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2023.06.02 10:00 markymarc_99 Vale la pena hacer un máster mientras trabajas?
Trabajo en Finanzas hace 2 años, entré nada más salir de la carrera y voy progresando, la empresa me va dando más responsabilidad progresivamente y creo que ven potencial en mí.
Veo que muchos de los directivos, aparte de ser competentes en lo suyo, tienen máster tipo MBA o similares. El Director Comercial, por ejemplo, hizo el máster mientras trabajaba a tiempo parcial, y está contento de haberlo hecho. Me lo recomendó para mi carrera profesional, aunque también reconoció que es un gran sacrificio tanto por el precio, como por las horas que ocupa fuera del trabajo.
Mirando precios cuestan un riñón, los baratos 8.000€ y los caros pues hasta 70.000-90.000€ que me parece exagerado.
Creéis que vale la pena? O mejor invierto ese dinero en indexados? :)
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Veo que muchos de los directivos, aparte de ser competentes en lo suyo, tienen máster tipo MBA o similares. El Director Comercial, por ejemplo, hizo el máster mientras trabajaba a tiempo parcial, y está contento de haberlo hecho. Me lo recomendó para mi carrera profesional, aunque también reconoció que es un gran sacrificio tanto por el precio, como por las horas que ocupa fuera del trabajo.
Mirando precios cuestan un riñón, los baratos 8.000€ y los caros pues hasta 70.000-90.000€ que me parece exagerado.
Creéis que vale la pena? O mejor invierto ese dinero en indexados? :)
2023.06.02 08:58 stimfluid07 Por qué ver parejas en la calle me hace sentir tan solo?
Hoy salí a una plaza comercial (casi siempre salgo sola pq por el momento no estudio, solo trabajo los fines de semana y la mayoría de mis amigos estudian o trabajan o hacen ambas cosas y cuando salen, solo hacen planes con sus amigos de la uni o el trabajo).
Y me agüita un chingo caminar y ver parejas en cada rincón, agarrados de la mano 🥲
Hace rato estaba comiendo, sentada en una mesa sola mientras otros estaban con sus parejas, haciendo cosas tontas o mimandose.
Fue increíble como la sociedad me hizo sentir tan sola en cuestión de segundos.
Y me he preguntado muchas veces si el querer tener una pareja es un deseo mío, que me Nazca, o es algo en lo que me estoy viendo influenciada de terceros o social media saben ? :(
Estoy cansada de conocer a pura gente basura. Ya nadie quiere algo bonito estos días, solo pasar el rato o cosas sin compromiso. Ya nadie corteja, ya nadie busca, ya nadie quiere hacer nada.
Y me duele que tengo tanto para dar pero las veces que lo he intentado con alguien siempre termino siendo yo la más comprometida que ellos :(
Díganme algo por favor, lo que sea
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Y me agüita un chingo caminar y ver parejas en cada rincón, agarrados de la mano 🥲
Hace rato estaba comiendo, sentada en una mesa sola mientras otros estaban con sus parejas, haciendo cosas tontas o mimandose.
Fue increíble como la sociedad me hizo sentir tan sola en cuestión de segundos.
Y me he preguntado muchas veces si el querer tener una pareja es un deseo mío, que me Nazca, o es algo en lo que me estoy viendo influenciada de terceros o social media saben ? :(
Estoy cansada de conocer a pura gente basura. Ya nadie quiere algo bonito estos días, solo pasar el rato o cosas sin compromiso. Ya nadie corteja, ya nadie busca, ya nadie quiere hacer nada.
Y me duele que tengo tanto para dar pero las veces que lo he intentado con alguien siempre termino siendo yo la más comprometida que ellos :(
Díganme algo por favor, lo que sea
2023.06.02 08:53 Obinsonan commute from novaliches bayan to la mesa eco park
what's the easiest way to commute.
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2023.06.02 08:31 AnOnIMAA78 Mi "mejor amiga" manipuló a todos para que estén en mi contra
Contexto: Estoy empezando el bachillerato/high shool en la carrera de laboratorista clínico y estoy en mi primer año la cuestión es que odio está escuela y me queria cambiar a otra escuela a la carrera de enfermería sin embargo tenia que hacer examen de admisión en esa escuela por lo que me desgaste mucho estudiando para entrar y aparte el 15 de mayo acaba de fallecer mi papá, claramente me dolió mucho ya que yo no tengo mamá y el era lo único que tenía(ahora estoy viviendo con mi abuela paterna) y por obvias razones mi rendimiento en la escuela bajo bastante.
La cosa es que en esta escuela tengo una "mejor amiga" y no le había dicho nada de lo que me ha estado pasando en casa o mis planes a corto plazo porque no me gusta hablar ese tipo de cosas y ella no sabia que me quiero ir de esta escuela, el chiste es que está tipa se enojo conmigo y me dejó de hablar de la nada y justo un día después de que me dejó de hablar me enteré que desde hacía una semana me saco de todos los trabajos y proyectos y convenció a mis demas compañeros para que hicieran exactamente lo mismo, me reportaron, todos hablaron conmigo para que yo no le hable a nadie porque según todos yo soy alguien que no debería estar estudiando porque no sirvo para ellos. Un chico me defendió y me dijo que el estaba ahí cuando ella los convenció a todos para que me hicieran esto diciendo que yo me dedico a consumir drogas y robar para conseguir droga, que debido a esto yo la agredí para que me diera dinero y que me gusta molestarla por gusto, además me dieron el resultado del examen de admisión y me rechazaron por lo que me tengo que quedar en esta escuela. Por eso quiero venganza y quiero poder manipular al grupo para que se pongan en contra de ella y vean quien es, o que todos se ataquen entre todos (ya que no hay otros salones no puedo pedir un cambio) Cualquier opción de venganza es buena Pd. Ya el chico que me defiende y yo hablamos con el director pero no nos cree nada y nos dijo que si volvíamos a hablar del tema nos iba a suspender por básicamente "mentir"
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La cosa es que en esta escuela tengo una "mejor amiga" y no le había dicho nada de lo que me ha estado pasando en casa o mis planes a corto plazo porque no me gusta hablar ese tipo de cosas y ella no sabia que me quiero ir de esta escuela, el chiste es que está tipa se enojo conmigo y me dejó de hablar de la nada y justo un día después de que me dejó de hablar me enteré que desde hacía una semana me saco de todos los trabajos y proyectos y convenció a mis demas compañeros para que hicieran exactamente lo mismo, me reportaron, todos hablaron conmigo para que yo no le hable a nadie porque según todos yo soy alguien que no debería estar estudiando porque no sirvo para ellos. Un chico me defendió y me dijo que el estaba ahí cuando ella los convenció a todos para que me hicieran esto diciendo que yo me dedico a consumir drogas y robar para conseguir droga, que debido a esto yo la agredí para que me diera dinero y que me gusta molestarla por gusto, además me dieron el resultado del examen de admisión y me rechazaron por lo que me tengo que quedar en esta escuela. Por eso quiero venganza y quiero poder manipular al grupo para que se pongan en contra de ella y vean quien es, o que todos se ataquen entre todos (ya que no hay otros salones no puedo pedir un cambio) Cualquier opción de venganza es buena Pd. Ya el chico que me defiende y yo hablamos con el director pero no nos cree nada y nos dijo que si volvíamos a hablar del tema nos iba a suspender por básicamente "mentir"
2023.06.02 08:21 logrono Streak 598: unicornios inestables
Unstable unicorns (literalmente: "Unicornios inestables") es un juego de mesa que a mí me gusta mucho. La caja solamente contiene cartas, es decir, no hay tablero. Las reglas son muy cortas y sencillas, pero esto no significa que el juego sea fácil. Para ganar, tienes que ser el primero que tiene siete unicornios en tu establo.
La razón por la que me gusta tanto este juego es que es menester jugar de forma sucio, o sea, infligir acciones negativas a tus amigos. Además, es posible robar cartas e incluso jugar un "¡No!", con él que puedes impedir que la acción de tu compañero entre en efecto. Es más, se puede jugar con hasta ocho personas y existe una expansión no apto para el trabajo (que es muy graciosa). Este juego es un maravillo, y aún más si ya has bebido algunas copas. Espero poder jugarlo este finde con mis colegas del trabajo.
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La razón por la que me gusta tanto este juego es que es menester jugar de forma sucio, o sea, infligir acciones negativas a tus amigos. Además, es posible robar cartas e incluso jugar un "¡No!", con él que puedes impedir que la acción de tu compañero entre en efecto. Es más, se puede jugar con hasta ocho personas y existe una expansión no apto para el trabajo (que es muy graciosa). Este juego es un maravillo, y aún más si ya has bebido algunas copas. Espero poder jugarlo este finde con mis colegas del trabajo.
2023.06.02 07:56 Prongs006 The way the writers wrote Lanes plot was atrocious.
Lane had so much potential as a character. She was so cool! Like literally one of the coolest ppl in the show. She was rebellious, smart, was in a rock band and very strong willed. If the writers wanted to do a show about Lane separately it would have been a damn good show. But then things go downhill when she moves out. First her boyfriend moves to LA for school (Dave I think?). Sucks that he never returns to it. Then some how ends up with that blonde dude who is a giant idiot and a man child. She doesn’t pursue school after HS and gets pregnant after one time of having sex and is a house wife with a loser husband in a shitty apartment. Like they decided to make her life so shitty for no reason. They could have wrote to start an a girl rock band and travel the world but they made her a loser and that’s so whack.
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2023.06.02 07:51 ZelosWilder3 México y sus delicias culinarias
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2023.06.02 07:44 InsularAvarice The Western Union: A Fictional Nation From a Larger World Map I Have Been Working On For The Past Four Years
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2023.06.02 06:44 FLKTHT Dónde comprar vinilo para forrar mesa de trabajo?
Tengo una mesa que recientemente empecé a usar como mesa escritorio para poner mi computadora y tal.
Es viejita y la tabla superior es de esa viruta de madera comprimida entonces para evitar que se siga deteriorando y me siga molestando (porque también es incómodo), pienso forrarla y lo que pienso es un vinil a medida.
No conozco mucho del tema, por lo que no sé si hay viniles que traigan su propio pegamento, o hay que engraparlo, o haya alguna otra alternativa más efectiva tal vez? Escucho cualquier recomendación sobre el tema.
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Es viejita y la tabla superior es de esa viruta de madera comprimida entonces para evitar que se siga deteriorando y me siga molestando (porque también es incómodo), pienso forrarla y lo que pienso es un vinil a medida.
No conozco mucho del tema, por lo que no sé si hay viniles que traigan su propio pegamento, o hay que engraparlo, o haya alguna otra alternativa más efectiva tal vez? Escucho cualquier recomendación sobre el tema.
2023.06.02 06:32 anonnn343434 Here’s my theory
I started seeing the unraveling of Rachel on the date with Peter. I could see she was at a breaking point. Wasn’t sure from what… but the vibe was off. I now think this was the state of a woman who had been strung along to the point of almost breaking.
After finding out about Scandoval it all clicked for me and this is why;
I think Sandoval and Rachel started having an affair before James proposed. I think they hooked up and actually felt guilt for it (the night where Rachel wouldn’t answer her phone maybe?) I think Sandoval gave money towards the proposal out of genuine guilt.
As time goes on they continue the emotional affair and Rachel stops sleeping with James. She eventually calls off the engagement with the understanding that Sandoval would follow suit. I’m sure his excuse was they couldn’t do it too close together or it would be obvious.
As time goes on Rachel starts to get nervous Sandoval won’t actually follow through with this. Out of frustration, and possibly a hope to provoke Sandoval, Rachel accepts a date from Peter. She breaks down at that lunch when reality starts to set it, things aren’t playing out like Sandoval promised. She’s still in a tiny apartment alone with no direction.
Fast forward to girls trip. Ariana goes home to mourn Charlotte. Rachel is angry at the thought of Sandoval consoling Ariana and out of retaliation and to punish Sandoval she makes out with Oliver.
In the car Rachel has a mental breakdown. Maybe realizing she acted out of anger in pursuing Oliver and had some regrets that it would mess up her status with Sandoval.
Once at the cabin Rachel makes contact with Sandoval and he consoles her and bitches to her about Ariana which makes Rachel feel secure again. All is well so she makes up an excuse and heads back to LA to spend time with Sandoval and ultimately screw him that night.
I think we watched a woman become apathetic and scorned over this season. This girl is a yo-yo on Toms hand.
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After finding out about Scandoval it all clicked for me and this is why;
I think Sandoval and Rachel started having an affair before James proposed. I think they hooked up and actually felt guilt for it (the night where Rachel wouldn’t answer her phone maybe?) I think Sandoval gave money towards the proposal out of genuine guilt.
As time goes on they continue the emotional affair and Rachel stops sleeping with James. She eventually calls off the engagement with the understanding that Sandoval would follow suit. I’m sure his excuse was they couldn’t do it too close together or it would be obvious.
As time goes on Rachel starts to get nervous Sandoval won’t actually follow through with this. Out of frustration, and possibly a hope to provoke Sandoval, Rachel accepts a date from Peter. She breaks down at that lunch when reality starts to set it, things aren’t playing out like Sandoval promised. She’s still in a tiny apartment alone with no direction.
Fast forward to girls trip. Ariana goes home to mourn Charlotte. Rachel is angry at the thought of Sandoval consoling Ariana and out of retaliation and to punish Sandoval she makes out with Oliver.
In the car Rachel has a mental breakdown. Maybe realizing she acted out of anger in pursuing Oliver and had some regrets that it would mess up her status with Sandoval.
Once at the cabin Rachel makes contact with Sandoval and he consoles her and bitches to her about Ariana which makes Rachel feel secure again. All is well so she makes up an excuse and heads back to LA to spend time with Sandoval and ultimately screw him that night.
I think we watched a woman become apathetic and scorned over this season. This girl is a yo-yo on Toms hand.
2023.06.02 06:09 bot_neen Democracia en la Mesa: Unidad Técnica de Servicios de Informática
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2023.06.02 06:06 skumbeg98 Porque no me hace feliz tener novia?
Ya llevo desde enero de este año con ella de pareja, y simplemente me agobia salir con ella, no es algo que me emocione, y me molesta no tener intimidad con ella, porque ella tuvo un pasado de “fuckgirl” y la dejo bastante mal eso y por eso no quiere pero me desanima eso no se porque,tenemos 20 años los dos, y mi pasado es que aparte de ella nomas he tenido una novia aparte de ella, osea solo tengo una ex
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2023.06.02 05:48 library_rat Playgrounds in Los Angeles?
My wife’s job is moving our family from NYC to LA. I’m going to be taking care of our 1 year old son until the writers strike is finished and I can try to navigate switching IATSE locals. A family member is scouting apartments for us within a 30-min commute of UCLA medical center. I’m a little surprised about how few public park playgrounds there are, but as a guy who grew up in the Bay Area, I realized a lot of the playgrounds I grew up going to were at schoolyards. I’m Just curious about what the etiquette is in LA, are the gates left open after hours (late afternoon/early evening) so people in the community can treat the schoolyard like a public park or do you have to hop the fence?
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2023.06.02 04:57 FRCO96 Viajecito a Capital
Buenaasss Acá porteño de 26, voy a viajar por primera vez SOLO fuera de la provincia y mi primera opción es Córdoba, tengo gente en la capital así que voy de una para ahí. Me recomendarian porfavor algún lugar lindo para pasear por mi cuenta (o a que lugar no acercarme 👀)
Me gustan las cafeterías, la comida rica, rol de mesa y cosas geek en general.
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Me gustan las cafeterías, la comida rica, rol de mesa y cosas geek en general.
2023.06.02 04:45 Gameran Dexter Flux Presents: Sound-Off! - Part Two
Babaganoush: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: One fall!
And is for… the WiR Television Championship! Already in the ring, the challenger, weighing in at 235 pounds, The Suuuuuuperstar!
Banaganoush: And Already in the ring, the champion, “Guaranteed, Gabe Garvin!”
Ding Ding Ding!
Mann: And the bell rings here, and we are back underway at Sound Off! Presented by Dexter Flux.
The Superstar does a little spin as he approaches Gabe Garvin and the two back off from each other. The two wrestlers stare down a moment, before launching at each other with a collar and elbow tie-up. The Superstar gains the upper hand and locks Garvin in a headlock. Garvin, in a headlock, however, gets pushed into the ropes, where he gets pushed away. Garvin looks for a back body drop as The Superstar bounces off the ropes, but eats a boot for his trouble. Garvin tries to regain control by lifting Superstar on his shoulders, Superstar shifts back to the ground, but gets lifted and dropped on his chest! The Superstar is forced to roll out of the ring to recover.
Crowd: [Apathetic Silence]
Garvin goes under the bottom rope and gets quickly caught with a kick to the stomach. The Superstar throws Garvin into the barricade and begins to hammer away.
Woodbridge: And The Superstar turning things around here!
Mann: And folks, we’ll be back after these messages from our sponsors!
Woodbridge: Why are we going to commercial, the match just st-
The following advertisement plays
We fade back into the action with a crowd shot, which stays longer than comfortable on a shot of 40 apathetic fans. As it cuts back to the ring, we see Gabe Garvin deliver a vertical suplex to The Superstar, before going to a pin that convinces nobody of its success.
Mann: And we are back here at Sound Off! Garvin has regained control here!
The Superstar rolls to the corner and forces a momentary break. As the ref tries to restore order, The Superstar throws an overhand shot at Garvin- who blocks it and responds in kind, backing the Superstar back into the corner, and whipping him across the ring. As Superstar bounces off with a thud, Garvin hits the ropes beside him and hits a bulldog. Garvin goes for a cover, which gets a…
ONE
TWO
Kickout!
The Superstar flops into the corner once more, and Garvin is halted from pulling him away by the official. As The Superstar exits the corner, Garvin is right back on top of him, whips him off the ropes, and delivers a back body drop! The Superstar rolls out of the ring once more, but Garvin follows in pursuit. Garvin charges in, but gets caught with a drop-toe hold, and crashes into the announce table.
Mann: Watch out!
Woodbridge: Garvin seeking to capitalize on his newfound momentum here…
Crowd: [Does not care]
The Superstar throws Garvin back into the squared circle, and delivers a club to the back of his head, Followed by stomps and a knee drop. Superstar waits for Garvin to try and get back up, before stomping again, followed by a punch. As Garvin powers back to his feet, The Superstar looks to grab him, but Garvin pulls him in for a belly-to-belly suplex! Superstar shuffles into the corner, followed by Garvin, who eats a boot for his trouble before The Superstar storms out with a lariat. The Superstar looks for a chin lock, but Garvin is too oily, and he slips free. Superstar retaliates for this oily transgression with a fist and applies a headlock to a cornered Garvin.
Mann: And The Superstar getting some offense here, Garvin is in trouble! Can our TV champion save the match?
The Superstar works the headlock in the corner until the ref forces a break, at which juncture The Superstar turns around and throws his fists at Garvin. Following this, The Superstar lifts Garvin to his feet and goes for a whip, but as Garvin hits the other turnbuckle, he lifts his left foot to kick an incoming Superstar! As Garvin looks to capitalize, The Superstar grabs the leg that kicked him and takes Garvin down to the mat. Superstar drops an elbow on Garvin’s knee, and a second elbow, before looking for a knee twist, which Garvin pushes away from.
Mann: And Garvin fends off the Superstar’s onslaught! What a heroic effort by our TV Champion!
Crowd: [awkward silence]
Garvin sells his injured knee for a moment, before using it to pull a charging Superstar down with a drop-toe hold, flip Superstar over, and try to apply a submission, but this time, The Superstar pushes Garvin away! The Superstar delivers an elbow to a staggered Garvin, before delivering a Russian leg sweep, and going for a cover.
ONE
TWO
Kickout!
The Superstar is in disbelief that his leg sweep failed to get the victory, and he pulls Superstar by the arm, before kicking his downed body in the rib. Garvin throws himself off the ground to throw a punch at Superstar’s gut, but as he gets up, he is once again cut off by a clothesline, and a pin attempt.
ONE
TWO
Kickout.
Crowd: [Apathetic, a smattering of boos, and a single portly fan in a Shooting Association shirt attempting to start a “boring” chant]
Woodbridge: The Superstar is unable to get the best of Garvin despite some strong offense here, and the longer this goes on, the more I like the TV Champion’s chances in this match.
Mann: And all the Garvinites in the crowd cheering for their hero to make a comeback!!
Crowd shot of bored audience quickly pans back to the ring, where The Superstar is applying an arm wringer
Mann: And this match of course is presented by our sponsors, over at Mann Corporation!
The Superstar transitions to a half camel clutch, still clutching the arm of Garvin
Mann: Mann Corporation is committed to providing high-quality products to all of our loyal customers! Use code “WiR” at checkout for 3.5% off select items at MannCoStore.com!
The Superstar has transitioned into a standing headlock
Mann: If you buy within the next 7 minutes, all Gabe Garvin merchandise is 10% off! Act fast! And now, back to the action!
Garvin powers out of the headlock and whips The Superstar into a corner. He charges in, and misses, as The Superstar moves out of the way, and attempts to lock in another arm wringer. Garvin tries to power out but fails, and the hold is applied.
Superstar: ASK HIM!
Garvin does not submit, and once again tries to lift himself upwards. Superstar sees this, and shifts so that he is lying down on the back of Garvin, still applying the arm wringer. Garvin winces in agony and reaches for the rope with his free hand. Unable to reach them, Garvin Begins to power himself upwards for the third time, and this one is successful, as he slowly works his way up to his feet, Superstar now trapped in the air in a fireman’s carry. The Superstar pushes himself off as Garvin gets to his feet, and tries to throw a punch. Trying to reclaim the momentum, The Superstar goes for an Irish whip, and looks for a dropkick as Garvin returns, but to no avail! Garvin holds onto the rope, and The Superstar crashes back to the ground.
Mann: And Garvin escaping the hold! Superstar is dazed!
Woodbridge: And this could be the opening the TV Champion needs to regain control of this match! The Superstar is in trouble, as Gabe is Garving up!
Mann: It’s Garvin’ time!
Garvin bounds off the ropes and leaps for a flying clothesline!
Mann: What a maneuver!
Garvin hits the ropes again, and nails a staggered Superstar with another flying clothesline! The Superstar writhes in agony as he tries to pull himself back to a standing base, where Garvin is waiting for him. Garvin bounces off the ropes, and nails a rising Superstar with a shoulder block.
Mann: Vintage Garvin! And he has the upper hand! The fans here on their feet!
Crowd: [Silent, sitting down]
Garvin ascends to the second rope, and as a wounded Superstar ascends once more, he leaps for a double ax handle, but nobody is home! The Superstar looks to capitalize with a DDT, but it gets blocked by Garvin, who fights out, throws Superstar against the ropes, and hits another shoulder block. With The Superstar down, Garvin looks at the crowd, backs against the ropes, and hits a fist drop!
One guy in the crowd Crowd: YEEEAAAH WE FUCKIN LOVE THE FIST DROP YEEEEAAHHH
Crowd: WOOO!! GAR-VIN! GAR-VIN!
Woodbridge: And the people exploding for Garvin’s fist drop! (?)
Garvin looks almost surprised at the suddenly raucous crowd, and motions for his finishing maneuver! As soon as he indicates he isn’t going for another fist drop, the crowd dies and goes back to their silence. Superstar stumbles to his feet, gets his arm trapped, and’s he’s lifted into the air, before being slammed down with a Pump Handle Slam! Garvin goes into the cover…
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!!
Mann: And Gabe Garvin retains!
Woodbridge: His victory was all but Garunteed
Babaganouh: And here is your winner, at a time of Seven minutes and Forty-Five seconds… Garunteed Gaaaaaabeeeeee Gaaaaarviiiin!!
Crowd [Scant Murmors]
Mann: And tonight we have seen a truly memorable title defense from our heroic TV Champion, Gabe Garvin. And to watch all of Garvin’s matches from the comfort of your home, go to WWW dot Wrestle Is Reddit dot com slash Garvin for all the latest updates! And a special thanks to our sponsor for this show, JDate!
The monitor shows Dexter Flux on screen, who immediately gets a crowd pop 10x louder than anything of the past 7:45
Crowd: FLUX! FLUX! FLUX! WE LOVE FLUX!
Flux: I'm not… I'm not Jewish, but that's really not what JDate is about. It's about like… dating. JDate is what JDate is. That's what it is. I'm Dexter Flux. I'm the President of the United States. Thank you for your service.
The monitor cuts back to the crowd going bananas for Flux. A guy is screaming and beating the shit out of the old woman sitting next to him because he loves Dexter Flux so much.
Mann: And you too can be just like these happy people if you buy a Gabe Garvin T-Shirt, now 4% off at select TJ Maxx stores near you!
Garvin holds up his title on the apron while the crowd cheer for Flux, and a photographer gets a photo of the victorious champion in front of a cheering crowd. As Garvin gets down from Bret’s rope, the camera cuts to…
Something else. It's shot differently, worse cameras that pan around instead of cut. No commentary. No acknowledgment. It's a documentary shoved in the middle of a wrestling show.
We're in a church basement, or a community gym, or something like that, with hardwood floors and dim, white light pouring in through windows near the top of the room. There's a table next to the door with a coffee machine and paper cups and a door to the outside propped open, so people can step out to smoke. A voice speaks up.
Teddy (O.S.): I don't think I've ever been a good person.
We move to the middle of the room. There's a circle of people sitting in chairs, looking at one whose face is obscured but whose voice most WiR diehards recognize. The circle's watching him carefully, skeptically. A couple of them glance at the camera as it moves by, which seems like an outsider - a perverse interloper. Some of them are recognizable, heels from all over the wrestling scene. Most of them seem miserable to be here, unrepentant. One figure, dressed up, seems more warm in his posture, but we don't see his face either.
Teddy (O.S.): I don't think I've ever really tried, I mean. I've been a good guy, for a little bit. Here and there. But I wasn't who I was. I was somebody trying to get cheered, trying to make sure they loved me. And when they didn't, I just… I snapped.
Finally, we see him, the object of their attentions. He is sitting in a chair, dressed down in a t-shirt, paper cup of coffee by his feet. Teddy Coronado. There's no charisma to the way he speaks. He was a preacher once, electrifying, manic, an embodiment of television airwaves. Now, he's mumbling. The camera zooms in on his face, as he tried to put together the next few words, shaking his head. The words seem ridiculous to say and maybe that's because they're wrestling words and this man - sitting here, in the basement - does not seem to be a wrestler.
Teddy: I'm Teddy Coronado and… Sorry. I'm Teddy and I'm a heel.
Others (all together): Hi, Teddy.
He cringes at them.
Teddy: I've been…
He stops, sucking on his tongue. It's the noise of a crowd, again.
Teddy: I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this.
Spence (O.S.): It's alright.
The camera pans over to a much more shocking face, Spence Cooper, dressed like a normal person, with a buttoned-up v-neck, instead of his usual attire as one half of the Golden State Stars, wearing mesh shirts and whatever nonsense is left. The rest of the group turns to him with a sort of reverence that seems wholly unfitting for him.
Spence: This is hard stuff, Teddy, alright - this is hard stuff, everybody. I mean, when I was a member of the Golden State Stars-
Chaz (O.S): GOLDEN! STATE! ST-
Spence: Chaz.
We whip pan to Chaz Levine, who is also there. He is dressed less like a normal person.
Chaz: Sorry, bro, still working on it.
Spence: We all have hiccups, is what I was saying. This is hard work. That's why not everybody does it. But it's good work. You've been here for a long time, right?
He's staring at the ground as he said it, as if ashamed.
Teddy: Six months.
Spence: Six months and it's still hard. That should show to everyone else here that even the best of us You can do it, Teddy. You can say it.
Teddy takes a breath, tries to put it together. After a few seconds, he looks back up. And it's almost there. That spark, that fire in his eyes.
Teddy: I've… been thinking about things, recently. I've been thinking about my time as a wrestler. I've done a lot of things in this business - and I'm not bragging about that, but I'm saying it because I need to say it. I was the best guy on the mic for a long time. I was good in the ring, too. I beat some of the best people in that company and sometimes I even did it clean.
There's a chuckle at that, in the room, and he gives a rueful smile, for a second, looking back on everything. Then it fades. So does the light in his eyes. Teddy looks at his feet, again, but the rest of them are listening, now. Most of them hate this place, but they listen
Teddy: I lied, I cheated, I stole. I used every dirty fucking trick in the book - you can look. My granddad wrote it. I used weapons. I hired my own ref. I made my own matches. I attacked people from behind the scenes. I once wrestled with a cardboard cut-out, so I could move its torn-off foot under the bottom rope to get a break.
He's looking up, now, and the fire isn't in his eyes, but it's in his words.
Teddy: I gave up everything for that title, for those accolades, for those year-end awards, for my hand raised up at the end of the night. I've got a claim to being the best champion in that company's history. I went into this business looking for all of that. I said to myself that I'd be different than my family, from my great-grandfather, from my grandfather, from my…
He stops. He leaves the final word unsaid.
Teddy: But that's not what I'm saying. I had the chance to change my name. I had a shitty start, but I had my own agency. What I did was my own. And by the end, I gave up that. I gave up my decency, my integrity, my dedication to this art, I gave up everything I have - and I don't have anything to show for it.
There's a crippling silence, for a few moments, the kind of silence you only notice when everything felt so loud before it.
Teddy: I don't talk to any of the roster I was a part of. My name doesn't get mentioned in promos. The fans - the fans that used to jeer my name, who serenaded me after I was forced out of that company - they don't think about me. I gave up everything I ever had and I don't…
He takes a shallow breath, emotional, seeming to hold back tears as he rubs his temples. A man offers him a tissue box but he waves it aside. For as much pride as he has managed to put aside, he can't allow himself to cry in front of the only people he's ever been genuine to.
Teddy: I got an offer, recently. You guys know about it.
Teddy half-heartedly gestures at the camera and a couple of them glance back at it. Chaz, on the edge of frame, flexes a little bit when reminded a camera is watching him.
Teddy: I got an offer to come back to WiR. They're coming back, apparently, again. They've offered me a couple times, over the years, and I almost took it. I even said I would, once, before. Back when I still had the bookstore. And then I started training and I became what I was, again, and I gave up the bookstore, and I was so fucked up I couldn't even make it to the show, because I realized, in that ring…
He pauses and they're all listening. He hates that, because he knows why they're listening and why he's talking. Because the fire, suddenly, is there. It's there in his eyes. It's there in his voice. It's there in the way he sits in that chair, the knotting his hands do as he talks, but most of all it's there in the crowd, listening with rapt attention.
Teddy: There's the Teddy Coronado with the money, with the television show, with the betrayal and the burials, even the Teddy who dressed up like a dentist and said he hated bullies. They say I've been a lot of people, had a lot of gimmicks, but the trick is they're all the same one. They're all somebody who needs to have the whole world know that they're the best. But they're all masks. Facades. And when I got into that ring, lit by halogen lights, no one in the audience, no one facing me in that ring, no one there but me, I realized the truth.
The fire in his voice has burned away and, now, he speaks in ashes: harsh, more serious than he's ever been, and more painful. He is being true.
Teddy: I don't know what's beneath those masks. I don't. A part of me is terrified that there isn't anything there. That the shit I've done, to other people, to the industry as a whole, that's who I am. I've tried to find out who it is, out here. I tried to open a bookstore, I tried to become a trainer, I tried to get as far away from that ring as possible.
He stops, again. The crowd is fully drawn in, now, and a furrowed brow of concern on Spence's face breaks through the mask of supportiveness.
Teddy: But, when I got that email, that offer… I think I realized that there's only one way for me to figure that out-
Spence: Teddy…
Teddy turns his eyes to Spence, but there's a weariness to his eyes. He's already made up his mind. He made it up before he even entered this room, before he even entered the cameras in, before Spence even says the thing he knows he's about to say.
Spence: Teddy, I know what you're about to say. And I want to tell you in front of the group, because I know you don't want there to be secrets here. I've been lured that way. We all have, but you have to know that there is a risk to what you're about to say. Some people can recover, can re-enter that ring, Teddy, but some people can't.
There is a warmth in Spence's eyes that make you realize that this is not the same man that was a Golden State Star. Not anymore. But he knows that he can't change his mind.
Spence: This is in your hands, Teddy. It always is.
Teddy sits there, genuinely considering the words and then he smiles. Knows how absurd what he's about to say is. And then he speaks, just as resolute as before. No. More so.
Teddy: I know. But I hear it in me. I hear the roar of the crowd, with me or against me. I hear my opponent's music hit. I hear the bending of the mat, the straining of the ropes, the fight. I know that who I was in there was a monster. But I know that, if there's something of me left, beneath all of this, it's in there.
He stands up.
Teddy: This is what I'm choosing to do, Spence. I'm sorry.
Teddy walks out of the circle, across the hardwood floor, and steps out the door. The camera doesn't follow.
Javier (O.S.): Ladies and gentlemen, the Independent Champion, Diiiiiiiiick Dover!
We cut back to Knott's Berry Farm, where the crowd reacts in a mixed fashion to the announcement of Dick Dover. Prisoner of Society hits, and Dick Dover walks through the curtain with the Independent Championship over his shoulder.
Mann: The Independent Champion enters the building, he says he has an announcement to make.
Woodbridge: That’s right, Shay. We don’t know what it’s going to be, but when Dover walked into the venue this afternoon, he insisted on addressing the crowd.
Dover grabs a mic from Maurice Chondon ringside, then walks up the stairs, wipes his feet on the apron, and enters the ring. He then turns to face the crowd.
Dover: I know you all have a lot of thoughts about me, but let’s get one thing clear right now. There’s been a lot of time gone by since you last saw me. But don’t get me wrong, one thing wouldn’t have changed no matter how long we’ve been apart. I am still your Independent Champion.
Crowd: mix of boos and applause
Dover: But there have been changes. Changes in the world and changes with myself, and it’s time for me to share with you all some changes I’ve made. When WiR went on hiatus i-
Nitroglycerin hits as Joey McCarty storms out from behind the curtain holding a mic.
Crowd: Boooooooooo
McCarty: No no no no no no fuck this shit. I know what this is. I’m not stupid.
McCarty stomps down to the ring.
McCarty: Dick, you’ve talked all this talk about being a fighting champion, but I know a retirement announcement when I see one.
McCarty slides into the ring and pops up to his feet, pacing around Dover.
McCarty: and you must be out of your mind to think you can walk out of here title held high, to a cheering crowd, and go out as champion. You’re out of your goddamn mind.
Dover walks towards McCarty.
Dover: You don’t even-
McCarty: Save it, honestly. I came into this business as an outsider, and I was given the crash course. I don’t know where you learned this, it might have been in dogwater Florida, but it certainly wasn’t in Toronto.
Dover: Joey, you’ll shut the hell up if you know what’s good for you.
McCarty: What I was taught is that you always go out on your back. If you won’t do that, then I’ll do that for you.
Dover goes to talk, but McCarty slaps him.
McCarty: So what you’re going to do right now, is lie down, stare at the lights, and you can end your career the way you’re supposed to, and watch me coronate myself as a triple crown champion.
Dover: Interesting point Joey, counterpoint:
Dover hits McCarty with a spinning back elbow, sending him to the mat!
Dover: You don’t tell me what to fucking do. So here’s what we’re actually going to do, I’m going to show these people I am a fighting champion, we’re going to get a ref out here, and I’m going to whoop your ass
Crowd: YAYYYYY
Mann: HOLD ON A SECOND, DOVER. YOU DON’T GET TO PROMISE PEOPLE MATCHES, I MAKE THE MATCHES but that is a good idea so lets get a ref out here BECAUSE I SAID SO.
Crowd (a little more confused): YAYYY
Jeff Boone sprints out from backstage at full speed and dives headfirst under the rope into the ring.
Boone: ALRIGHTWEGOTAREGULARCHAMPIONSHIPMATCHONEFALLLET’SKEEPITCLEANBOYSNOCLOSEDKNUCKLESONPUNCHESNOHAIRPULLINGIWON’THAVEANYNONSENSEINTHISRINGYOUHEREMEOKRINGTHEBELL
The bell rings, leaving both men a little stunned at how quickly this match has started. Joey moves into action first, lurching for Dover, arms outstretched in a clear indication that Joey wants to initiate a classic “Test of Strength.” Dick Dover knocks away the hands and shoots for a double-leg takedown, sending Joey sprawling to the mat.
Mann: Wow, an incredibly technical start for Dover. Sometimes I think we forget home in depth his wrestling knowhow is.
Dick Dover is slowly overpowering Joey from underneath, when a glint shines in the Canadian’s eyes. A brutal knee to the face erupts from McCarty, slamming into Dover’s nose. Dover steps back, covering his damaged face. Blood begins to drip onto the mat.
Woodbridge: Wow, Dover is absolutely busted up!
Paisner: That’s the opportunistic streak of McCarty showing. Give him an inch, he’ll take a mile and sell you back the inch for triple it’s market value.
Dover shakes his head, trying to clear up the fog inflicted from Joey’s move. Before he gets a chance to recover, Joey is behind him, snaking his arms up to lock Dover in a full nelson. Dover is in a precarious position, but he digs his fingers into Joey’s eyes, cause the hold to release.
Woodbridge: A savvy veteran move, but is it legal?
Mann: Absolutely not. It seems like this ref is going to let them play on, for some reason. Very hands off.
Woodbridge: When you’ve got two fighters who will do whatever it takes to win, sometimes it’s best to just let them go at it. Anything less than that could give the other an unfair advantage.
Dover throws a couple quick strikes to McCarty’s midsection. Joey winces and bends over, giving Dick the opportunity to hit him with a Leg Drop Bulldog that pounds Joey into the mat!
Crowd: WOOOOAH!
Dover capitalizes on McCarty’s grounded position, dropping some falling elbows into the fallen man. But the third elbow doesn’t land cleanly, given Joey the opportunity to flip over and nail another knee into Dover, this time right on the side of his head.
Mann: Hard to imagine these headshots won’t have an effect on Dover if this match goes long.
A quick leap to his feet, and Joey finally has the position he wanted in the beginning, locking up Dover in a contested full collar tie. He gains the upper hand, and begins controlling Dover towards the corner. A grasp of Dover’s wounded head, and then suddenly McCarty is rubbing Dover’s face all over the ringpost!
Crowd: OOOF
But Dover isn’t one to take something like this without fighting back. A wild leg flail nails McCarty right in the gonads, sending him backwards in pain. The ref looks to step in, but then decides not to as Dover runs towards his and lands an uppercut into lariat combo that sends Joey back down to the ground. Dover attempts a cover!
1!
No!
Joey kicks out with relative ease, prompting Dover to consider more violence towards the grounded wrestler.
Mann: What could this devilish man be considering next?
Dover sits on McCarty.
Woodbridge: A chair!
A quick pivot from Dover, and suddenly Joey is up in the air, face in anguish from the inverted surfboard stretch.
Woodbridge: A painful chair!
Suddenly, a voice rings out from the crowd.
Random Fan: DOVER IS STILL LAME!
Dover, mildly irritated by the fan, releases the hold on Joey, sending the stretched out man to the mat. He gets up and aggressively points to the crowd in the direction of the mysterious fan.
Dover: Hey Asshole! You wanna see lame? I’ll show you lame!
Dover grabs Joey’s hair and becomes slamming punches into the downed man’s face.
Crowd: LAME DOVER LAME DOVER LAME DOVER
A frustrated Dover now releases the hold and turns his back on Joey, heading over to the ringpost. He begins to remove the cover. At this point, blood has completely covered his chest. Joey stirs and stands, sneaking up to behind Dover. A quick snatch and Joey has surprise rolled up Dover for a pin!
1!
2!
No!
Dover kicks out and gets back to his feet, but Joey is quicker and grabs Dover’s arm for an irish whip, sending him into the exposed ring post!* The hard metal digs into the small of Dover’s back and he reels in pain, back into Joey who snags his wrist, twisting it into a hold. Dover is up in the air and slammed back onto his neck as Joey lands a modified Fisherman Driver on the champion!
Crowd: OOOOOHHHHH!!!!
It’s Joey’s turn to batter the grounded Dover, repeatedly sending soccer kicks into his skull. The dull sound of bone against flesh carries through the arena in a way that makes most attendees uncomfortable. Joey lifts Dover to his feet, intending to whip him into the exposed ring post again, but Dover has seen this before. He counters with a reversal, sending McCarty into the ropes, McCarty rebounds and Dover SLAMS him into the mat with a teeth-rattling spinebuster!
Crowd: YAYYYYY
Mann: I’m not sure if Dover’s winning the crowd over or if they just enjoy seeing Joey get hurt, either way, Dover is red-hot!
Dover grabs McCarty, and goes into the set up for his Doverleaf! But before he can, a small figure pops up onto the apron.
Woodbridge: WOAH, WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!
Gigi appears holding a spray bottle and she sprays a fine clear mist right into Dover’s eyes and cackles maniacally!
Mann: What’s this?! It's Gigi! And she’s just assaulted Dover with some sort of liquid!
Dover drops McCarty and grabs at his eyes. Kaitlyn Casey Jones appears from the crowd, holding a sign that says “GAMER GIRL BATHWATER $279.69”, she hops the barricade and grabs a mic, laughing with Gigi. Jones pulls a card out of her pocket and starts reading it.
KCJ: Hey faaaans, if you’re looking to order some of the water that our favorite e-girl actually bathes in, it’s up on the website right now! Guaranteed to have touched Gigi’s skin, go to www.gigigamergirlgush.pizza for more details. Fuck you, Dick!”
Gigi: I wrote that last part.
McCarty clambers to his feet, confused. He notices Dover staggering, and launches himself into the air, connecting with a superman punch to the back of Dover’s skull.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO
Mann: BERTUZZI! DOVER’S OUT COLD
Woodbridge: I can’t believe this, Dover’s had the title stolen from him!
McCarty scrambles to cover Dover.
1
2
3-NO
Crowd: WOAAAAAH YAYYY
Mann: Dover kicked out!
Woodbridge: How!?!?
McCarty stumbles to the corner in disbelief, and collapses into a seated position onto the bottom turnbuckle, the crowd swells, and McCarty’s confounded expression turns to disbelief and then to anger, he pops to his feet and stomps towards Dover.
Woodbridge: What do either of these men have left in the bag?!
McCarty lifts Dover to his feet, cussing him out as he does. McCarty attempts his Bus Driver Uppercut, but Dover springs to life and catches him, and PLANTS him with a kneeling jawbreaker!
Mann: Cliffs of Dover!
Woodbridge: From the last of his energy!
Mann: Cover!
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2
3
DING DING DING
Crowd: YAYYYYY!
Mann: Dover is still Independent Champion!
Before Javier can make the announcement, Gigi and KCJ hit the ring and attack Dover, as McCarty rolls out of the ring, jumping him and punching and kicking Dover while he’s down.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO
Woodbridge: What the hell is this?!
Mann: Gigi still thinks she’s owed a shot at the Independent Championship, she must have made some sort of deal with McCarty to get her match!
Woodbridge: And now that her plan is up in smoke, she’s taking it out on Dover!
Gigi and KCJ continue their assault, KCJ picks up the mic and is about to speak, but before she can, Adam Raised A Cain plays.
Crowd: YAYYYYYYYY
Woodbridge: Someone else with unfinished business, Mark Dutch!
Mark Dutch runs out, Joey McCarty is standing on the ramp, and Dutch shoulder checks him out of the way! Dutch then slides into the ring, and pulls KCJ off of Dover and out of the ring! Gigi scrambles out of the ring away from Dutch.
Mann: Last time we saw these two, they were at eachothers throats, but now Dutch comes to save Dover? What’s going on?
Woodbridge: Looks like there's still lots of unfinished business around these parts.
Mann: That’s enough of this.
Mann grabs a stick mic and attempts to stand on the commentary table, but it wobbles so he instead stands on his chair
Mann: When I brought this company back, it wasn’t for what it was, but what it can become, so I can’t have you three stinking up the joint with old beef, so let’s settle this at the next show. You three for the Independent Title. a brief pause to let that sink in
Crowd: WOOOOOOO
Mann sits back down with a grin on his face.
Mann: I like this “making matches live” thing
Woodbridge: Could stand to work on your crowd work though.
Mann: More WiR action, after this!
Dover, Dutch and Gigi staring eachother down as we fade out to commercial.
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Crowd: One fall!
And is for… the WiR Television Championship! Already in the ring, the challenger, weighing in at 235 pounds, The Suuuuuuperstar!
Banaganoush: And Already in the ring, the champion, “Guaranteed, Gabe Garvin!”
Ding Ding Ding!
Mann: And the bell rings here, and we are back underway at Sound Off! Presented by Dexter Flux.
The Superstar does a little spin as he approaches Gabe Garvin and the two back off from each other. The two wrestlers stare down a moment, before launching at each other with a collar and elbow tie-up. The Superstar gains the upper hand and locks Garvin in a headlock. Garvin, in a headlock, however, gets pushed into the ropes, where he gets pushed away. Garvin looks for a back body drop as The Superstar bounces off the ropes, but eats a boot for his trouble. Garvin tries to regain control by lifting Superstar on his shoulders, Superstar shifts back to the ground, but gets lifted and dropped on his chest! The Superstar is forced to roll out of the ring to recover.
Crowd: [Apathetic Silence]
Garvin goes under the bottom rope and gets quickly caught with a kick to the stomach. The Superstar throws Garvin into the barricade and begins to hammer away.
Woodbridge: And The Superstar turning things around here!
Mann: And folks, we’ll be back after these messages from our sponsors!
Woodbridge: Why are we going to commercial, the match just st-
The following advertisement plays
We fade back into the action with a crowd shot, which stays longer than comfortable on a shot of 40 apathetic fans. As it cuts back to the ring, we see Gabe Garvin deliver a vertical suplex to The Superstar, before going to a pin that convinces nobody of its success.
Mann: And we are back here at Sound Off! Garvin has regained control here!
The Superstar rolls to the corner and forces a momentary break. As the ref tries to restore order, The Superstar throws an overhand shot at Garvin- who blocks it and responds in kind, backing the Superstar back into the corner, and whipping him across the ring. As Superstar bounces off with a thud, Garvin hits the ropes beside him and hits a bulldog. Garvin goes for a cover, which gets a…
ONE
TWO
Kickout!
The Superstar flops into the corner once more, and Garvin is halted from pulling him away by the official. As The Superstar exits the corner, Garvin is right back on top of him, whips him off the ropes, and delivers a back body drop! The Superstar rolls out of the ring once more, but Garvin follows in pursuit. Garvin charges in, but gets caught with a drop-toe hold, and crashes into the announce table.
Mann: Watch out!
Woodbridge: Garvin seeking to capitalize on his newfound momentum here…
Crowd: [Does not care]
The Superstar throws Garvin back into the squared circle, and delivers a club to the back of his head, Followed by stomps and a knee drop. Superstar waits for Garvin to try and get back up, before stomping again, followed by a punch. As Garvin powers back to his feet, The Superstar looks to grab him, but Garvin pulls him in for a belly-to-belly suplex! Superstar shuffles into the corner, followed by Garvin, who eats a boot for his trouble before The Superstar storms out with a lariat. The Superstar looks for a chin lock, but Garvin is too oily, and he slips free. Superstar retaliates for this oily transgression with a fist and applies a headlock to a cornered Garvin.
Mann: And The Superstar getting some offense here, Garvin is in trouble! Can our TV champion save the match?
The Superstar works the headlock in the corner until the ref forces a break, at which juncture The Superstar turns around and throws his fists at Garvin. Following this, The Superstar lifts Garvin to his feet and goes for a whip, but as Garvin hits the other turnbuckle, he lifts his left foot to kick an incoming Superstar! As Garvin looks to capitalize, The Superstar grabs the leg that kicked him and takes Garvin down to the mat. Superstar drops an elbow on Garvin’s knee, and a second elbow, before looking for a knee twist, which Garvin pushes away from.
Mann: And Garvin fends off the Superstar’s onslaught! What a heroic effort by our TV Champion!
Crowd: [awkward silence]
Garvin sells his injured knee for a moment, before using it to pull a charging Superstar down with a drop-toe hold, flip Superstar over, and try to apply a submission, but this time, The Superstar pushes Garvin away! The Superstar delivers an elbow to a staggered Garvin, before delivering a Russian leg sweep, and going for a cover.
ONE
TWO
Kickout!
The Superstar is in disbelief that his leg sweep failed to get the victory, and he pulls Superstar by the arm, before kicking his downed body in the rib. Garvin throws himself off the ground to throw a punch at Superstar’s gut, but as he gets up, he is once again cut off by a clothesline, and a pin attempt.
ONE
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Kickout.
Crowd: [Apathetic, a smattering of boos, and a single portly fan in a Shooting Association shirt attempting to start a “boring” chant]
Woodbridge: The Superstar is unable to get the best of Garvin despite some strong offense here, and the longer this goes on, the more I like the TV Champion’s chances in this match.
Mann: And all the Garvinites in the crowd cheering for their hero to make a comeback!!
Crowd shot of bored audience quickly pans back to the ring, where The Superstar is applying an arm wringer
Mann: And this match of course is presented by our sponsors, over at Mann Corporation!
The Superstar transitions to a half camel clutch, still clutching the arm of Garvin
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The Superstar has transitioned into a standing headlock
Mann: If you buy within the next 7 minutes, all Gabe Garvin merchandise is 10% off! Act fast! And now, back to the action!
Garvin powers out of the headlock and whips The Superstar into a corner. He charges in, and misses, as The Superstar moves out of the way, and attempts to lock in another arm wringer. Garvin tries to power out but fails, and the hold is applied.
Superstar: ASK HIM!
Garvin does not submit, and once again tries to lift himself upwards. Superstar sees this, and shifts so that he is lying down on the back of Garvin, still applying the arm wringer. Garvin winces in agony and reaches for the rope with his free hand. Unable to reach them, Garvin Begins to power himself upwards for the third time, and this one is successful, as he slowly works his way up to his feet, Superstar now trapped in the air in a fireman’s carry. The Superstar pushes himself off as Garvin gets to his feet, and tries to throw a punch. Trying to reclaim the momentum, The Superstar goes for an Irish whip, and looks for a dropkick as Garvin returns, but to no avail! Garvin holds onto the rope, and The Superstar crashes back to the ground.
Mann: And Garvin escaping the hold! Superstar is dazed!
Woodbridge: And this could be the opening the TV Champion needs to regain control of this match! The Superstar is in trouble, as Gabe is Garving up!
Mann: It’s Garvin’ time!
Garvin bounds off the ropes and leaps for a flying clothesline!
Mann: What a maneuver!
Garvin hits the ropes again, and nails a staggered Superstar with another flying clothesline! The Superstar writhes in agony as he tries to pull himself back to a standing base, where Garvin is waiting for him. Garvin bounces off the ropes, and nails a rising Superstar with a shoulder block.
Mann: Vintage Garvin! And he has the upper hand! The fans here on their feet!
Crowd: [Silent, sitting down]
Garvin ascends to the second rope, and as a wounded Superstar ascends once more, he leaps for a double ax handle, but nobody is home! The Superstar looks to capitalize with a DDT, but it gets blocked by Garvin, who fights out, throws Superstar against the ropes, and hits another shoulder block. With The Superstar down, Garvin looks at the crowd, backs against the ropes, and hits a fist drop!
One guy in the crowd Crowd: YEEEAAAH WE FUCKIN LOVE THE FIST DROP YEEEEAAHHH
Crowd: WOOO!! GAR-VIN! GAR-VIN!
Woodbridge: And the people exploding for Garvin’s fist drop! (?)
Garvin looks almost surprised at the suddenly raucous crowd, and motions for his finishing maneuver! As soon as he indicates he isn’t going for another fist drop, the crowd dies and goes back to their silence. Superstar stumbles to his feet, gets his arm trapped, and’s he’s lifted into the air, before being slammed down with a Pump Handle Slam! Garvin goes into the cover…
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THREE!
DING DING DING!!
Mann: And Gabe Garvin retains!
Woodbridge: His victory was all but Garunteed
Babaganouh: And here is your winner, at a time of Seven minutes and Forty-Five seconds… Garunteed Gaaaaaabeeeeee Gaaaaarviiiin!!
Crowd [Scant Murmors]
Mann: And tonight we have seen a truly memorable title defense from our heroic TV Champion, Gabe Garvin. And to watch all of Garvin’s matches from the comfort of your home, go to WWW dot Wrestle Is Reddit dot com slash Garvin for all the latest updates! And a special thanks to our sponsor for this show, JDate!
The monitor shows Dexter Flux on screen, who immediately gets a crowd pop 10x louder than anything of the past 7:45
Crowd: FLUX! FLUX! FLUX! WE LOVE FLUX!
Flux: I'm not… I'm not Jewish, but that's really not what JDate is about. It's about like… dating. JDate is what JDate is. That's what it is. I'm Dexter Flux. I'm the President of the United States. Thank you for your service.
The monitor cuts back to the crowd going bananas for Flux. A guy is screaming and beating the shit out of the old woman sitting next to him because he loves Dexter Flux so much.
Mann: And you too can be just like these happy people if you buy a Gabe Garvin T-Shirt, now 4% off at select TJ Maxx stores near you!
Garvin holds up his title on the apron while the crowd cheer for Flux, and a photographer gets a photo of the victorious champion in front of a cheering crowd. As Garvin gets down from Bret’s rope, the camera cuts to…
Something else. It's shot differently, worse cameras that pan around instead of cut. No commentary. No acknowledgment. It's a documentary shoved in the middle of a wrestling show.
We're in a church basement, or a community gym, or something like that, with hardwood floors and dim, white light pouring in through windows near the top of the room. There's a table next to the door with a coffee machine and paper cups and a door to the outside propped open, so people can step out to smoke. A voice speaks up.
Teddy (O.S.): I don't think I've ever been a good person.
We move to the middle of the room. There's a circle of people sitting in chairs, looking at one whose face is obscured but whose voice most WiR diehards recognize. The circle's watching him carefully, skeptically. A couple of them glance at the camera as it moves by, which seems like an outsider - a perverse interloper. Some of them are recognizable, heels from all over the wrestling scene. Most of them seem miserable to be here, unrepentant. One figure, dressed up, seems more warm in his posture, but we don't see his face either.
Teddy (O.S.): I don't think I've ever really tried, I mean. I've been a good guy, for a little bit. Here and there. But I wasn't who I was. I was somebody trying to get cheered, trying to make sure they loved me. And when they didn't, I just… I snapped.
Finally, we see him, the object of their attentions. He is sitting in a chair, dressed down in a t-shirt, paper cup of coffee by his feet. Teddy Coronado. There's no charisma to the way he speaks. He was a preacher once, electrifying, manic, an embodiment of television airwaves. Now, he's mumbling. The camera zooms in on his face, as he tried to put together the next few words, shaking his head. The words seem ridiculous to say and maybe that's because they're wrestling words and this man - sitting here, in the basement - does not seem to be a wrestler.
Teddy: I'm Teddy Coronado and… Sorry. I'm Teddy and I'm a heel.
Others (all together): Hi, Teddy.
He cringes at them.
Teddy: I've been…
He stops, sucking on his tongue. It's the noise of a crowd, again.
Teddy: I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this.
Spence (O.S.): It's alright.
The camera pans over to a much more shocking face, Spence Cooper, dressed like a normal person, with a buttoned-up v-neck, instead of his usual attire as one half of the Golden State Stars, wearing mesh shirts and whatever nonsense is left. The rest of the group turns to him with a sort of reverence that seems wholly unfitting for him.
Spence: This is hard stuff, Teddy, alright - this is hard stuff, everybody. I mean, when I was a member of the Golden State Stars-
Chaz (O.S): GOLDEN! STATE! ST-
Spence: Chaz.
We whip pan to Chaz Levine, who is also there. He is dressed less like a normal person.
Chaz: Sorry, bro, still working on it.
Spence: We all have hiccups, is what I was saying. This is hard work. That's why not everybody does it. But it's good work. You've been here for a long time, right?
He's staring at the ground as he said it, as if ashamed.
Teddy: Six months.
Spence: Six months and it's still hard. That should show to everyone else here that even the best of us You can do it, Teddy. You can say it.
Teddy takes a breath, tries to put it together. After a few seconds, he looks back up. And it's almost there. That spark, that fire in his eyes.
Teddy: I've… been thinking about things, recently. I've been thinking about my time as a wrestler. I've done a lot of things in this business - and I'm not bragging about that, but I'm saying it because I need to say it. I was the best guy on the mic for a long time. I was good in the ring, too. I beat some of the best people in that company and sometimes I even did it clean.
There's a chuckle at that, in the room, and he gives a rueful smile, for a second, looking back on everything. Then it fades. So does the light in his eyes. Teddy looks at his feet, again, but the rest of them are listening, now. Most of them hate this place, but they listen
Teddy: I lied, I cheated, I stole. I used every dirty fucking trick in the book - you can look. My granddad wrote it. I used weapons. I hired my own ref. I made my own matches. I attacked people from behind the scenes. I once wrestled with a cardboard cut-out, so I could move its torn-off foot under the bottom rope to get a break.
He's looking up, now, and the fire isn't in his eyes, but it's in his words.
Teddy: I gave up everything for that title, for those accolades, for those year-end awards, for my hand raised up at the end of the night. I've got a claim to being the best champion in that company's history. I went into this business looking for all of that. I said to myself that I'd be different than my family, from my great-grandfather, from my grandfather, from my…
He stops. He leaves the final word unsaid.
Teddy: But that's not what I'm saying. I had the chance to change my name. I had a shitty start, but I had my own agency. What I did was my own. And by the end, I gave up that. I gave up my decency, my integrity, my dedication to this art, I gave up everything I have - and I don't have anything to show for it.
There's a crippling silence, for a few moments, the kind of silence you only notice when everything felt so loud before it.
Teddy: I don't talk to any of the roster I was a part of. My name doesn't get mentioned in promos. The fans - the fans that used to jeer my name, who serenaded me after I was forced out of that company - they don't think about me. I gave up everything I ever had and I don't…
He takes a shallow breath, emotional, seeming to hold back tears as he rubs his temples. A man offers him a tissue box but he waves it aside. For as much pride as he has managed to put aside, he can't allow himself to cry in front of the only people he's ever been genuine to.
Teddy: I got an offer, recently. You guys know about it.
Teddy half-heartedly gestures at the camera and a couple of them glance back at it. Chaz, on the edge of frame, flexes a little bit when reminded a camera is watching him.
Teddy: I got an offer to come back to WiR. They're coming back, apparently, again. They've offered me a couple times, over the years, and I almost took it. I even said I would, once, before. Back when I still had the bookstore. And then I started training and I became what I was, again, and I gave up the bookstore, and I was so fucked up I couldn't even make it to the show, because I realized, in that ring…
He pauses and they're all listening. He hates that, because he knows why they're listening and why he's talking. Because the fire, suddenly, is there. It's there in his eyes. It's there in his voice. It's there in the way he sits in that chair, the knotting his hands do as he talks, but most of all it's there in the crowd, listening with rapt attention.
Teddy: There's the Teddy Coronado with the money, with the television show, with the betrayal and the burials, even the Teddy who dressed up like a dentist and said he hated bullies. They say I've been a lot of people, had a lot of gimmicks, but the trick is they're all the same one. They're all somebody who needs to have the whole world know that they're the best. But they're all masks. Facades. And when I got into that ring, lit by halogen lights, no one in the audience, no one facing me in that ring, no one there but me, I realized the truth.
The fire in his voice has burned away and, now, he speaks in ashes: harsh, more serious than he's ever been, and more painful. He is being true.
Teddy: I don't know what's beneath those masks. I don't. A part of me is terrified that there isn't anything there. That the shit I've done, to other people, to the industry as a whole, that's who I am. I've tried to find out who it is, out here. I tried to open a bookstore, I tried to become a trainer, I tried to get as far away from that ring as possible.
He stops, again. The crowd is fully drawn in, now, and a furrowed brow of concern on Spence's face breaks through the mask of supportiveness.
Teddy: But, when I got that email, that offer… I think I realized that there's only one way for me to figure that out-
Spence: Teddy…
Teddy turns his eyes to Spence, but there's a weariness to his eyes. He's already made up his mind. He made it up before he even entered this room, before he even entered the cameras in, before Spence even says the thing he knows he's about to say.
Spence: Teddy, I know what you're about to say. And I want to tell you in front of the group, because I know you don't want there to be secrets here. I've been lured that way. We all have, but you have to know that there is a risk to what you're about to say. Some people can recover, can re-enter that ring, Teddy, but some people can't.
There is a warmth in Spence's eyes that make you realize that this is not the same man that was a Golden State Star. Not anymore. But he knows that he can't change his mind.
Spence: This is in your hands, Teddy. It always is.
Teddy sits there, genuinely considering the words and then he smiles. Knows how absurd what he's about to say is. And then he speaks, just as resolute as before. No. More so.
Teddy: I know. But I hear it in me. I hear the roar of the crowd, with me or against me. I hear my opponent's music hit. I hear the bending of the mat, the straining of the ropes, the fight. I know that who I was in there was a monster. But I know that, if there's something of me left, beneath all of this, it's in there.
He stands up.
Teddy: This is what I'm choosing to do, Spence. I'm sorry.
Teddy walks out of the circle, across the hardwood floor, and steps out the door. The camera doesn't follow.
Javier (O.S.): Ladies and gentlemen, the Independent Champion, Diiiiiiiiick Dover!
We cut back to Knott's Berry Farm, where the crowd reacts in a mixed fashion to the announcement of Dick Dover. Prisoner of Society hits, and Dick Dover walks through the curtain with the Independent Championship over his shoulder.
Mann: The Independent Champion enters the building, he says he has an announcement to make.
Woodbridge: That’s right, Shay. We don’t know what it’s going to be, but when Dover walked into the venue this afternoon, he insisted on addressing the crowd.
Dover grabs a mic from Maurice Chondon ringside, then walks up the stairs, wipes his feet on the apron, and enters the ring. He then turns to face the crowd.
Dover: I know you all have a lot of thoughts about me, but let’s get one thing clear right now. There’s been a lot of time gone by since you last saw me. But don’t get me wrong, one thing wouldn’t have changed no matter how long we’ve been apart. I am still your Independent Champion.
Crowd: mix of boos and applause
Dover: But there have been changes. Changes in the world and changes with myself, and it’s time for me to share with you all some changes I’ve made. When WiR went on hiatus i-
Nitroglycerin hits as Joey McCarty storms out from behind the curtain holding a mic.
Crowd: Boooooooooo
McCarty: No no no no no no fuck this shit. I know what this is. I’m not stupid.
McCarty stomps down to the ring.
McCarty: Dick, you’ve talked all this talk about being a fighting champion, but I know a retirement announcement when I see one.
McCarty slides into the ring and pops up to his feet, pacing around Dover.
McCarty: and you must be out of your mind to think you can walk out of here title held high, to a cheering crowd, and go out as champion. You’re out of your goddamn mind.
Dover walks towards McCarty.
Dover: You don’t even-
McCarty: Save it, honestly. I came into this business as an outsider, and I was given the crash course. I don’t know where you learned this, it might have been in dogwater Florida, but it certainly wasn’t in Toronto.
Dover: Joey, you’ll shut the hell up if you know what’s good for you.
McCarty: What I was taught is that you always go out on your back. If you won’t do that, then I’ll do that for you.
Dover goes to talk, but McCarty slaps him.
McCarty: So what you’re going to do right now, is lie down, stare at the lights, and you can end your career the way you’re supposed to, and watch me coronate myself as a triple crown champion.
Dover: Interesting point Joey, counterpoint:
Dover hits McCarty with a spinning back elbow, sending him to the mat!
Dover: You don’t tell me what to fucking do. So here’s what we’re actually going to do, I’m going to show these people I am a fighting champion, we’re going to get a ref out here, and I’m going to whoop your ass
Crowd: YAYYYYY
Mann: HOLD ON A SECOND, DOVER. YOU DON’T GET TO PROMISE PEOPLE MATCHES, I MAKE THE MATCHES but that is a good idea so lets get a ref out here BECAUSE I SAID SO.
Crowd (a little more confused): YAYYY
Jeff Boone sprints out from backstage at full speed and dives headfirst under the rope into the ring.
Boone: ALRIGHTWEGOTAREGULARCHAMPIONSHIPMATCHONEFALLLET’SKEEPITCLEANBOYSNOCLOSEDKNUCKLESONPUNCHESNOHAIRPULLINGIWON’THAVEANYNONSENSEINTHISRINGYOUHEREMEOKRINGTHEBELL
The bell rings, leaving both men a little stunned at how quickly this match has started. Joey moves into action first, lurching for Dover, arms outstretched in a clear indication that Joey wants to initiate a classic “Test of Strength.” Dick Dover knocks away the hands and shoots for a double-leg takedown, sending Joey sprawling to the mat.
Mann: Wow, an incredibly technical start for Dover. Sometimes I think we forget home in depth his wrestling knowhow is.
Dick Dover is slowly overpowering Joey from underneath, when a glint shines in the Canadian’s eyes. A brutal knee to the face erupts from McCarty, slamming into Dover’s nose. Dover steps back, covering his damaged face. Blood begins to drip onto the mat.
Woodbridge: Wow, Dover is absolutely busted up!
Paisner: That’s the opportunistic streak of McCarty showing. Give him an inch, he’ll take a mile and sell you back the inch for triple it’s market value.
Dover shakes his head, trying to clear up the fog inflicted from Joey’s move. Before he gets a chance to recover, Joey is behind him, snaking his arms up to lock Dover in a full nelson. Dover is in a precarious position, but he digs his fingers into Joey’s eyes, cause the hold to release.
Woodbridge: A savvy veteran move, but is it legal?
Mann: Absolutely not. It seems like this ref is going to let them play on, for some reason. Very hands off.
Woodbridge: When you’ve got two fighters who will do whatever it takes to win, sometimes it’s best to just let them go at it. Anything less than that could give the other an unfair advantage.
Dover throws a couple quick strikes to McCarty’s midsection. Joey winces and bends over, giving Dick the opportunity to hit him with a Leg Drop Bulldog that pounds Joey into the mat!
Crowd: WOOOOAH!
Dover capitalizes on McCarty’s grounded position, dropping some falling elbows into the fallen man. But the third elbow doesn’t land cleanly, given Joey the opportunity to flip over and nail another knee into Dover, this time right on the side of his head.
Mann: Hard to imagine these headshots won’t have an effect on Dover if this match goes long.
A quick leap to his feet, and Joey finally has the position he wanted in the beginning, locking up Dover in a contested full collar tie. He gains the upper hand, and begins controlling Dover towards the corner. A grasp of Dover’s wounded head, and then suddenly McCarty is rubbing Dover’s face all over the ringpost!
Crowd: OOOF
But Dover isn’t one to take something like this without fighting back. A wild leg flail nails McCarty right in the gonads, sending him backwards in pain. The ref looks to step in, but then decides not to as Dover runs towards his and lands an uppercut into lariat combo that sends Joey back down to the ground. Dover attempts a cover!
1!
No!
Joey kicks out with relative ease, prompting Dover to consider more violence towards the grounded wrestler.
Mann: What could this devilish man be considering next?
Dover sits on McCarty.
Woodbridge: A chair!
A quick pivot from Dover, and suddenly Joey is up in the air, face in anguish from the inverted surfboard stretch.
Woodbridge: A painful chair!
Suddenly, a voice rings out from the crowd.
Random Fan: DOVER IS STILL LAME!
Dover, mildly irritated by the fan, releases the hold on Joey, sending the stretched out man to the mat. He gets up and aggressively points to the crowd in the direction of the mysterious fan.
Dover: Hey Asshole! You wanna see lame? I’ll show you lame!
Dover grabs Joey’s hair and becomes slamming punches into the downed man’s face.
Crowd: LAME DOVER LAME DOVER LAME DOVER
A frustrated Dover now releases the hold and turns his back on Joey, heading over to the ringpost. He begins to remove the cover. At this point, blood has completely covered his chest. Joey stirs and stands, sneaking up to behind Dover. A quick snatch and Joey has surprise rolled up Dover for a pin!
1!
2!
No!
Dover kicks out and gets back to his feet, but Joey is quicker and grabs Dover’s arm for an irish whip, sending him into the exposed ring post!* The hard metal digs into the small of Dover’s back and he reels in pain, back into Joey who snags his wrist, twisting it into a hold. Dover is up in the air and slammed back onto his neck as Joey lands a modified Fisherman Driver on the champion!
Crowd: OOOOOHHHHH!!!!
It’s Joey’s turn to batter the grounded Dover, repeatedly sending soccer kicks into his skull. The dull sound of bone against flesh carries through the arena in a way that makes most attendees uncomfortable. Joey lifts Dover to his feet, intending to whip him into the exposed ring post again, but Dover has seen this before. He counters with a reversal, sending McCarty into the ropes, McCarty rebounds and Dover SLAMS him into the mat with a teeth-rattling spinebuster!
Crowd: YAYYYYY
Mann: I’m not sure if Dover’s winning the crowd over or if they just enjoy seeing Joey get hurt, either way, Dover is red-hot!
Dover grabs McCarty, and goes into the set up for his Doverleaf! But before he can, a small figure pops up onto the apron.
Woodbridge: WOAH, WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!
Gigi appears holding a spray bottle and she sprays a fine clear mist right into Dover’s eyes and cackles maniacally!
Mann: What’s this?! It's Gigi! And she’s just assaulted Dover with some sort of liquid!
Dover drops McCarty and grabs at his eyes. Kaitlyn Casey Jones appears from the crowd, holding a sign that says “GAMER GIRL BATHWATER $279.69”, she hops the barricade and grabs a mic, laughing with Gigi. Jones pulls a card out of her pocket and starts reading it.
KCJ: Hey faaaans, if you’re looking to order some of the water that our favorite e-girl actually bathes in, it’s up on the website right now! Guaranteed to have touched Gigi’s skin, go to www.gigigamergirlgush.pizza for more details. Fuck you, Dick!”
Gigi: I wrote that last part.
McCarty clambers to his feet, confused. He notices Dover staggering, and launches himself into the air, connecting with a superman punch to the back of Dover’s skull.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO
Mann: BERTUZZI! DOVER’S OUT COLD
Woodbridge: I can’t believe this, Dover’s had the title stolen from him!
McCarty scrambles to cover Dover.
1
2
3-NO
Crowd: WOAAAAAH YAYYY
Mann: Dover kicked out!
Woodbridge: How!?!?
McCarty stumbles to the corner in disbelief, and collapses into a seated position onto the bottom turnbuckle, the crowd swells, and McCarty’s confounded expression turns to disbelief and then to anger, he pops to his feet and stomps towards Dover.
Woodbridge: What do either of these men have left in the bag?!
McCarty lifts Dover to his feet, cussing him out as he does. McCarty attempts his Bus Driver Uppercut, but Dover springs to life and catches him, and PLANTS him with a kneeling jawbreaker!
Mann: Cliffs of Dover!
Woodbridge: From the last of his energy!
Mann: Cover!
1
2
3
DING DING DING
Crowd: YAYYYYY!
Mann: Dover is still Independent Champion!
Before Javier can make the announcement, Gigi and KCJ hit the ring and attack Dover, as McCarty rolls out of the ring, jumping him and punching and kicking Dover while he’s down.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO
Woodbridge: What the hell is this?!
Mann: Gigi still thinks she’s owed a shot at the Independent Championship, she must have made some sort of deal with McCarty to get her match!
Woodbridge: And now that her plan is up in smoke, she’s taking it out on Dover!
Gigi and KCJ continue their assault, KCJ picks up the mic and is about to speak, but before she can, Adam Raised A Cain plays.
Crowd: YAYYYYYYYY
Woodbridge: Someone else with unfinished business, Mark Dutch!
Mark Dutch runs out, Joey McCarty is standing on the ramp, and Dutch shoulder checks him out of the way! Dutch then slides into the ring, and pulls KCJ off of Dover and out of the ring! Gigi scrambles out of the ring away from Dutch.
Mann: Last time we saw these two, they were at eachothers throats, but now Dutch comes to save Dover? What’s going on?
Woodbridge: Looks like there's still lots of unfinished business around these parts.
Mann: That’s enough of this.
Mann grabs a stick mic and attempts to stand on the commentary table, but it wobbles so he instead stands on his chair
Mann: When I brought this company back, it wasn’t for what it was, but what it can become, so I can’t have you three stinking up the joint with old beef, so let’s settle this at the next show. You three for the Independent Title. a brief pause to let that sink in
Crowd: WOOOOOOO
Mann sits back down with a grin on his face.
Mann: I like this “making matches live” thing
Woodbridge: Could stand to work on your crowd work though.
Mann: More WiR action, after this!
Dover, Dutch and Gigi staring eachother down as we fade out to commercial.
2023.06.02 04:26 Shot-Republic-8181 Me pidió tiempo y ya tiene a otro
Tenía una relación de 2 años con una compañera de institución los dos de aulas aparte ella consiguió unas amistades que la llevan por el mal camino y eso me afecto por que no me gustaba verla así el viernes 19 de mayo justo 6 días antes de mi cumpleaños me termino e ido al gym para superar pero hoy 1 de junio me enteré que ella ya tiene novio y que llevan más de un mes aunque yo y ella todavía hablabamos y planeamos vivir juntos al terminar el siclo Escolar los vi abrazados y besándose no se que pensar hable con ella y me dijo que era solo un amigo y que yo ví mal pero yo se lo que vi ella se terminó enojado con migo se que soy un tonto pero algún Consejo?.yo todavía la sigo amando a pesar de todo pero no se que pensar ella me pidió un tiempo y ahora sale con eso y hoy solo pienso en ella estoy mal que puedo hacer?
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2023.06.02 04:05 Impossible-Salt-4940 Is it actually possible to find an apartment under $1000/month?
Moving to LA and I am on a tight, tight budget. Looking to spend absolutely no more than $1000/month on a place, honestly preferably less. I know LA is expensive but that's all I can do right now. I have looked all over online, apartments.com, zillow, etc. and I havent found many places within that budget which I guess is somewhat expected, but the biggest thing is that the ones I have found just dont seem legit. I imagine on sites like those it would have to be legit, but I dont know maybe Im just skeptical. Anyone on the apartment hunt have any input on this? Is it possible to find a halfway decent place that isnt horrendous and illegitimate? Or do places with that low of a budget just not in the market with the way the economy is? I know this post seem a little odd and random but any help is super appreciated.
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2023.06.02 04:03 Pirate300 Me cagó la justicia de este país
Acabo de salir de estar detenido porque un trapito me golpeó el camión con el cual trabajo. Amenazaba con tirarle una piedra grande y me hacia señas, me acuerdo que me dijo que estuvo en cárcel y otras amenazas...
Cuestión lo importante del post para que todos lo tengan en cuenta: me llevaron detenido con el, separado con una policía en medio de nosotros (en el mismo móvil) y a la hora de hacer la denuncia me dijeron que el trapito había levantado una denuncia porque yo lo amenace y que me iban a pintar los dedos y tener retenido un rato, aparte de que aparentemente ahora tengo una causa menor por amenaza violencia o qsy. No lo puedo creer. El mismo policía mientras hacía esto me dijo que si o si están obligados a tomar la palabra del trapito o si no los denuncia por discriminación y pueden llegar a perder el cargo. Yo les pregunté que cómo podía ser posible si cuando llego el patrullero el trapito se echó a correr, que era ilógico con la forma en la que se presentaron los hechos (se fue una cuadra, lo tuve que correr para señalarselo al patrullero porque se escapaba). Es una locura. Es una locura. Dejé a mi hermano solo a la merced de los otros trapitos y ni siquiera me dejaron hablarle para decirle que estaba en la comisaría. Los otros trapitos vinieron a hablarle pero gracias a Dios mi hermano pudo hacerse el desentendido y no lo lastimaron. Cuando vuelvo al lugar donde pasaron las cosas, un patovica de mierda que se ve que conocía al trapito me amenaza y me dice que no venga a joder cana porque el lo conoce que "trabaja" en esa cuadra todos los días y que si venia la policia a hacerle quilombo al lugar (se ve que trabajaba de forma informal para el lugar, según me dijo otro empleado. Hermosa lavada de manos) el me iba a buscar "personalmente". Todavía ni revisé si siguen las cosas en el camión porque es un pickup caja abierta y si me llega a faltar algo me va a amargar como no les puedo ni nombrar. Me siento un terrible pelotudo. Ojalá no les toque ser víctimas en este país de mierda.
Edit: Si si, tengo un negocio acá pero esto ya me confirmó las ganas de irme. Definitivamente lo vendo por lo que me den y me voy. No existe policía, no existe justicia, no saben las cosas que me habló el policía. Gracias a Dios por fin tomé la decisión de irme.
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Cuestión lo importante del post para que todos lo tengan en cuenta: me llevaron detenido con el, separado con una policía en medio de nosotros (en el mismo móvil) y a la hora de hacer la denuncia me dijeron que el trapito había levantado una denuncia porque yo lo amenace y que me iban a pintar los dedos y tener retenido un rato, aparte de que aparentemente ahora tengo una causa menor por amenaza violencia o qsy. No lo puedo creer. El mismo policía mientras hacía esto me dijo que si o si están obligados a tomar la palabra del trapito o si no los denuncia por discriminación y pueden llegar a perder el cargo. Yo les pregunté que cómo podía ser posible si cuando llego el patrullero el trapito se echó a correr, que era ilógico con la forma en la que se presentaron los hechos (se fue una cuadra, lo tuve que correr para señalarselo al patrullero porque se escapaba). Es una locura. Es una locura. Dejé a mi hermano solo a la merced de los otros trapitos y ni siquiera me dejaron hablarle para decirle que estaba en la comisaría. Los otros trapitos vinieron a hablarle pero gracias a Dios mi hermano pudo hacerse el desentendido y no lo lastimaron. Cuando vuelvo al lugar donde pasaron las cosas, un patovica de mierda que se ve que conocía al trapito me amenaza y me dice que no venga a joder cana porque el lo conoce que "trabaja" en esa cuadra todos los días y que si venia la policia a hacerle quilombo al lugar (se ve que trabajaba de forma informal para el lugar, según me dijo otro empleado. Hermosa lavada de manos) el me iba a buscar "personalmente". Todavía ni revisé si siguen las cosas en el camión porque es un pickup caja abierta y si me llega a faltar algo me va a amargar como no les puedo ni nombrar. Me siento un terrible pelotudo. Ojalá no les toque ser víctimas en este país de mierda.
Edit: Si si, tengo un negocio acá pero esto ya me confirmó las ganas de irme. Definitivamente lo vendo por lo que me den y me voy. No existe policía, no existe justicia, no saben las cosas que me habló el policía. Gracias a Dios por fin tomé la decisión de irme.
2023.06.02 03:45 Enough_Perspective26 Es la historia de mi vida. Juzguenme
Mi historia comienza cuando tenia 3 años de edad. Mi madre se separo de mi padre porque en su relación mucha violencia. Ella se quedo sola con mis dos hermanas yo. Entro a trabajar a una tienda de autoservicio y conoció a un hombre (lo llamare G). Lo llevo a la casa donde vivíamos. Mi madre cambio mucho en esta relación y G hizo y deshizo en esta casa. Violo a mi hermana mayor a los 9 años y tenia relaciones sexuales con mi madre enfrente de mi y mis hermanas. Nos sacaban de la casa para coger y el nos maltrataba enfrente de mi madre. En una mañana, yo desperté (a los 3 años) y vi como mi madre llevaba a mis hermanas a la escuela. G estaba en casa. En el tiempo que tardo en regresar a casa, G me enseño su pene y dijo que si me gustaba. Regreso mi madre de la escuela e inmediatamente cogió con G. Al principio se taparon con las cobijas, pero después el las hizo a un lado y vi todo lo que hicieron. Mi madre se monto en el y yo me levante llorado de la cama y le pregunte que era lo que estaba haciendo (pensé que le estaba haciendo daño) y me dijo : lárgate de aquí. Recuerdo como lo llamaba “papito”, las frases: “ métemelo toda” “vamos a jugar” “mas, mas” ( todo esto tomara relevancia mas adelante). En fin, terminaron de coger. Había una vecina, S, que a veces bajaba a jugar conmigo. Un día bajo a jugar. Estaba mi hermana pero ella salió a lavar ropa y me dejo solo con S. Yo hice exactamente lo que vi días atrás: le dije que se quitara la ropa, yo me baje los pantalones y ella se monto por mi instrucción. Para esto yo cerré la puerta con llave. Mi hermana toco para que le abriera pero lo que hice es meterme debajo de la cama con S. Después de mucho insistir le abrí. Ahí comenzaron las amenazas de mis hermanas hacia mi (claro que solo me amenazaban sino iba por cosas a la tienda o x favor, eran unas niñas también después de todo). Pasando algunos meses mi madre se separó de G. Pero se juntó con F. De F no tengo ninguna escena. Según mi hermana mayor el sexo de mi madre con F era más hard porque hasta los vio teniendo sexo anal. Al par de meses nuevamente se separó de F y se caso con E. Con E hubo cierta estabilidad de mi madre y nosotros. Ahí es donde empieza mi actuar. A veces cuando amanecía e iba a la cama de mi madre y estaba con E. Ella me decía que me podía acostar a su lado pero yo notaba que hacia gestos extraños y tenia una leve sonrisa. Yo ya había olvidado lo de G. En una ocasión a los 10 años. E compro un tv nuevo con videojuegos incluidos y yo estaba feliz de la vida. Esa noche cenamos y al terminar E y mi madre se quedaron en la mesa. Mis hermanas y yo nos subimos a dormir a nuestra habitación. Yo note que esa noche mi madre se puso un vestido negro muy pequeño y encima chamarra de E. En fin, subieron después de 10 min a su habitación y cerraron la puerta. Para mi maldita mala suerte, sentí ganas de orinar y fui al baño. Todo estaba silencioso, pero en el baño empecé a escuchar ruidos extraños, pegué a la pared del baño una de mis orejas y se escucharon quejidos. Mi corazón empezó a latir fuerte y empecé a sentir agitación. Salí del baño y pegue de nuevo mi oreja a la puerta de la habitación de mi madre y la escuche decir: “mas papito” “métela hasta el fondo” “así, así”. En ese momento pensé “mi madre ya no me quiere” y rompí en llanto. Ella se percató de mis sollozos y abrió la puerta. Me dijo enojada que pasaba y de dije que qué estaba haciendo le dije que nada y me ordeno irme a dormir. Recuerdo que cuando salió se acomodó el vestido negro y no tenia bra. Desde ahí estaba obsesionado con espiarla cuando tenía sexo. La empecé a ver con otros ojos. Una noche dormí con ella (a un tenia 10 años). Durmió con el mismo vertido negro y recuerdo que la abrace para tener sus tetas en mi cara y pude tocar su culo. Me movía sutilmente para tocarla. Ella empezó a reír y se levanto de la cama y se dio un baño. Al salir del baño me dijo que me fuera de su habitación y me fui. Cuando salía del baño y me tocaba la cara con sud manos olía a vagina como si se masturbara. Otra noche, me las olía que tendrían sexo y me espere a que se metieran a su habitación. Los espié al otro lado de la puerta y ¡estaban cogiendo! Me armé de valor, abrí la puerta y prendí la luz. Esa es la única noche que me golpearon. Ese año tuve mi primera fantasía sexual. Empecé a imaginar a mi mama desnuda, que entraba a su habitación y la masturbaba. En ocasiones ella se ponía a llorar y yo la abrazaba para tocar su trasero. También en ocasiones me ponía ese vestido negro y me miraba en el espejo y me masturbaba aun sin tocar mi pene. Empezó mi pubertad y olvide completamente a mi madre y a lo que sucedió a los tres años. Mi manera de ser en esos años era ser tímido y retraído. Solo veía películas y pornografía para masturbarme. En una de esas películas porno, a pareció una escena donde la actriz montaba al otro e inmediatamente sentí de nuevo esa sensación desagradable en mi pecho, comencé a llorar y recordé todo lo de mi infancia. Encontré el porque sentía esa sensación. Fui a terapia psicológica y olvide de nuevo ese problema. A los 18 años mi hermana mayor me confeso que G la había violado y no sabia si que sentir, si le gustaban los hombres o las mujeres. A los 19 años entre a estudiar la universidad y a trabajar, a los dos meses me salí de la universidad y me quede solo con ese trabajo de mierda. Solo dure 6 meses y me salí. No hacía nada mi casa solo masturbarme y ver series o videos. Una noche estaba peleando con un imbécil por Messenger. Se entero que me estaba burlando de el. Yo estaba tomado (pero lucido). Enfurecí y lo bloquee. Inmediatamente se me ocurrió ingresar a al Facebook de mi madre y ver las conversaciones que tenia. Después de tantos años, ella tenia contacto con G adivinen de que hablaban? ¡de como cogían antes! De como se chupaba el pene mientras manejaba G. De como se tomaba su semen, como tenia sexo anal y como se iban a hoteles mientras nosotros estábamos solos. Enfurecí como nunca en mi vida y pensé “con que aun te gusta eso” me levante de mi cama, fui a la suya y le toque la vagina. Ella despertó y rápidamente me fui de ahí muy espantado de lo que acababa de hacer. No me hablo durante una semana y nunca se hablo del tema con nadie. Yo la seguí espiando por Facebook y ella seguía teniendo contacto con G y F. Aun esta casada con E. He tenido muchos problemas, por lo que hice. Estuve deprimido por mas de 10 años y las pocas relaciones con mujeres han sido desastrosas y jamás he tenido relaciones sexuales con ellas. Siento un culpa enorme por lo que hice y no me puedo quitar el trauma por los de años atrás. Estoy jodido, no tengo trabajo ni sigo estudiando. Soy jodido miserable. ¿Qué piensan de todo esto? Ya fui a terapia y solo se que me victimizo.
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2023.06.02 03:24 IridescentFallout09 ¿Alguien me ayuda a identificar esta estación?
 | En la tarde de hoy estaba caminando por la comuna de Providencia (iba saliendo de la estación de Los Leones, L6) en la siguiente dirección: Avenida Andrés Bello - Avenida Suecia submitted by IridescentFallout09 to chile [link] [comments] De pronto, vi esto: 2299 Av. Andrés Bello (No alcancé a tomarle foto, pero encontré esta imagen de Google Maps) Acá sale más de cerca Descubrí luego que era un pique de construcción de una estación de la futura Línea 7. Me llamo la atención que este cartel no tuviera el nombre de la estación (a diferencia de las demás, un ejemplo es el pique de Parque Araucano, en el cual se ve el nombre) Lo extraño viene aquí:
P.D: Marqué este post como "Ayuda", Puesto a que no sabía si ponerlo aquí o en el tag de "Ask". |
2023.06.02 02:32 Mochasister Streak 877: Vayan con Dios, muchachos
Hoy fue el último día de la escuela para los estudiantes. Por supuesto no hicimos nada. Los niños limpiaron sus mesas y recogieron papeles del piso. Comieron algunas botanas y miraron una película. Bueno, mejor dicho hablaron. Después de jugar y almorzar, llegó la hora de salida. Les di su tarjeta de calificaciones y se fueron.
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2023.06.02 01:58 Enough_Perspective26 Juzguenme
Mi historia comienza cuando tenia 3 años de edad. Mi madre se separo de mi padre porque en su relación mucha violencia. Ella se quedo sola con mis dos hermanas yo. Entro a trabajar a una tienda de autoservicio y conoció a un hombre (lo llamare G). Lo llevo a la casa donde vivíamos. Mi madre cambio mucho en esta relación y G hizo y deshizo en esta casa. Violo a mi hermana mayor a los 9 años y tenia relaciones sexuales con mi madre enfrente de mi y mis hermanas. Nos sacaban de la casa para coger y el nos maltrataba enfrente de mi madre. En una mañana, yo desperté (a los 3 años) y vi como mi madre llevaba a mis hermanas a la escuela. G estaba en casa. En el tiempo que tardo en regresar a casa, G me enseño su pene y dijo que si me gustaba. Regreso mi madre de la escuela e inmediatamente cogió con G. Al principio se taparon con las cobijas, pero después el las hizo a un lado y vi todo lo que hicieron. Mi madre se monto en el y yo me levante llorado de la cama y le pregunte que era lo que estaba haciendo (pensé que le estaba haciendo daño) y me dijo : lárgate de aquí. Recuerdo como lo llamaba “papito”, las frases: “ métemelo toda” “vamos a jugar” “mas, mas” ( todo esto tomara relevancia mas adelante). En fin, terminaron de coger. Había una vecina, S, que a veces bajaba a jugar conmigo. Un día bajo a jugar. Estaba mi hermana pero ella salió a lavar ropa y me dejo solo con S. Yo hice exactamente lo que vi días atrás: le dije que se quitara la ropa, yo me baje los pantalones y ella se monto por mi instrucción. Para esto yo cerré la puerta con llave. Mi hermana toco para que le abriera pero lo que hice es meterme debajo de la cama con S. Después de mucho insistir le abrí. Ahí comenzaron las amenazas de mis hermanas hacia mi (claro que solo me amenazaban sino iba por cosas a la tienda o x favor, eran unas niñas también después de todo). Pasando algunos meses mi madre se separó de G. Pero se juntó con F. De F no tengo ninguna escena. Según mi hermana mayor el sexo de mi madre con F era más hard porque hasta los vio teniendo sexo anal. Al par de meses nuevamente se separó de F y se caso con E. Con E hubo cierta estabilidad de mi madre y nosotros. Ahí es donde empieza mi actuar. A veces cuando amanecía e iba a la cama de mi madre y estaba con E. Ella me decía que me podía acostar a su lado pero yo notaba que hacia gestos extraños y tenia una leve sonrisa. Yo ya había olvidado lo de G. En una ocasión a los 10 años. E compro un tv nuevo con videojuegos incluidos y yo estaba feliz de la vida. Esa noche cenamos y al terminar E y mi madre se quedaron en la mesa. Mis hermanas y yo nos subimos a dormir a nuestra habitación. Yo note que esa noche mi madre se puso un vestido negro muy pequeño y encima chamarra de E. En fin, subieron después de 10 min a su habitación y cerraron la puerta. Para mi maldita mala suerte, sentí ganas de orinar y fui al baño. Todo estaba silencioso, pero en el baño empecé a escuchar ruidos extraños, pegué a la pared del baño una de mis orejas y se escucharon quejidos. Mi corazón empezó a latir fuerte y empecé a sentir agitación. Salí del baño y pegue de nuevo mi oreja a la puerta de la habitación de mi madre y la escuche decir: “mas papito” “métela hasta el fondo” “así, así”. En ese momento pensé “mi madre ya no me quiere” y rompí en llanto. Ella se percató de mis sollozos y abrió la puerta. Me dijo enojada que pasaba y de dije que qué estaba haciendo le dije que nada y me ordeno irme a dormir. Recuerdo que cuando salió se acomodó el vestido negro y no tenia bra. Desde ahí estaba obsesionado con espiarla cuando tenía sexo. La empecé a ver con otros ojos. Una noche dormí con ella (a un tenia 10 años). Durmió con el mismo vertido negro y recuerdo que la abrace para tener sus tetas en mi cara y pude tocar su culo. Me movía sutilmente para tocarla. Ella empezó a reír y se levanto de la cama y se dio un baño. Al salir del baño me dijo que me fuera de su habitación y me fui. Cuando salía del baño y me tocaba la cara con sud manos olía a vagina como si se masturbara. Otra noche, me las olía que tendrían sexo y me espere a que se metieran a su habitación. Los espié al otro lado de la puerta y ¡estaban cogiendo! Me armé de valor, abrí la puerta y prendí la luz. Esa es la única noche que me golpearon. Ese año tuve mi primera fantasía sexual. Empecé a imaginar a mi mama desnuda, que entraba a su habitación y la masturbaba. En ocasiones ella se ponía a llorar y yo la abrazaba para tocar su trasero. También en ocasiones me ponía ese vestido negro y me miraba en el espejo y me masturbaba aun sin tocar mi pene. Empezó mi pubertad y olvide completamente a mi madre y a lo que sucedió a los tres años. Mi manera de ser en esos años era ser tímido y retraído. Solo veía películas y pornografía para masturbarme. En una de esas películas porno, a pareció una escena donde la actriz montaba al otro e inmediatamente sentí de nuevo esa sensación desagradable en mi pecho, comencé a llorar y recordé todo lo de mi infancia. Encontré el porque sentía esa sensación. Fui a terapia psicológica y olvide de nuevo ese problema. A los 18 años mi hermana mayor me confeso que G la había violado y no sabia si que sentir, si le gustaban los hombres o las mujeres. A los 19 años entre a estudiar la universidad y a trabajar, a los dos meses me salí de la universidad y me quede solo con ese trabajo de mierda. Solo dure 6 meses y me salí. No hacía nada mi casa solo masturbarme y ver series o videos. Una noche estaba peleando con un imbécil por Messenger. Se entero que me estaba burlando de el. Yo estaba tomado (pero lucido). Enfurecí y lo bloquee. Inmediatamente se me ocurrió ingresar a al Facebook de mi madre y ver las conversaciones que tenia. Después de tantos años, ella tenia contacto con G adivinen de que hablaban? ¡de como cogían antes! De como se chupaba el pene mientras manejaba G. De como se tomaba su semen, como tenia sexo anal y como se iban a hoteles mientras nosotros estábamos solos. Enfurecí como nunca en mi vida y pensé “con que aun te gusta eso” me levante de mi cama, fui a la suya y le toque la vagina. Ella despertó y rápidamente me fui de ahí muy espantado de lo que acababa de hacer. No me hablo durante una semana y nunca se hablo del tema con nadie. Yo la seguí espiando por Facebook y ella seguía teniendo contacto con G y F. Aun esta casada con E. He tenido muchos problemas, por lo que hice. Estuve deprimido por mas de 10 años y las pocas relaciones con mujeres han sido desastrosas y jamás he tenido relaciones sexuales con ellas. Siento un culpa enorme por lo que hice y no me puedo quitar el trauma por los de años atrás. Estoy jodido, no tengo trabajo ni sigo estudiando. Soy jodido miserable. ¿Qué piensan de todo esto? Ya fui a terapia y solo se que me victimizo.
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