, and ACW's Khristain Keller, the self-proclaimed King Doody of Whoopy Mountain.

*The pair circled one another in the ring, the fans growing noisier with anticipation and they exploded as the pair tied up collar-and-elbow style.

*Keller powered it into a side headlock, then clubbed a forearm of Strife’s back and whipped him into the ropes for a leaping shoulder block.

*Strife bounded up into the awaiting clutches of Keller who nailed three arm-capture head butts before driving the NFW World Champ into the canvas with a urange upped and a cover that gained him a long two.

*Keller persevered, to his chagrin, and took things to the outside where he tried introducing Castor to various implements of steel.

*A steel crowd barrier.

*The ring post.

*The steps.

*Once comfortable that Strife were acquainted with all the ringside furnishings, Keller attempted to hit the painKILLA, yet Strife floated over and in one fell swoop drove Keller into the canvas with a modified sleeper slam, riding him into the ground.

*Castor pulled a steel chair out from ringside and rested it on Keller’s chest before leaping and driving an elbow into the chair.

*Adhering to the referee’s final warning, Castor rolled Khristain back into the ring for a near three, but not near enough.

*Keller powered out.

*Strife heaved Keller to his feet and whipped him into the corner, charging in with a big flying knee into the corner.

*Keller tumbled out and Strife climbed high, launching off the top rope and landing on Keller with a top rope leg drop and a cover.

*Keller kicked it on two-point-nine and the fans let their hearts fall back into the chests.

*Strife maintained control however things took a turn when he whipped Keller into the ropes and anticipated the back body drop, doubling over for a swift kick into the face.

*Keller dropped onto the fallen Strife and tried to rearrange his face with mounted punches.

*He lifted Strife up by the head and slammed the back of it into the canvas again and again until the referee broke it up.

*Rising to give the referee a piece of his mind, threatening a backhand, Keller turned back to his fallen opponent and walked right into the Director’s Cut.

*Strife made the cover and the fans popped loudly as the canvas with was struck three successive times and the bell tolled its confirmation of Strife’s victory.

Winner: Castor V. Strife (Director’s Cut > Pinfall, 24:11)

The Sergeant vs. Anarky

The sounds of DMX “We Right Here” pumped through the loudspeakers in the arena and The Sergeant made his way to the ring to a tremendous ovation from the crowd. While slapping the hands of some fans at ringside, Anarky charged to the ringside area and hit him with a double-axe handle from behind. The Sarge was stunned momentarily but fought back, ripping off his ring jacket, and rolling into the ring. Anarky jumped up on the apron and the two men began to come to blows again before the bell even sounded and Sarge pulled Anarky through the ropes and hit him with a series of knife-edge chops that could be heard throughout the building.

Anarky soon gained control after countering a DDT attempt, then kicking The Sarge in the gut, and hitting a DDT of his own. Anarky worked over Sarge’s neck area and the crowd was chanting for The Sergeant to regain his senses. While Anarky whipped him into the ropes, the Sarge got a surge of energy, which was enough to duck a clothesline attempt and hit Anarky with a savate kick that leveled him. After some time on the mat, Sarge was the first to his feet, and dropped an elbow on Anarky while he was pulling himself off the mat.

The Sergeant went on the offensive and delivered a fisherman’s suplex, following it up with an ankle lock to wear down his opponent. As Anarky was regaining his composure, the Sarge measured him up for the Corrective Training dragon sleeper, but Anarky was able to slip out before the hold was properly in place and stunned The Sergeant with an eye gouge. Sarge did his best to fight the temporary blindness, but Anarky capitalized on the brief handicap by quickly kicking him in the gut and executing the Chaos Breaker for the 1…2…3. The Sarge tried to kick out, but to no avail. Anarky rolled out of the ring and headed up the ramp. The crowd gave The Sergeant a standing ovation for his efforts.

WINNER: ANARKY (Chaos Breaker, 12:17)

Sean Edmunds vs. The Phantom Republican

This highly anticipated match-up had many wrestling fans wondering which one of these veterans would come out with a victory to advance to the fourth round of the competition. Edmunds hit the ring first and took a sign from a ringside fan that read “Edmunds in 2012”. A Secret Service agent cleared the path for The Phantom Republican as he made his way to the ring. The bell rang and the two men locked up in the center of the ring. After several holds and counters by both men, the Phantom was able to gain control of the bout by hitting the Deficit Runner, a clothesline into the corner were Edmunds had been whipped into.

The Phantom Republican toyed with the crowd, gesturing he had superior intellect over Edmunds, by pointing to his head. GOP led an onslaught of offense for a few minutes, until he missed a running clothesline and tumbled over the top rope to the floor. Edmunds got a quick breath and stalked GOP from the ring apron, hitting him with a hurricanrana on the floor. Edmunds lifted Phantom to his feet and rolled him back into the ring. Taking advantage of the dazed Republican, Edmunds hit a snap mare, quickly got to his feet, and nailed his opponent with a dropkick as he was sitting up. Edmunds went to the top rope and missed a moonsault, groveling in pain on the mat. Phantom took advantage of the miscalculation and attacked Edmunds while he was down with a series of short knee drops.

The Phantom Republic hit Edmunds with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex and controlled the tempo of the match with a blitz of offensive maneuvers to keep Edmunds at bay. After wearing Edmunds out for a few minutes, The Phantom Republican attempted set Edmunds up for his finisher, The MOAB. As the Phantom was lifting him up into the backbreaker position, Edmunds slithered out, and drilled the Phantom with a stiff shot to the groin. He took quick advantage of his opponent’s ailment and delivered a northern lights suplex into a bridge for the 1…2…3. The Phantom Republican kicked the ring ropes in frustration as he watched Edmunds walk up the ramp with his arms raised in the air for his victory.

WINNER: SEAN EDMUNDS (Northern Lights Suplex, 15:41)

‘Total Elimination’ Eli Flair vs. ‘The Only Star’ Eric Dane

Maybe it was nostalgia, maybe it was the partisan Greensboro crowd, but for the third straight match, Eli Flair received a standing ovation as he entered the arena, and they chanted his name from bell to bell.

For his part, he remained as stoic as ever, his focus on his opponent, Eric Dane. This was a highly anticipated match between two former World Champions and verifiable legends; their first and second round opponents were unjustly (but logically, especially in hindsight) overlooked as they bulldozed their way to this showdown.

The King of Extreme against the Only Star.

It’s just too bad the match completely failed to live up to its potential.

The problem was Eric Dane, and it was obvious to all of the fans. He was there for his match, he defended, he kept Eli from building too much momentum, but he didn’t follow through.

In short, Dane looked like he simply didn’t care.

It was visibly frustrating for Eli Flair, and he took it out on Dane. What should have been an all – time classic was reduced to a one sided mugging, with Eli adding insult to injury by pulling Dane to the middle of the ring and twisting him over into the Total Elimination – the modified STF that, very quickly, brought about a submission.

Eli released the hold as soon as the bell sounded. He spat in Dane’s general direction and left the arena, looking like he was completely disgusted with the entire affair.

WINNER: Eli Flair via submission (6:19)

Kiyomori vs. Boogie Smallz

This match on paper would seem like it was a mismatch due to the size differential, but once the opening bell rang Kiyomori was more than capable of holding his own against the larger Boogie Smallz, Right out of the gate Boogie went for a collar an elbow tie-up, but his years wresting in Japan paid off as Kiyomori took to the air and dropkicked his larger adversary square in the kneecap. A move that floored the big man and made his knee a target for the majority of the match.

Any opportunity that posed itself, Kiyomori would focus on the knee - catching Smallz with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip, a Single Leg Boston Crab, and at one point even broke out a Spinning Toe Hold. Time has proven that the best way to take down a giant is to take his legs out from underneath him, and that is exactly what Kiyomori's mindset was.

But to be successful, Kiyomori would also have to absorb some punishing tactics from the near 7 foot monster - including repeated headbutts, a gorilla press to the floor, and a roaring elbow that one person's account claims sent one of Kiyomori's teeth sailing into the crowd.

A huge tactical error by Boogie Smallz nearly handed Kiyomori a win as he attempted to turn a chokeslam into a backbreaker, but caught up in the heat of the moment he dropped the smaller man against the knee he had worked over earlier in the match. The error was enough to keep Smallz from being able to make a timely cover.

In the closing moments of the contest, Kiyomori had a stunned Smallz in position for his often successful Shining Wizard - but Smallz showed uncharacteristic speed as he ducked the swing of the leg, waistlocked the Asian Sensation, and hurled him overhead with a deadlift release German Suplex that brought the crowd to their feet.

Confident that it was one a matter of time, a smug Smallz backed into an opposing corner and taunted Kiyomori, begging him to get to his feet. As Kiyomori stood up though, Smallz came barreling at him like a run away train with a big boot ... but the pool was empty. Kiyomori hit an evasive roll and instead Smallz foot connected with the top turnbuckle. One rolling prawn hold and three seconds later it was Kiyomori advancing in The UltraTitle Tournament.

Winner: Kiyomori via Rolling Prawn Hold (11:22)

‘The Blade’ Kendall Codine vs. Mikey Massacre

The battle of two of the oldest competitors left in the Tournament lasted over thirty minutes, as “The Blade” met “The King of Old School.” There was clearly no love lost between the two after their war of words, with Massacre attacking Codine even before the bell rang, tossing him outside the ring. Massacre quickly sent Codine into the crowd onto the concrete, then “woke him up” with a series of chairshots to the back before order could be restored and the match became official.

Massacre took full advantage from his initial attack, sending Codine reeling with a series of dropkicks, followed by a massive bulldog. Rather than going for an early cover, Massacre seemed to be in an internal battle, literally punching himself in the head until he opened himself up. The brief respite gave Codine a chance to get to his feet, only to be dropped by Massacre with a Kurtisplex (backdrop driver) and a quick two-count. Again, Codine forced his way to his feet, and again Massacre answered, with another dropkick, and then another, and then another. Codine stayed down, but Massacre kept dropkicking, hitting only air at that point.

Mikey finally hooked the leg for the pin, but Codine kicked out at two. Massacre sent Codine hard into the corner and started pulling Codine to the top, but “The Blade” caught his opponent with a quick strike to the throat, then turned and chokeslammed Massacre from the second rope. Codine quickly locked in a cloverleaf that went on for agonizing minutes – every time it seemed like Massacre would inch himself to the ropes, Codine would find a way to pull him back to the center. Every time it looked like Massacre would tap, he simply pounded his fist into his forehead, opening himself up even more. Finally, Codine broke the hold and simply stood in the middle, gesturing Massacre to get up and continue their duel.

Back and forth it went until it looked like no one could get the upper hand. They got up more and more slowly, making it look as if a double count-out could be a possibility. In the end, Massacre hit an atomic drop and hit the ropes for his trademark running bulldog, but Codine dropped to the mat, leaving Massacre with nothing but air and a face full of ring rope. Massacre got to his feet but The Guillotine Blade (Diamond Cutter) was waiting for him along with the three-count.

WINNER: Kendall Codine via pinfall (14:19)

Shamon vs. "The Kochi Cannibal" Freddie Sagawa

Thanks to rulings that were installed by the UltraTitle Board of Directors, Freddie Sagawa was accompanied to the ring by both his regular manager - Cameron Lee Waubash as well as his "handler" (for lack of a better term) the mammoth Sharkey Schultz. Meanwhile, the lovable but confused Shamon was seconded by The Disco Midget.

In what many were expecting to be an exercise in the bizarre, both men began to circle one another. As the bell rang, The Kochi Cannibal lunged forward for a double-leg takedown, but Shamon managed to evade with a moonwalk. The unconventional aversion baffled Freddie Sagawa who stared up at Neverland's Favorite Son, who celebrated his small victory with a spin and a crotch grab.

Unimpressed, Cameron Lee Waubash began to loudly coach his charge, urging him to go on the offensive. But as Sagawa stood there trying to formulate a game plan, Shamon boldly marched over to him and locked him in an embrace. A manly embrace. Complete with a hearty pat on the back. Not quite sure how to respond, Sagawa stood there with his arms hanging limply at his side as Shamon nuzzled his head on the shoulder much to the delight of the capacity crowd.

But the shenanigans wouldn't last for long as Waubash scampered up onto the ring apron to catch the attention of the official - allowing Sharkey Schultz an opportunity to slide in under the bottom rope. Sensing the Irish Man-beast behind him, Shamon turned to see what was going on and was met quickly with a forearm shot to the back of the skull followed by a Tiger Suplex that drive the back of his gourd into the canvas. And like that, Sagawa was in control of things. The Cannibal quickly went for a cover, but Shamon kicked out with ease.

Not wanting to relinquish his grip on the match, Sagawa began to put on a clinic in his animalistic and underhanded tactics - fluently mixing armdrags and snapmares with eye gouges and back rakes. There were a few stern warnings from the official, but the reaction of the hot Greensboro Crowd told him that a DQ would probably be met with a riot. Not a good thing.

Whipping Shamon to the corner back first, Sagawa attempted a Northern Lights Suplex on the rebound - but Shamon managed to reverse it into a high impact DDT that planted The Kochi Cannibal on the top of his gourd. With the Japanese Native seeing stars, Shamon went to work with a series of quick elbow drops, a second rope headbutt, and even an attempt at a Figure Four Leglock which the North Carolina faithful saw as an homage to many Southern Legends. But Sagawa doesn't know the meaning of the word quit and eventually fought his way to the ropes for a break.

Feeling the match firmly in his control, Shamon caught Sagawa as he came rebounding off the ropes with a variation of a Blue Thunder Powerbomb that earned him a near three count, but wasn't enough to put The Kochi Cannibal away. With orders shouted from ringside by The Disco Midget, Shamon began his scale to the top rope, telegraphing what he had in mind as he began to sing the riff fromThriller.

In a move that seemed almost instinctive, Sagawa kicked-up to his feet and lunged towards the corner to knock Shamon from his perch - but Shamon was quick in his thinking as well as he leapt over the diving Sagawa and landed dead center of the ring. The impact from the lunge however caused Shamon's leg to buckle, and it left enough of an opportunity for Sagawa to come sprinting at him with a deadly accurate Busaiku Knee Kick. The Knee Kick is a move that has lead to many a win for The Kochi Cannibal, but the impact (this time) sent Shamon rolling half-way out of the ring.

Sagawa quickly moved in and went for the ankle to pull Shamon to the center of the ring, but outside the ring The Disco Midget went digging in his pocket for something and tried to pass it to Shamon. Realizing something was up on the other side of the ring, Waubash sent Schultz on the interception and as he lambasted The Disco Midget with a Yakuza Kick a cloud of bath salts exploded in the face of the pop superstar.

As the whole crowd grasped the severity of what was going down (not that it truly was severe) the lights in The Merritt Auditorium went black and a very familiar mega-hit filled the air ...
Suddenly a single spotlight the rocks to life over the ring, and standing in its eerie glow is a man that looks strikingly similar to Shamon. His once bright and shining eyes are now vacant and lifeless. His once beaming and fun loving smile has been replaced by an expressionless scowl. His ring attire is tattered and torn, giving him the appearance of somebody that has either undergone horrendous plastic surgery or has had the very soul sucked out of them. Maybe both?

Unable to distinguish between the Shamon from just a few moments ago and the shell of a man that stands before him now, Freddie Sagawa hauls off and unleashes a mighty right hand that connects square with his opponents jaw. The mandible shifts for a fraction of a second, before popping back into place as Shamon advances with rhythmic but barely noticeable steps.

Undeterred, Freddie Sagawa seizes the head of Shamon in both hands and lunges forward with a headbutt that connects with a dull thud. A headbutt so powerful that it opens a small wound in the forehead of The Kochi Cannibal, that trickles down over the bridge of his nose. But on the other end .. no response. Just the steady progression of a man that appears to feel no pain.

## Cause this is thriller, thriller night
## There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
## Thriller, thriller night
## You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

Baffled as he unleashes maneuvers that have floored many an opponent, Freddie Sagawa looks for some sort of advise as an equally confused Cameron Lee Waubash pounds on the ring apron in frustration. Moving in Sagawa hooks Shamon between the legs and scoops him up high - depositing him violently on the canvas with a modified Michinoku Driver. Before before The Kochi Cannibal can go for the cover, Shamon bridges back to a vertical base and stares down as a stunned Sagawa.

Still perplexed, Sagawa kicks up to his feet and drives the toe of his boot deep into the gut of Shamon managing to double him over. Before Shamon can return to his upright stance, Sagawa wraps his arms around the waist and hoists him up into a Gory Special. Letting out a banshee like scream, the Japanese Superstar thrusts the body of Shamon forward, flipping him up .. over ... and landing in a picturesque sit-out powerbomb aka The Pitagora Sochi.


The fans in Greensboro erupt in near deafening cheers as Sagawa clamors to his feet, while Shamon again manages to fluidly bridge back to a vertical base. Not missing a step, he continues with his slow steady dance-like progression across the ring. Shocked, Freddie Sagawa grips the sides of his head and drops to his knees - letting out an animalistic belt, high pitched enough to shatter lightbulbs, while outside the ring Waubash tries to come up with some sort of game plan.

Getting back up, Sagawa grabs Shamon by the wrist and whips him chest first into the ropes. As he rebounds off the strands, The Kochi Cannibal leaps into the air and wraps his legs around his opponents head from behind and sends him flipping over with a Reverse Hurricanrana - better known as the Poison Rana. The move is a picture of beauty that becomes bastardized as Shamon rolls through with it and back to his feet - advancing once again.

Finally a lightbulb appears to go off over the head of Cameron Lee Waubash who leaps up onto the ring apron and claps his hands to get the attention of his charge. Sagawa towards the sound, as Waubash points towards his skull saying .... "TAKE OUT THE HEAD!"

Still baffled, Sagawa isn't able to put two and two together, but he follows the instructions thrown at him and drives a knee into the breadbasket of Supernatural Shamon. Hooking the head in a front chancery, he lifts him hiiiiiigh into the air before drilling him headfirst into the canvas with a sheer drop BRAIIIIIIIINBUSTEEEEEEEEEER!

Suddenly a hush falls over the crowd, as Shamon lies there prone on the canvas.

Crawling over, Sagawa nudges him, but gets no response.

Slowly he lays across the body of Neverland's Favorite Son and hooks the leg ...


Outside the ring a defeated Disco Midget collapses to his knees in shock, as the sounds of the legendary pop anthem fade out and the sounds return to normal.

Winner: "The Kochi Cannibal" Freddie Sagawa via Brainbuster (13:13)

Deacon vs. Vincenzo Savonarola

Deacon gets some last minute encouragement from Chris Sheppard. Vincenzo Savonarola is thoroughly checked by the official. The two lock up center of the ring after the bell rang three times. Some chain wrestling started off. Deacon used his strength to his advantage, tossing the smaller Savonarola around the ring before Vincenzo used his speed to counteract it. Crucifix pin got two for Vincenzo. Ducked clothesline allows a schoolboy from Vincenzo for two. The two get to their feet and Deacon takes off Vincenzo’s head with a STIFF clothesline.

Deacon took advantage with a hanging vertical suplex. Deacon with a knee to Vincenzo’s stomach, a snap mare, and then a BIG heavy elbow drop for two. Deacon with a body slam, then an irish whip into the corner. A few strong elbows followed to Vincenzo’s face. Irish whip, but Savonarola reverses. Vincenzo catches Deacon with a big body splash, sending the Mute Freak down in the corner. A face wash boot scrape followed from Vincenzo, before Savonarola hits Deacon with an inverted atomic drop. Vincenzo off the ropes and catches Deacon with a polish hammer taking the Christian Benediction down for a two count. Deacon powers out. Vincenzo looks for a gutwrench suplex, but Deacon powers out. Deacon wraps his palm around Vincenzo’s neck, but the Godfather leaps up and wraps his legs around Deacon’s waist. He rolls through and catches Deacon in a roll up for two.

Vincenzo with a few knife edge chops to the Mute Freak pushes Deacon to the corner. A few rights and lefts, and an irish whip to the other side. Vincenzo charges, but Deacon shoves off the corner and takes Vincenzo’s head off with a POWERFUL lariat for two. Deacon lifts Vincenzo up in a gorilla press and slams him down in a body slam. Deacon with an irish whip. Vincenzo ducks a clothesline. Off the other side with a lou thesz press, but Deacon catches him in and locks in a bear hug. Savonarola fights off, elbows to Deacon’s head, but Deacon keeps the hold locked in. Eye rake breaks the hold. Savonarola with a quick Russian leg sweep for two. Savonarola lifts Deacon and tries for a vertical suplex. In a superhuman feat of strength, Vincenzo is able to lift the seven footer and even holds him up for a moment in a delayed/stalling suplex. Deacon’s size is too much, as Vincenzo can’t hold him up. Deacon lands back on his feet, and Deacon hits Vincenzo with a stiff suplex of his own.

Deacon gets two. Irish whip by Deacon into a QUICK powerslam gets two. Savonarola fights to his feet as Deacon climbs up the top rope. Deacon leaps, front flips for Fire from heaven, his blockbuster, but Vincenzo rolls out of the way and Deacon eat’s nothing but mat. As Deacon recovers, Savonarola swipes out his legs from under him. Vincenzo attempts to lift Deacon up for his patented Padrino Piledriver, but the large 7 footer is too large for him. Vincenzo falls to his knees, clutching his back in immense pain. Deacon recovers, BOOT TO THE GUT, ALTAR CALL! An academic three count later, and Deacon advances to the final sixteen!

Winner: Deacon via pinfall: Altar Call @ 17:45

Jeffrey Roberts vs. Pat Gordon, Jr.

Roberts walked to the ring calm and composed, giving fans at ringside the occasional glance, but nothing overt. He jumped up onto the apron and rolled himself over the top rope, approaching the referee in the ring with a hard glare but no expression otherwise. The referee backed away a bit, properly unnerved, when Pat Gordon’s music hit the speakers. Roberts glanced slightly over his shoulder at this, watching his opponent come down to the ring. Gordon climbed through the ropes, keeping an eye on Roberts and climbed the turnbuckle with his arms raised. The crowd cheered as he did this, and Roberts turned, looking up at Gordon with detachment.

Gordon climbed down and walked to the middle of the ring to face Roberts, and Roberts raised an eyebrow. Gordon said something out of earshot of the ringside microphones and Roberts cocked his head to the side slightly. Gordon smirked, and Roberts turned to walk back to his corner. Instead, he turned and fired a right hand that Gordon was ready for. Gordon blocked the punch and returned with one of his own. He fired two more at the head of Roberts and backed him into the ropes. Gordon flung him across the ring with an Irish Whip, but Roberts came hurtling out of the ropes with a high flying forearm that landed him right on top of Gordon, where he proceeded to clobber him on the top of the head with repeated right hands. He leaned in and started biting Gordon, all the while expressionless, drawing a firm rebuke from the referee. Roberts let go and stood up, spitting something from his mouth to the side and wiping some blood from just under his lip. He looked down at Gordon, who was now bleeding from just around his hairline above his right eye. He jumped down onto Gordon with his knee across his face and drove right hands again into the spot where he opened him up a few minutes before. He got another rebuke from the official and backed off once more, this time opting to pull Gordon up by his hair to a standing position. Gordon, showing more fight than perhaps Roberts expected, broke up the clinch and kicked Roberts in the stomach, doubling him over, then hammered him down to the mat with a clubbing right arm.

Gordon took this opportunity to lay in a few stomps to the head of Roberts, who tried to roll away, finally getting his hands around the ring ropes, where he cradled them like a baby. Gordon didn’t let him off the hook though, reaching down and grabbing Roberts’ legs and yanking him off of the ropes. Gordon held the legs and gave a stomp to the midsection/groin area, causing Roberts to roll up in a ball. Gordon pulled Roberts up from behind, locking in a rear waistlock and bringing him over with a bally to back suplex that he held in a bridge for a two count. Roberts reached out and pulled himself up by the ropes, but Gordon followed up again, firing several thrusts to the throat area that made Roberts gasp for air. He tried to send Roberts into the corner head first, but Roberts surprised him and everyone by leaping up to one side of the ropes near the corner, hopping to the other side and coming off with a roundhouse kick to the head of Gordon that sent him flying. Roberts followed up quickly, hitting the ropes and hitting a rapid leg drop, then getting right back up and dropping another that got him a two count. Roberts quickly grabbed the legs of Gordon and drug him into the center of the ring. He flipped him onto his back and picked up his legs to start a sharpshooter, but upon turning him over, he reached back and bridged to clasp his hands around Gordon’s neck as well. Gordon screamed in pain as the referee asked for the submission, but Gordon refused. Roberts finally let go, and with a growl, starting stomping Gordon savagely all up and down his body as he lay prone on the mat. As he looked out to the crowd, having gone from visibly angry to seemingly calm, he glanced from Gordon to the turnbuckle and then started his climb. He leaped off to hit the Shooting Star Guillotine, but Gordon moved, and Roberts landed with a thud on his knee.

Gordon quickly got to his feet and took advantage, picking Roberts up and then dropping him with a knee breaker. He followed it up by draping his leg across the bottom rope and dropping his backside across the knee three times in succession. He pulled Roberts up one more time and before he knew what was happening Roberts pulled Gordon down into an inside cradle that got about a two-point-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine count. Roberts got up alongside Gordon and fired off a right hand that Gordon returned. Roberts hit a reverse knife edge chop, and Gordon hit one of his own. Roberts grabbed Gordon quickly by the head and dropped him into a jawbreaker. Roberts ran at the ropes, springboarded off the top rope and came flying toward Gordon with an attempted roaring knee to the head, but once again, Gordon slipped out of the way. This time Gordon turned quickly and locked Roberts into the Pat Lock, a reverse bridging chickenwing submission. Roberts fought to get out for a good minute, but Gordon had it clinched on in the middle of the ring. Finally Roberts began to fade, the camera catching an image of him smirking, almost smiling as he started to lose consciousness. Gordon continued to cince the move in, raising Roberts’ hand once…… twice…… three times.


Troy Windham vs. Jack Harmen

As the bell rings three times, Jack Harmen steps toward Troy Windham. The two stare at one another as Harmen points to a hanging banner with the word “Ultratitle.” Windham smiles, and catches Harmen with a right. Jack fires back, and we start with a good ol’ fashion slug fest. Windham wins with his size, shoving Harmen into the ropes. Irish whip, Harmen returns and ducks a clothesline. Off the other side, Harmen leaps for a lou thesz press but Windham ducks. Harmen lands on his feet and continues running off the other side. Spinning wheel kick CAUGHT by Windham, as Troy SLAMS the luchador with a powerbomb for two.

Windham locks in the WINDHAM LAW, slowing down the pace. Harmen kicks his leg on the mat as the referee checks on him. Harmen shakes his head no as he’s asked to submit. Windham however, has the clear positional advantage as he WRENCHES the hold in further. Harmen screams, and begins to reposition his body. Harmen drapes his leg over the bottom rope, breaking the hold.

Windham waits as Harmen fights to his feet. Harmen shakes off the cobwebs and DUCKS underneath a West Texas Lariat. Off the other side, Harmen… LOCOMOTIVE!

Windham ducks, SLACKKNIFE! NO! Harmen slips away and slides out of the ring to regroup.

At four, Harmen climbs on the apron but Windham KNOCKS him off with a stiff elbow. Harmen circles around the ring and climbs back up. He ducks another elbow from Windham and cathes him with a Stun Gun over the top rope. Windham backs off, choking, as Harmen springboard and CATCHES Windham with a lou thesz press. Punches ensue as the crowd begins to get behind Harmen. Windham shoves Harmen off as Harmen lands on his feet. Jack waits for Troy to recover, slapping his leg and CHARGES! Windham ducks the locomotive again! From behind, Windham lifts Harmen on his shoulders and NAILS an F5.

Two count as Harmen drapes his leg on the bottom rope. Windham pulls Harmen closer to the center of the ring and gets a two count for his troubles. Troy locks in his Windham Claw once more, using his height to his advantage. After a few moments, Harmen drags himself to the corner and again breaks the hold by placing his foot on the bottom rope.

Troy grabs Harmen by his tights and lifts him to his knees, only to have the Lunatic low blow him. Windham, doubled over, eats the canvas with Harmen’s patented COLD SNOW. This gets two, as Windham shoves Harmen off. Harmen gets back up, and kicks a recovering Windham in the gut, Straight Jacket double underhook, and Harmen NAILS Hypothermia center of the ring. Harmen gets two, and pounds his hands against the mat in frustration. Harmen springboards to the top rope, and FLIES with his former finisher, the Flying Moon Shot.

Harmen eats NOTHING but canvas. Windham recovers, Double Chicken Wing’s Harmen from behind, and then RUNS, nailing a chicken wing bulldog for two. Windham lifts Harmen up, and SLAMS him with a powerbomb. Windham hooks Harmen up, lifts him again, and JACKKNIFES him in the center of the ring. TWO COUNT. Windham grabs Harmen’s legs and wraps him up in a Texas Cloverleaf, but before he can turn him over, Harmen grabs his head and rolls him up for two.

Windham back up, and Harmen ducks a STIFF West Texas Lariat. Off the other side, Windham DUCKS Harmen’s Locomotive. Windham hooks Harmen for the SLACKKNIFE, but Harmen drops to his knees, grabs Windham from behind and ROLLS him up in a school boy.

Hook of the tights! Windham can’t get out! THREE COUNT!

Troy Windham kicks out a second too late as Harmen scoots out of the ring. He tosses his hands high in the air as his eyes bulge. The bell rings as “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the pa system.

Harmen rushes to a small vocal supporting section of the crowd and DIVES in. They begin to crowd surf him as his music blares. Windham can’t believe it in the ring as he questions the referee’s count.

Winner: Jack Harmen via schoolboy @ 27:31.

Win or lose, the only match that could’ve truly ended this show was Jack Harmen against Troy Windham.

We here at CS Enterprises appreciate you fans’ patience as we tried to get this information to you. In past years, you’d have heard about this show a month from now. It’s progress, right?

To run the list, here are the current matchups scheduled for the Sweet Sixteen card:

Jeff Andrews vs. Joey Melton
Spike Saunders vs. Cameron Cruise

Pete Whealdon vs. Orphan
Castor Strife vs. Anarky

Sean Edmunds vs. Eli Flair
Kendall Codine vs. Kiyomori

Freddie Sagawa vs. The Deacon
Jack Harmen vs. Pat Gordon Jr.

Here’s to the Ultratitle, we’ll see you then!

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The Shadow Pope
Jan 6, 1995
Top of the Pile
Re: The Grapevine

Rudy Seitzer paused as he reviewed the typed file in front of him. It’s true, in years past, the CSWA would have delayed the results for days, or even weeks, whenever there was a technical problem. Merritt and Thomas’ obsession with perfection may have made them the biggest rated wrestling programs of all time, but it was also incredibly difficult to rebuild the audience after each hiatus.

More importantly, this wasn’t the CSWA, this was the Ultratitle. And it was more important to make sure that information was sent out, rather than the manner in which it was delivered.

Rudy laughed. He could get used to working like this
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