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9/28-PCW Extreme Political TV

Political Championship Wrestling Extreme Political TV PCW Arena Washington, DC Saturday September 28th, 2024

Announcers: ‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave AGE: 50 / HT: 5’ 11” WT: 195 HOME: Philadelphia, PA HAIR: Brown / STYLE: Like Ronnie Dunn / FACE: Goatee DRESS: Brown suit without tie

Colleen Crowder ‘Low Level New York Times Reporter Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ AGE: 38 / HT: 5’ 5” WT: 142 HOME: New York City, NY HAIR: Black / STYLE: Curly / FACE: Narrow face with rounded jaw, turned-up nose, faint freckles, and thin lips. Bulging blue eyes, thin eyebrows. DRESS: Black pants suit

PCW Champion: Charlie Blackwell (American Heartland) Since 2/10/2024 PCW Women’s Champion: Catherine Cline (Independent) Since 9/21/2024 PCW World Television Champion: Starz N. Stripes and ‘The One-Man Anti-Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism (Since 3/3/2024)

Opening The PCW Arena erupted in a deafening roar, the air thick with the smell of sweat and anticipation. Fists pumped in unison as the crowd chanted “PCW! PCW! PCW!” The energy was electric, palpable, like a powder keg ready to blow.

In the center of the ring stood Johnny Suave, the self-proclaimed “Voice of PCW,” his perfectly slicked-back hair catching the glint of the spotlight. Beside him stood Colleen Crowder of the New York Times, her sharp eyes scanning the audience for any signs of controversy.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Suave’s voice boomed, shaking the rafters. “Welcome to another explosive episode of PCW’s Extreme Political TV!” The crowd roared in approval, their excitement reaching a fever pitch.

“Last week,” Suave continued, his voice rising above the din, “we witnessed history as Catherine Cline shocked the world and claimed the coveted title!”

Crowder shifted uncomfortably beside him, her press badge dangling from her neck like a scarlet letter. Her lips pursed as she spoke up. “Shocked is right, Johnny. Some might say it was a bit… premature.”

Suave’s eyebrow arched in challenge. “Premature? The people have spoken, Colleen. Cline earned that victory fair and square.”

“Fair?” Crowder scoffed, her eyes narrowing in disapproval. “It was Kathryn Randall Collins’ time. Cline should have waited her turn, paid her dues like the rest of us.”

“Paid her dues?” Suave’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Last I checked, this was PCW, not a union meeting. The best wrestler wins, period.”

Not one to back down, Crowder interjected with a sly smile on her face. “Let’s take a look at what happened earlier tonight,” she gestured to the giant screen above the ring.

The footage rolled, revealing Catherine Cline arriving at the arena. The fans swarmed her like bees drawn to honey, their smartphones raised high in hopes of capturing a selfie with the rising star. Cline, all smiles and grace, signed autographs and posed with young girls who looked up at her with stars in their eyes.

Suave’s pride was evident as he watched the scene unfold. “Look at that, Colleen. A true champion of the people.”

But Crowder simply rolled her eyes. “Oh please, it’s all just a show,” she scoffed, not buying into the hype surrounding Cline’s rise to fame.

A figure appeared out of nowhere and blindsided her. It was Collins, launching a vicious attack from behind. Gasps and screams filled the arena as Collins slammed Cline into the barricade, the sickening thud of flesh on steel echoing through the stands. The crowd’s shock quickly turned to outrage as they watched their beloved champion being mercilessly beaten by her challenger.

“My God!” Suave shouted into his microphone. “A cowardly ambush by Collins!”

The footage continues, showing Collins stomping away at the fallen Cline. The crowd’s shock turns to outrage, boos raining down as Hillary Clinton emerges, a smug grin on her face.

“You see?” Clinton’s voice crackles through the speakers. “This is what happens when you support these… these deplorables.” She gestures to the stunned fans. “They need to be deprogrammed, reeducated to see the truth.”

Suddenly, Sarah Mae Smith, the “American Girl,” charges into frame, tackling Collins to the ground. Clinton’s smug grin quickly turned to fear as she scrambled away, PCW security rushing in to restore order.

In the commentary booth, Suave’s face was flushed with anger. “Absolutely disgraceful! An unprovoked attack on our champion!”

Crowder, on the other hand, took a more nonchalant approach. “What did Cline expect, Johnny? She came out of nowhere, jumped the line. Actions have consequences.”

“Consequences?” Suave’s voice rose with indignation. “This isn’t some backroom political deal, Colleen. This is PCW. You earn your titles and Catherine Cline did exactly that last week.”

“Cut the melodrama,” Crowder scoffed. “You’re just happy your golden girl got the spotlight while Kathryn Randall Collins suffered.”

“Screw your narrative,” Suave shot back.” “You just jealous because the people love Catherine Cline.”

“What the people think is irrelevant,” Crowder insisted. “We the media determine the narrative and what people should care about.”

Suave had enough of it. “Yeah, right. Let’s move on.”

MATCH #1-NON-TITLE: PCW Tag Team Champions Starz N. Stripes and the ‘One Man Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism vs. The Green World Order The video screen flickered to life, replaying the moment American Patriots’ Starz N. Stripes and Stone Chism clinched the PCW Tag Team titles.

“First, Starz N. Stripes eliminated their opponents tonight- The Green World Order- during the four-way elimination match,” explained Suave.

(3/3-PCW Extreme Political TV-PCW Tag Team Title Match) “Starz is locking it in! He’s looking to make GreenPete tap out faster than a politician changes their stance!” Suave roared as Colleen Crowder shook her head, clearly not appreciating the analogy.

“Oh shut up, Johnny.”

On the apron, Brock Cole Lee, ever the activist, attempted to intervene. But Chism was there, yanking Lee down. The crowd erupted as GreenPete’s resistance finally crumbled, tapping out to the unrelenting pressure.

“GreenPete has tapped! The Green World Order is eliminated! We’re down to two teams!” Suave declared.

ELIMINATED: The Green World Order (Progressive Alliance)

Suave narrated further, “Then it come down to Starz and Chism versus The SEC.”

(3/3-PCW Extreme Political TV-PCW Tag Team Title Match) Down to the final two- Starz N. Stripes and ‘The One-Man Anti-Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism… The Sports Entertainment Corporation-Gator Bates and The Alabama Kid

Starz planted Bates with a DDT before synching in the American Stars and Fujiwara Arm Bar, wrenching back with the determination of a determined incumbent. Chism, not to be outdone, delivered another low blow to The Alabama Kid, ensuring his partner could maintain the hold.

“Desperation moves by Chism! But hey, all’s fair in love, war, and politics… I mean wrestling!” Suave quipped as the crowd watched with rapt attention.

Bates had no choice but to tag out, his will sapped by Starz’s relentless grip.

“Starz N. Stripes and Stone Chism have done it! They’ve climbed to the top of the PCW mountain!” Suave declared, while Colleen Crowder’s expression soured further, her disappointment palpable.

“Sure, they won, but at what cost? And with what tactics?” she muttered, embodying the skepticism and critique often levied in political circles.

Johnny Suave’s voice crackled with excitement, “And that, folks, was the moment our current champs shocked the world!”

Colleen Crowder scoffed, “Shocked? More like cheated their way to—”

“Save it, Colleen,” Suave cut her off. “Here comes the Green World Order now!”

A wave of boos cascaded through the arena as the GWO’s valet, Peta, strutted down the ramp. Her PETA shirt was strategically ripped to show more skin than fur. Behind her, GreenPete lumbered along, his muscles rippling beneath a layer of green body paint. ‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee followed, looking gaunt and pale, while PeaceNick brought up the rear, his dreadlocks swaying as he chanted, “No violence, just peace!”

Lee snatched the mic, his sunken eyes gleaming. “We’re changing everything!” he rasped. “Starting with your diets, you capitalist pigs!”

Peta zeroed in on a fan in the front row, “You! With the double cheeseburger! How dare you murder innocent animals for your gluttony!”

The fan, caught mid-bite, flipped her the bird.

Suave chuckled, “Looks like the GWO’s recruiting tactics need work.”

“They’re spreading awareness,” Crowder insisted. “It’s not their fault if—”

The opening riffs of Toby Keith’s “Courtesy of the Red White and Blue” drowned her out as Starz N. Stripes burst onto the stage, Old Glory draped across his shoulders. Stone Chism followed, his muscular frame a stark contrast to the Hollywood elites he despised.

“I hate this song,” grumbled Colleen. “It’s so jingoistic.”

“And here come our champs!” Suave roared. “Starz N. Stripes, the embodiment of American values, and Stone Chism, the man who turned his back on Tinseltown!”

Crowder rolled her eyes, “Please. Everyone knows the GWO is going to win. It’s the accepted narrative.”

“Is that so?” Suave retorted. “Last I checked, this was pro wrestling, not your newsroom, Colleen. Anything can happen.”

As the referee signaled for the bell, Suave added, “And remember, folks, this is a non-title match. But you can bet both teams will be fighting like their political futures depend on it!”

The bell rang, and chaos erupted in the ring.

The ring explodes with a flurry of motion as Stone Chism barrels through his opponents like a freight train. GreenPete and Brock Cole Lee crumple to the mat, victims of Chism’s thunderous double clothesline.

“By God, Chism’s on a rampage!” Johnny Suave exclaims, his voice crackling with excitement.

Colleen Crowder sniffs disdainfully. “Typical conservative brutality. The Green World Order represents a more evolved form of competition.”

Chism backs Lee into the corner, unleashing a barrage of lariats that leave the vegan wrestler gasping for air. The two trade right hands, each blow echoing through the arena.

“These men are engaged in a good old-fashioned slugfest!” Suave shouts.

GreenPete, recovering his wits, flips both men the bird. “That’s mature,” Suave remarks sarcastically.

“Freedom of expression,” Crowder retorts.

In a burst of athleticism, Lee attempts an enziguri on Chism. The Anti-Hollywood star ducks, and Lee’s foot connects squarely with GreenPete’s jaw.

“Friendly fire!” Suave crows. “The Green World Order is imploding!”

Chism, seizing the moment, tags in Starz N. Stripes. The patriotic powerhouse launches himself over the top rope, crashing into PeaceNick and Peta from PETA at ringside.

“A blatant attack on peaceful protestors!” Crowder protests.

Suave retorts, “They’re at a wrestling match, not a hippie drum circle!”

Starz slides back into the ring, wielding a steel chair like a weapon of mass destruction. He cracks it across GreenPete’s skull with a sickening thud.

“That’s assault with a deadly weapon!” Crowder shrieks.

“That’s professional wrestling!” Suave fires back.

Lee charges in, his shoulder connecting with Starz’s midsection. The vegan wrestler follows up with rapid-fire chops in the corner, each strike punctuated by a primal yell.

“The Green World Order is slowing the pace,” Suave observes. “They can’t keep up with the American Patriots’ intensity!”

Chism tags back in, leaping from the top rope with a devastating double axe handle to Lee’s cranium. All four men are now in the ring, chaos reigning supreme.

“This is anarchy!” Crowder exclaims. “Where’s the referee?”

“Probably grabbing a hot dog,” Suave quips. “Extra mustard, hold the soy.”

Starz raises the chair again, this time connecting with Lee’s skull. GreenPete, seeing his partner in peril, snatches the chair and drives a low blow into Starz’s groin.

“Now that’s what I call green energy!” Crowder cheers.

Chism grabs GreenPete, setting up for his patented Anti-Hollywood Blockbuster. But before he can execute the move, Peta from PETA slides into the ring and delivers a devastating low blow to Chism.

“That’s a foul!” Suave roars. “Where’s security?”

Starz, enraged, grabs Peta and unceremoniously tosses her through the ropes. He follows up by heaving GreenPete over the top rope, sending both crashing to the floor.

“The American Patriots are dismantling the Green World Order!” Suave exclaims.

Crowder, her voice dripping with disdain, retorts, “This isn’t over. The narrative always prevails in the end.”

As the chaos in the ring reaches a fever pitch, the arena suddenly goes dark. A spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp, revealing Neal Conn standing there, his face a mask of righteous indignation.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Conn’s voice booms through the arena, “it’s time we address the elephant in the room – or should I say, the donkey?”

Starz and Chism, momentarily distracted, turn their attention to the stage.

“You two,” Conn points accusingly, “are being led astray by the siren song of populism. Donald Trump is steering you down a path of isolationism and ignorance!”

The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos, the arena seemingly split down the middle.

“What we need,” Conn continues, his voice rising, “is a return to American exceptionalism! We must be the world’s policeman, the indispensable nation!”

Suave, incredulous, turns to his co-commentator. “Is he seriously advocating for more foreign interventions?”

Crowder nods approvingly. “It’s about time someone spoke truth to power. The narrative demands it!”

Back in the ring, Starz and Chism exchange confused glances. Conn, sensing their hesitation, goes for the jugular.

“Gentlemen, it’s time to face facts. Darth Dick Cheney himself has endorsed Kamala Harris for PCW CEO. If that doesn’t convince you, what will?”

The mention of Cheney’s name sends shockwaves through the crowd. Starz, his face a mixture of disgust and disbelief, grabs a microphone.

“You want us to support Kamala Harris? The same Kamala who-”

Before Starz can finish his thought, Lee and GreenPete capitalize on the distraction. They attack from behind, GreenPete grabbing Starz in a full nelson while Lee lines up for a devastating kick.

“Look out!” Suave yells, but it’s too late.

GreenPete, with surprising strength, lifts Starz and powerbombs him across Lee’s knee. The crowd gasps in unison.

“That’s what I call green energy!” Crowder exclaims gleefully.

Lee, not content with mere brutality, scales the turnbuckle. GreenPete pulls Starz up and Lee sets him up on the top turnbuckle. With grace belying his vegan lifestyle, he executes a perfect Springboard Canadian Destroyer on the dazed Starz.

Chism, enraged, charges in with a roaring lariat, but GreenPete ducks, sending the big man tumbling over the top rope.

In a flash, Lee locks Starz in a crucifix pin. The referee, seemingly materializing from thin air, slides into position.

“One!” The crowd counts along.

“Two!” The blue seats erupt in anticipation.

“Three!” The bell rings, and half the arena explodes in cheers.

“I told you so!” Crowder gloats, practically dancing in her seat. “The narrative always wins!”

Suave, visibly deflated, concedes, “The Green World Order may have won the match, but they didn’t win the titles. This isn’t over.”

As if on cue, the ‘Blue State Elitist’ Charles Robinson-Richards… leader of the Progressive Alliance saunters down to ringside, a smug grin plastered across his face.

“After that stellar performance,” he drawls into a microphone, “it’s clear the Green World Order deserves a title shot. The people demand it!”

Before the GWO can celebrate, the familiar entrance music of PCW Owner Dawn McGill cuts through the arena. She strides confidently to the ring, resplendent in a form-fitting emerald green blazer and matching pencil skirt, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.

“Not so fast,” Dawn declares, her voice a mix of authority and exasperation. “I make the matches around here, and I’ve got something special in mind.”

She pauses for dramatic effect, the entire arena hanging on her every word.

“At November’s PCW Extreme Election Night 2024, it’ll be The American Patriots defending their titles against The Green World Order in a no-holds-barred, winner-takes-all extravaganza!”

The crowd erupts, a cacophony of cheers and boos filling the arena as Dawn’s announcement sinks in.

Commercial Break *KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK*

A woman walked to the front door of her house. The door swung open, Mike Johnson and Mitch McConnell, decked out in their finest American Patriot Leader cosplay – red ties tight as nooses around their necks.

“Good evening, Johnson began, his Southern drawl thick as molasses in December. “We’re here to offer you a golden opportunity.”

“Golden opportunity, you say?” She raised an impeccably arched brow… the very picture of feigned curiosity.

“Indeed,” Mitch chimed in, face earnest, mustache. “You should come home…to the Republican Party.”

Mike adopted a preacher’s fervor. “That’s right. The Republican Party is the party of Abraham Lincoln. It’s the perfect place for you to be.”

“Well, as much as that sounds intriguing…” the woman began, “…and it does…I think I’m going to pass.”

“I see, you want us to sweeten the deal,” he said, hand slicing through the air as though it could cut a side of beef. Okay, we can throw in advocating lower taxes without demanding reduced spending,” Mike declared, his voice carrying the oily charm of a used car salesman peddling a lemon. “Laissez-faire regulations that favor corporations, health care and wages that again favor big business at the expense of ordinary workers.”

Mitch chimed in, his drawl thick as molasses, “Let’s not forget big business trickle-down economic policies that also favor large employers and leave middle America behind.”

“Guys, that’s a really bad deal,” she said, her tone flat, like a teacher explaining gravity to a room full of kindergarteners moonwalking in defiance of it.

“Ooooh…we’ve got a negotiator here,” Mike said, his grin stretching like he’d just struck oil in his backyard.

“Um no. I’m not negotiating,” the woman retorted, crossing her arms, her posture unyielding as a barricade at a protest rally.

But yet, the negotiating began.

“Okay—and I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Mitch began, leaning forward, his face earnest as a boy scout pledging an oath he intended to break, “we’ll even throw in a half-assed promise to root out deep state bureaucrats and keep out activist judges who undermine legislate from the bench and thwart the will of the people…”

“…while maintaining the status quo for the Washington D.C. beltway elites to continue to prosper while middle America withers on the vine like they have for the past 25 years,” Mike concluded, nodding gravely as though he’d just offered her the keys to Fort Knox instead of a ticking time bomb.

“That’s our final offer,” McConnell said, his tone suggesting he’d laid down a royal flush when all he had was a pair of twos.

At that moment, the woman’s cell phone cut through the stale air, its ringtone a brash country riff that made both men jump. “Um, no. If you’ll excuse me,” she said, plucking the phone from her desk with the urgency of a surgeon answering a Code Blue. She slammed the door behind her, leaving a silence that hung heavy and uncomfortable.

“Ah, the old pretend an emergency has come up and shut the door in our face trick!” Mike scoffed, bitterness seeping into his voice like whiskey through a cracked glass. He muttered, more to himself than to McConnell, a desperate hope clinging to his words like rust to iron, “She’ll come back. They always do. Right, Mitch?…… Mitch?”

Professor McCarthy Arrives The arena lights dimmed, and a confident figure in a tweed jacket and horn-rimmed glasses strode down the ramp with purpose. Accompanied by an eclectic group of followers, he exuded an air of self-righteousness that was palpable even from a distance. The man, known as Professor McCarthy, climbed into the ring with his acolytes forming a protective circle around him.

“Behold, the unenlightened masses!” McCarthy boomed into the microphone, gesturing dramatically at the crowd. “You deplorables in flyover country, it’s time to listen to your intellectual superiors!”

A wave of boos erupted from most of the arena, but pockets of blue-clad fans cheered enthusiastically. McCarthy held aloft a leather-bound tome, its gold-embossed cover glinting under the lights.

“This book contains the only correct thoughts and beliefs,” he proclaimed. “Either conform to our Progressive agenda or be silenced!”

The jeers intensified as McCarthy’s face reddened with indignation. ‘How dare they question my wisdom,’ he fumed internally. ‘I’ll show them the error of their ways.’

“I demand Kathryn Randall Collins get the first title shot against Catherine Cline!” he shouted, spittle flying from his lips.

The chorus of boos grew louder, drowning out the smattering of applause from the blue seats. McCarthy’s nostrils flared as he struggled to maintain composure.

Suddenly, the video screen flickered to life, revealing a raucous tailgate party outside the arena. The camera zoomed in on a group of rowdy individuals lounging around a smoking grill with beers in hand and grins on their faces – it was none other than The Vice Squad.

“Hey Professor Buzzkill!” General DeBauchery called out, waving a bottle. “How about you let people think for themselves?”

McCarthy sputtered incoherently as the crowd roared its approval. DeBauchery continued, “By the way, we love Catherine Cline. And did you hear Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg’s going libertarian now?”

“Blasphemy!” McCarthy shrieked, wildly waving his book in the air. “The good book forbids such dangerous independent thought!”

The camera slowly zoomed out from McCarthy’s enraged face, capturing the chaos that had erupted in the arena.

As the tension rose, the giant screen behind them suddenly cut to a rustic Main Street backdrop. Four figures stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their faces etched with determination. They were Mike the Mechanic, Farmer John Deer, Ken Worth the American Trucker, and Sarah Mae Smith the ‘American Girl’.

Mike stepped forward, his coveralls stained with grease. “Folks, we’re the backbone of America, and we’re hurting.” Farmer John nodded in agreement, gripping his wrench tightly. “Four years ago, they promised us prosperity. Instead, we got higher prices and lower wages.”

Ken adjusted his cap and added, “Our rigs are idling, and our wallets are empty. Something had to give.”

Sarah Mae locked eyes with the camera, her gaze fierce. “We’re not asking for handouts. We’re demanding a fair shot at the American Dream.”

As one, they declared in unison, “It was time for real change!”

In the ring, Professor McCarthy’s face contorted with rage. He raised his ‘good book’ high above his head and screamed, “Heretics! Deplorables! How dare you question the narrative!” He turned to his Flock of loyal followers, jabbing a finger at the screen. “Shout them down! Silence these dissenting voices!”

But as the Flock opened their mouths to unleash a cacophony of disapproval, their voices faltered and confusion spread across their faces. McCarthy’s eyes bulged in disbelief. He tapped his ear, realizing that the microphones had been cut. His face turned an alarming shade of purple as he silently screamed, veins bulging in his neck.

Just then, a suave and confident voice cut through the chaos. “Yeah, it kind of sucks when someone prevents you from expressing your opinion, doesn’t it?” The camera panned to reveal Suave, a charismatic figure who stood calmly amidst the chaos.

The Flock looked on in shock as Suave coolly shrugged his shoulders and smirked. McCarthy’s red-faced rage only intensified as he realized he had lost control of the situation.

Commercial Break The same woman from before answered a knock on her door. This time, it was Hakeem Jeffries from New York and Chuck Schumer, with his thick New York accent, leaders of the Progressive Alliance.

“There she is!” Hakeem exclaimed in a falsely upbeat tone. “We’ve been searching for you.”

She forced a polite smile. “What can I do for you?”

“We knew that the Republicans might be stopping by tonight to try and sway you towards joining the Red Brand,” Hakeem stated confidently.

Chuck chimed in, “We wanted to present you with an opportunity… make you a better offer.”

Sighing, the woman replied, “Let me guess, an offer I can’t refuse?”

“Exactly,” Hakeem confirmed with a smug grin. “It’s time for you to come home…to the Democratic Party.”

Yes,” Chuck continued eagerly. “The Democrats represents the underdogs, and our brand is perfect for them.”

“Okay,” the woman replied half-heartedly. “As tempting as that sounds, I think I’ll pass.”

Hakeem’s smarmy smile faltered slightly. “I see. You want us to sweeten the deal,” he said, making a hand gesture that was supposed to represent adding something extra. His voice boomed, his words hitting like a sledgehammer. “We can throw in higher taxes, excessive regulations, artificial solutions to health care and wage stagnation-”

The woman shifted uncomfortably on her feet, her eyebrows raised in skepticism.

“Artificial solutions?” she questioned, her tone sharp.

Chuck leaned forward eagerly, eager to add his two cents. “Big government trickle-down economic mandates versus doing the hard work to formulate concrete long-term solutions and promoting policies that create organic growth.”

She let out an exasperated sigh. “Guys, that’s a bad deal.”

But Hakeem just grinned, clearly enjoying the verbal sparring. “Ooooh…we’ve got a haggler here,” he taunted.

“Yes we do,” agreed Chuck with a chuckle.

The woman shook her head. “Um no. I’m not haggling.”

But despite her protests, the haggling commenced.

“Okay…and I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Chuck began. “…we’ll even throw in political correctness…”

“…deep state bureaucrats and activist judges undermining the will of the people and making law from the bench…” interjected Hakeem.

“…and maintaining the status quo for the Washington D.C. beltway elites to continue to prosper while middle America withers on the vine as they have for the last 25 years,” finished Chuck triumphantly.

“Really?” the woman replied with faux excitement.

“And last but not least…” Hakeem declared, pausing for dramatic effect before continuing. Suddenly, Barack Obama appeared, a smug grin on his face.

“And I’ll be the first one to welcome all of the bitter clingers to the Democrats!” Obama announced, clearly relishing in the chaos.

“That’s our best offer,” Chuck declared with a satisfied smirk.

Dawn pretended to mull it over for a nanosecond before turning away abruptly. “Um, no. If you’ll excuse me.” With that, she quickly made her escape, sprinting down the sidewalk toward her parked car in the driveway.

“Oh…it’s the run away trick,” Hakeem mocked from behind her.

But she didn’t look back. The woman got into her car and sped out of there.

Preview of Next Week’s Extreme Political TV Back at the announcer’s table, Johnny Suave turned to his co-host Colleen Crowder with a sly grin. The bright lights bouncing off his slicked-back hair only added to the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, well, well, Colleen. It seemed we had quite the heated battle brewing for Tuesday’s big match.”

Colleen adjusted her designer blazer and straightened her posture, ready to deliver her analysis with precision. “Absolutely, Johnny. All eyes were on Tim Walz as he went head-to-head with J.D. Vance for the coveted PCW Aide de Camp position. And let’s not forget the momentum Walz gained after his recent appearance at the Minnesota-Michigan game. Electric didn’t even begin to describe it.”

Suave raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Oh? And I suppose you missed the absolute frenzy when Donald Trump made a surprise appearance at the Georgia-Alabama game?”

“Please,” Colleen scoffed. “A few rabid fans in face paint didn’t hold a candle to real enthusiasm fueled by political passion.”

“I think our viewers might have something to say about that,” Suave countered playfully. “But they got to decide for themselves come Tuesday night, live on PCW Extreme Political TV – Walz versus Vance for the ultimate spotlight in politics!”

As the two continued their spirited debate, the camera took in the scene around them. The arena was buzzing with energy as fans roared from their seats, already picking sides for the upcoming clash of political titans. Signs and banners claiming allegiance to either Walz or Vance could be seen waving fervently in the air. This was not just a wrestling match – it was a showdown between politicians fighting for power and influence in the political world.

MAIN EVENT-NON-TITLE: PCW Champion Charlie Blackwell (American Heartland Coalition) vs. ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels (Progressive Alliance) The blinding spotlight illuminated ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels, strutting down the aisle with a smug grin plastered on his chiseled face. Behind him, a posse of Hollywood elites trailed like sycophantic puppies, eager to bask in his glory.

As he reached the ring, Daniels grabbed the microphone and his voice dripped with condescension. “Oh, Charlie Blackwell! You simple, unrefined brute. I’m clearly the superior specimen – in looks, talent, and moral virtue. Why don’t you bring that shiny PCW Championship out here so I can show everyone how it should really be worn?”

But before Daniels could finish his taunt, Blackwell’s music erupted through the arena like a thunderclap. The crowd went wild as he charged towards the ring, title belt in hand.

With a powerful leap, Blackwell dove under the ropes and faced off against Daniels. Fists flew as he unleashed his fury, driving Daniels into the corner. Each time Daniels stumbled out, another sledgehammer blow sent him reeling back.

“How’s that for refinement, Hollywood?” Blackwell taunted between punches.

Daniels, dazed and unable to keep up with Blackwell’s relentless onslaught, resorted to dirty tactics. As Blackwell wound up for another punch, Daniels struck like a viper and drove his knee into Blackwell’s groin.

“Oof!” Blackwell grunted in pain. Dirty trick, I should have seen it coming, he thought.

Seizing the advantage, Daniels whipped Blackwell into the ropes and clotheslined him out of the ring. The brawl spilled into the crowd, fists and elbows flying as they battled up the arena stairs.

“You’re out of your element, champ!” Daniels sneered before hurling Blackwell down a flight of steps.

Blackwell tumbled uncontrollably, feeling pain shoot through his body with each impact. But he knew he couldn’t let Daniels win, so he dug deep and fought back.

They clashed back down to ringside, trading blows as the crowd roared in excitement. Just as they rolled back into the ring, a flood of bodies poured down the entrance ramp – the Progressive Alliance, swarming Blackwell like angry hornets.

“What the hell?” Blackwell grunted as he fought off the onslaught.

But then, the American Heartland Coalition charged in, evening the odds. Fists and bodies flew everywhere as the American Patriots joined the fray. It was chaotic in the ring, but it was also an epic battle between two fierce rivals for the PCW Championship.

As the melee reaches a fever pitch, Blackwell finds himself surrounded by a sea of flailing limbs and flying chairs.

The PCW Arena erupted into chaos as bodies flew everywhere. Johnny Suave ducked under a wayward chair, his perfectly coiffed hair narrowly avoiding disaster.

“Unbelievable!” Suave shouted into his headset. “The Progressive Alliance turned this main event into an all-out war!”

Colleen Crowder’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “It’s about time someone put Blackwell in his place. The Progressive Alliance was simply restoring order to PCW.”

Suave shot her an incredulous look. “Restoring order? They’re destroying the ring! And look – the American Heartland Coalition and American Patriots have joined the fray!”

As fists and elbows flew, Suave’s mind raced. This is what PCW was all about – raw emotion, unbridled chaos. But he had to maintain some semblance of control.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are out of time!” Suave yelled over the din. “But join us next week for a huge main event – Tim Walz versus J.D. Vance!”

Crowder interjected, “Walz will wipe the floor with that Heartland hack!”

“We’ll see about that,” Suave retorted. “This is Johnny Suave signing off from what’s left of the PCW Arena. Goodnight everyone!”

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lmao not the big work screen that's brave of you here's another one but less 😵 and more 🥰 vm.tiktok.com/ZGe378eMP/ - genuine q. concerning 🐹/🐈‍⬛: when are we never in the rabbithole??? *complains about the microwave*- *proceeds to feed the microwave* speaking of, hi welcome to your en-o'clock era 👀 this compilation is the most accurate preview of what's in store: vm.tiktok.com/ZGe37yXGA/

icl seungmin and mimo in ate?? still not over that bridge + that genre of mimo? i'm thinking the Δ composition = fwb/fboy!mimo + pining-bsf!seungmin 😶‍🌫️ WT: I CAN HEAR THE COGS TURNING + SENSE THE ANGST FROM MILES AWAY ISTG WOMAN THE REVEALLLL I'M GONNA SCREAM 🕊🦋

“what am i doing with an enhypen album” im crying 😭😭 consider yourself ✨️ influenced ✨️ she really is the prettiest - I didn't realise just how cute/cozy their photoshoot concepts were for inceptio 🥺 also asia!! 💓 whereabouts are you headed?

i'm surprised you're still here bc 🥟's given us not one but TWO ig lives this week 😭😭 AND THE TOUR CLIPS SO FAR?? BANGCHAN??! SMILEY MIMO W/ HIS BLUE HOODIE? THE THUNDEROUS STAGE?!!

i'm already on ep 27 bc i'm a fast watcher lol but YOOOOOOOO why did nobody tell me about niki 😭 he's ADORABLE YO, my new son omg i immediately adopted him. the most precious baby someone protect him at all costs 😭 also i've been looking at sunghoon lol we're pleasantly surprised. i had zero clue about his personality but after watching this, hello....... interesting....... just hear me out - he reminds me of mimo sometimes :o personality wise and also in some shots he looks like mimo to me lolll. ALSO i'm sure you've probably seen this but it came up on my explore page the other day and i watched it like 20 times in a row lskdfhalsd 🤣

2min △ 😭 we need to stop being on the same frequency bc i thought about it once and while a hyunho △ has the potential to run along lines of being in lurv with your buddy's gf, a 2min △ just has to stem from (childhood) best friends :o

i'm equally excited and nervous to post wt7.5 bc while i like some of the bits in this one, idk how people will receive it bc yk... angst. but we'll see in a few days akskjshd 😭

i'm going to vietnam for like 3 weeks hehehe. OH and i keep forgetting to tell you, my friend is going to music bank madrid and she asked me if i wanted to come too. unfortunately i'm out of paid leave and i have a jonas brothers concert (in my defense i bought the ticket last august before all the drama 🤣) a couple days after that, but imagine if we both to music bank together 😭 that... would be kinda insane methinks

🥟 has been so active with his lives lately i'm so in love with him :((( that newlywed life is treating him well i see, i should be their roommate i don't mind thirdwheeling

everything about the tour is driving me crazy. the setlist (although no charmer is a major L for me, rip), the looks, the solo stages (i cannot tell you how in love i am with mimo's hair. i'm still trying to process it), the merch especially the mood lamps and the stress balls (i caved and ordered a foxiny one) and the new skzoos doing UPPIES I WANT THEM SO BAD (and look oh my god they can hold hands) I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WANTED SOMETHING SO BADLY 😭 i love that while everyone else was doing horny numbers and getting freaky on main, seungmin had a mike wazowski guitar moment and mimo had a babygurl stage lolll. ngl i couldn't really focus watching the thunderous performance bc they were SO sparkly lmaooo i love the babygirl-esque fits 😂

#🍙 anon #answered

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80-ursa-major · 5 months ago

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wanted sth different so after a long time I read manga again and omg everyone kept dying!!

-remembered I never finished sachi and they fucking killed haru?! (oh and yashiro got an off-screen wife??) Ugh now I wish it had stayed forgotten. Bet author didn't want to deal with the legal aftermath. Much easier to go BAM and afterword pffft -demon and song was wholesome but they also died in the end. They BOTH died! I wonder if it got cancelled and author said fuck it or always planned it like that in which case it's good it was short so I didn't waste more time eheh -dualing fighters was so good for me because nice artstyle and likeable charas but suddenly timeskip and finale. Guess they canceled it. Well fuck you, should have let the author cook cause she was doing great with the battles. Reminded me of my favorite manga wt because they relied on planning and teamwork plus the prediction power, the threads aaaaaargh I loved it and wanted more. I think I read this author before and sth similar happened. If I were rich I'd buy it all so she could write more because it's not fair so much harem/pedo/etc trash gets so many volumes but normal fun adventures I like are over ;___; -bloody mary was a surprise because a. it screams fujobait but the mc refuses to bait (granted this isn't bad because 1/2 of his options is basically a kid) and everyone else has actual wifes or girlfriends hehe and b. it also screams tragedy but literally everyone gets a good end or at least the best possible end under the very extenuating circumstances. Yay!! -finally got caught up with yohaji again and apparently I love ran-chan now haha no but seriously I always liked these kids but I was never invested and after bingereading the latest volumes I turned into that meme: i've only had suzaku for 3 hours but if anything happened to him I'd kill everyone in this school and then myself <33333

#mangos #i should have known #it was the crow again :'))

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bluewithpurplepolkadots · 11 months ago

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Zuko being racist or having racist instincts makes sense given his background. When Ozai in the finale declares that Aang and his people were ‘weak’ and didn’t deserve to live in ‘his world’ we see exactly why Zuko would say the sludge he threw out at him during Southern Raiders.

On a personal one to one level I suppose it could show Zuko is comfortable enough that Aang won’t throw him off a cliff unlike the rest of the gaang if he tried the same shit to them. It’s almost like when he was screaming at Iroh during his banishment and all. (He’s comfortable enough to complain on Appa from the beginning unlike with the WT siblings about things on their field trips). But he’s still being a racist shitbag.

It’s interesting in the sense that it points to the very real fact that even when you consciously make a turn around you’re going to still subconsciously have these actions and feelings you were raised with. It’s actually extremely realistic for Zuko to be this way. The show just didn’t have time I suppose to dip into it more or shake it out of him (he’s already the second most important character he doesn’t need more screen time) and the comics didn’t, from what I hear, utilise it well or had its own issues. (I’m sorry but with the whole ‘kill me if I become Ozai’ whingebag thing it also means Aang and his culture gets disrespected, again).

But a lot of his biggest and loudest fans like the idea of shaving the edges off of Zuko because it makes them uncomfortable.

No, Zuko is not in fact going to be a master of international diplomacy just because he was banished and will somehow know all about some earth kingdom towns favourite dish or best import. For the most part before season two he didn’t venture much past his own ship and crew of FN servants. They even bring him his food. There’s like two degrees of separation between Zuko and the average not Fire Nation person at least 99 percent of the time (see him being served a cook fish and you’ll realise he’s not talking to these people. Hell, for all we know all of them from the fish seller up are colonists anyway). Before the gaang turn up Zuko isn’t interacting with people not FN unless he has to. Maybe to bark orders at. Like the pirates in the water bending scroll would not surprise me if they were the first instance of him working with anyone not his nation in three years.

He will still struggle with his bigoted upbringing and will need to be kept in check. And his upbringing will fester within him unless active action is taken by him to recognise and control it. Hell, it’s possible someone will have to step in since maybe Aang’s a bit too likely to let things slide, who knows. Though maybe Aang after standing up for his culture and not killing Ozai will in fact be one of many to do it.

Zuko will however unlike Ozai be more likely to listen (obviously) but he will lneed help with international interactions. Like a lot. And not just from the gaang. For a very very long time. And he might need it spelled out to him quite slowly that the shit he’s saying with Aang is not remotely acceptable and why. (Even though it’s incredibly obvious why).

There could be some interesting post canon stories exploring this but it doesn’t really happen much.

.....okay but funny how katara, sokka, toph, and etc, all manage to argue or disagree with aang's viewpoints without taking shots at his culture unlike zuko whenever he opens his mouth

#Honestly think I’ve also been guilty of sanding the corners off Zuko sadly #he is I think the hardest gaang member to write #sokka being the easiest for reference #atla #Zuko

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harveywritings92 · 4 years ago

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BNHA vampire soulmate scenario: When you first saw them.

The first time you saw him, he was feeding off someone.

TWs: Blood, death stalking and attempted assault.

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Mr. Compress: {Your Quirk: Card capture: it's similar to Mr. Compress's quirk but you can entrap people and objects in cards by manifesting these clear glass like cards that slip out from your wrist, you can use them as throwing weapons too as they're very sharp, the only drawback is that you can get severely dehydrated if you overuse it.]

You were walking home late from work just hungry and physically done! today was crap show! first you missed the train then half way to work you forgot you realized you forgot your lunch!, Your boss (who's usually pretty chill) for whatever reason decided he hated your guts today and yelled at you in front of everyone! and to rub salt on the wound you spilt hot coffee all over yourself! so now you arms and chest have burns on them that were itchy as hell! you just wanted to crawl into bed, and forget about this day.

You decided to cut through the park when you saw a odd pair, a man in a yellow trench coat and top-hat and mask which was pushed to the side kissing a woman in sundress under a streetlight. "huh, how sweet." you sighed exasperated before continuing on you way, when you noticed foot steps coming out behind you, you cautiously reached into your coat for one of your cards... you knew it wasn't the man in the top hat as you did a quick glance over your shoulder he was still 'occupied' you could smell stale alcohol in the air remembering the beware of mugger sign at the park entrance and figured out what was going on when the person was in grabbing range.

You whirled around grabbing your would be assailants arm forcing it up and pulling him towards you, you hissed felt a sting on your cheek as your free hand slammed your card into his chest "release!" you barked as a powerful cyclone burst from the card sending the man flying off his feet *Thank-you Anko-san* you mentally cheer happy that your friend had a wind-quirk and let you capture it's effects in a card; said card then shattered as it was a one-shot use like all your offense cards.

The man wheezed as he was thrown to ground next to the "couple". while you took off running! not seeing Top-hat pull away from his lady friend and sniff the air.

Atsuhiro dropped the woman he was feeding on she slid limply to the ground as he readjusted his mask and followed that delicious scent and found a bloody knife on the ground *Could it be?!* his heart was beating abnormally faster as picked it up and sniffed it he lifted his mask up and licked the blood off the knife, Atsunhiro almost felt alive again as the sweet taste of his mate's blood touch his tongue...

He was so elated his mask was blushing! (cos anime logic!) "My Darling❣~" he purred in pure ecstasy, but soon his euphoria was cut short when he heard the man who attempted to rob you on the ground cough, the vampiric ex-magician turned in his direction, he could smell this uncultured brutes scent all over the knife mixing his mates.

Atsuhiro's primal urges were screaming at him to kill the man for harming his mate, however the ex-showman had something else in mind... The next morning you were watching the news on your laptop seeing the mugger at the park last night had been caught, and was being charged with murder for another woman. You felt your stomach churn as the photo of the woman who you saw making out with the top-hat man flashed on screen.

Than you felt a a chill go down your back!

You nervously looked away from your screen and scanned around the nearly empty café, there's was only you, an elderly couple wearing matching tracksuits enjoying some tea and having a conversation, a tired and obviously hungover mother and her two rowdy kids having breakfast, and lastly a man with black hair and copper eyes wearing a yellow casual suit and gray news boy cap reading a book.

You squint at the title....The magicians nephew, you frowned letting out a small hum; swearing you felt someone's eyes on you, thinking you were just paranoid from last night... you unconsciously traced the healing cut on your cheek and went back to you doing your work, not seeing the copper eyes of Atsuhiro watching you from behind his book with a knowing smirk.

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Dabi: You were walking home drunk to hell as your friends kept you out at the bars until 3am, you decided to take a detour home to get a late night snack/early breakfast at the 7/11 a few blocks from your place, as you were walking to the store you spied what looked a couple making out against the dumpster a few feet a ways, even in your drunken state you couldn't help but scrunched up your nose the sight. "at least take her to cheap motel buddy, jeez..." you muttered the man in the black hood growled back in retort as you entered the store.

While in the shop you frowned seeing you favorite snack was out of stock. "D-dammit." you huffed and looked around before spotting the clerk who was unpacking some packs of ramen. "Hey d'ya got any f/snack left?" you asked trying to keep from slurring your words. "Yeah there should be some packs over by the-" the clerk went to point but forgot they were holding a box cutter and accidentally jabbed you in the leg just under your knee. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" the clerk gasped while you tried waving them off, it was just an accident, but if it made them feel better you bought some band-aids and disinfectant along with your food the clerk felt soo bad they gave you discount and with that you walked out in to the night....

When you got out your leg was still bleeding it didn't really bother you as you too tipsy to care, besides it's just a tiny cut, as you were leaving you noticed the "couple" still going at it, however now it felt kind of off... and that's when you noticed the man in the black hood stiffen... you stomach felt like it was full of rocks as you watched him slowly turn to face you.

Dabi was busy draining this dumb bimbo who followed him out of the bar after he told her to piss off, but seeing as he hadn't fed on fresh human blood in months, (he was drinking blood-packs of pig's blood.) he decided screw it, she'll know the consequences her actions that is if he doesn't suck her dry.. "at least take her to cheap motel buddy, jeez..." a drunk woman muttered as she passed them Dabi let out a frustrated growl at that jab yet another reason he hates feeding in public, about ten minutes later the vampire's attention was suddenly pulled away from his dinner when a sweet enticing scent invaded his nose.

Dabi's eyes snapped open his senses were on fire as his inner monster snarled *mine.....mine...* his breathing became labored as he turned away from the woman's neck; her blood dripping down his chin as he turned to look over his shoulder, saw a [y/ht-wt] woman with [y/hc] and starring at him in shock, his eyes drifted down and saw the blood dribbling down her leg, he let go of the woman he was feeding on, she let out a weak wheeze as she fell limply to the ground not that he cared, Dabi took a step towards his mate reaching out to her, only for the woman to snap out of her shock and run....

Leaving the vampire standing there in an almost trance like state, before he looked inside the store could smell faint traces of her blood in the air and saw the clerk washing the bloody box cutter; A guttural growl escaped Dabi's throat as he approached the door.

The poor oblivious clerk didn't know what was coming as the door chimed telling them a customer had entered the store... "Welcome!" they greeted cheerfully. from an outside point of view there was hot flash of blue from inside the 7/11 followed by the store fire alarms going off.

The next morning you were hiding under your blanket hugging your knees your whole body was shaking while you were watching the news... there was a fire at the 7/11, the clerk was killed their remains were so badly burnt they were carbonized...

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Bakugou: You had just started working for his agency as a secretary and were working on late paperwork one of your coworkers pushed on you so they could go on a date, you grumbled as you made your way to the elevator to drop the files off on Bakugou's desk, and were stunned to find the top floor was pitch black! you were trying the navigate in the darkness by feeling desk, when your hand brushed up against a pair of scissors someone left out you hissed feeling them cut your palm, you could feel the blood dripping down you hand and decided screw this! you were going to leave the papers on the desk outside of the boss's office for him to find in the morning, when you noticed the door was open a crack.

You could hear deep breathing, a woman gasping and grunts, your cheeks felt hot as you though Bakugou was getting frisky with one of his fans. *I never took him for that sort...* you were just going to pretend you didn't hear anything and walk away, but curiosity got the best of you, and with careful steps you crept toward the door and peeked in, and felt you stomach drop when you realized what was going on was not a wham-bam thank you ma'am situation, you threw your hand over your mouth when you saw Bakugou eyes glowing red had his fangs sunk into this woman's neck draining her of blood! Scared you were about to quietly back away from the door when you saw the blond blink pull away from the unconscious woman, sniff the air and... you ran before he could even turn his in the direction of the door, and made it on to the elevator just as a shock of blond hair rounded the corner.

The next morning Bakugou was on edge as he recalled the events last night, one minute he's feeding off some pushy fan-girl and the next, his senses were taken over by this amazing smell it was so enticing he forgot about his hunger and overwhelmed by the insistent need of find it's source... as Katsuki turned his attention to the door he saw someone dash and and he gave chase just in time to get a split second glimpse of a woman with {y/hc} before the elevator doors closed.

{later after he sent that fan home via cab)

Bakugou inspected his office and found a blood trail leading from random sidekick's towards his office the couple hurried drops towards the elevator, he curiously swiped his finger threw the blood on the desk where the trail began, licked it a content rumble left his throat, his inner monster purred. *Mate...mine* however that euphoric feeling he felt had soon soon worn off into frustration as the next morning rolled around he had been in the agency all day, and no one who came in today had that scent on them!

The blond was pissed and ready to rip someone's head off, when he overheard two of his employees talking. "Hey where’s Y/n? I have to thank her for staying back and doing my extra work last night." the other employee shrugged. "She said she hurt her hand last night and was staying home." Neither had noticed the explosive blond who immediately went to his office and pulled your file out for your address, and he here was standing on your front porch, sniffing the air as a cocky smirk graced Katsuki's lips breathing in that sweet scent from last night. "Found you..." he purred.

#bnha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #atsuhiro sako #mr compress x reader #Tw: blood #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha soulmate au #bnha vampire au

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slides in, puts this ✨ / followed by the link & some owo energy

hi neo!! aaa sry i had this in my drafts for a while ;;

yeonjun crown set - he looks like a baby here omg how long has it been fdjdsk i love the colors here tho! and the scenes you chose are v cute and memorable <33 3rd panel is my fav

hyunjae no air set - no air is truly superior 😌 and i love the layout you chose for this! a good balance between his solo shots and the group scenes. having the smaller gifs wt lighter colors and the darker/deeper ones in the middle looks rly good too!

yeonjun magic set - ooo this looks v smooth on my screen, the 1st and 4th gif especially! the lights look great and his lips are so red 😳 the lights and the colors remind me of christmas

hyunjae queen medley set - omg tq so much for making this ;; this stage was incredible amazing show stopping

junho set - SCREAMING the coloring for this is so so good! so bright and i love the grit and the way you cropped it! actually wanted to include more of your 2pm sets, honorable mention to the gif on your sidebar, this, this, and this!

you gif stages so well omg ;; thanks for sending this in! i enjoyed looking through your tag <33

#ask #neo 🌺

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pineapplecoreconfidentials · 5 years ago

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🖤

How your reproductive endocrinologist finds a new way to shock & stupify you: putting you on birth control

Well played, doc. And you didn’t even use an enchanted object or wacky spell like some Slytherin wannabe. Well played.

Sitting over here, (im)patiently waiting for the results of my preimplantation genetic screening of my one embaby, and AF comes to town with a vengeance. Cramps have never crippled me quiet so forcefully. It’s 88 degrees and humid, boob sweat and swamp ass in full effect, and all I want is my damn heating pad to quell the flames of red-hot torture in my uterus.

Per my nurses instructions, I called to report day one. Because we’re still waiting for the PGS testing, they want to “hold my hormones in abayance” by using birth control so that hopefully we’ll be able to move straight into a transfer cycle. In some complex part of my brain, the neurons are connecting, forming synapses, and this makes logical sense. But my more primitive emotional being wants to scream, “WT ACTUAL F.” This is some kind of backwards bull ride that I’m about to be bucked off of hard, and I’m just trying to hold on for dear life.

So now, I’m heading to the pharmacy to pick up the birth control. Cross that off my list of things I never ever in a trillion years thought I’d be doing during the TTC process. This infertility shiz be wack, ammirite?

#ivfjourney #ttc with infertility #ivfwarriorqween #ttc

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katekatiebishop · 6 years ago

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alright, my endgame thoughts in some semblance of order. Obviously EXTREMELY SPOILERY!!!

also feel free to jump in my msgs and scream about it with me

Pros:

very entertaining to watch, really like a comic book on screen

managed to make me enjoy mcu!hawkeye

RHODEY!

nebula was good, i enjoyed her arc

i may just be stupid but i didn’t expect time travel

i actually really liked tony’s death, it made sense as an end. sad af but narratively made sense

SAM!CAP

King Valkyrie

Cons:

THOR WT ACTUAL FUCKKK WTFUCKKK WAS THAT literally drew me out of the movie in anger constantly ugh

i feel like natasha didn’t have enough character build-up for her death to mean enough? it kinda pissed me off. it would’ve meant more if she’d had her own movies. her whole arc was confusing

WTF/Confused:

still confused re: timelines. how did steve live a lifetime with peggy and not ruin the timeline? was it an alternate timeline? i liked his ending but it didn’t make sense

same with gamora. glad she’s back but did she stay? how does that work?

I guess they couldn’t get Lupita for even one shot? Sorta glaring though

#avengers endgame #endgame #endgame spoilers #my thoughts #mine #text post

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winterchild-loves-sunshine · 8 years ago

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I'm feeling so off about jm after the last vlive I was like is he dating someone? reasons: 1_he was on his phone the whole time (it could be him monitoring their vlive reading cmtns(he did look up for the lyrics of lys u can tell he was reading 14:01) or...) 2-he was painfully acting cute did aegyo to the cam wtout reason ( yeah ik it could a fanservice) 3_sorry miss u love u he said those wt soft shy smile ( yeah prob it's the only eng words he kn)4_rise his voice point to the cam r u watching

Hi anon~, thank you for sending me an ask…

and… you just touched my sore spot xD

I mean, it’s not that serious, but yes, I do have this weird fetish about (idol) texting. Like when I watched the Vlive live and saw Jimin being so engrossed in texting, I really was distracted and thought that he could be texting his lover or sth, but then I got over it because he was singing so beautifully my mind just couldn’t function anymore and let my heart taking over ♥.

But now that I read your ask, I went back to see the parts you pointed out, and it’s like… 50-50 for me. I understand where you were coming from with 1 and 4, but for 2 and 3 like you said, I believed he was in a really good mood (he said the concert was good), thanks to that we have him being his cute natural self with extra aegyo. And for the English part, when I was watching without the subs, I vaguely guessed that he said so because he hadn’t appeared on Vlive for a long time, which is why he’s sorry to us (for not going live for so long), and he misses us, loves us too (can you believe I screamed after he finished every single sentence, because I actually understood what he said TT_TT). And the subs confirmed my guess so I didn’t question it anymore.

We also talked about texting above right, I believe he was texting most of the time in the 1st part too. Like you can tell he was listening to Jin but he wasn’t really there until Jin repeated himself and called for Jimin’s attention. The thing is we don’t know who he texted with. I didn’t notice that “are you watching?” thing, but now that you said it I felt… weird too. But it’s not strange for Jimin to suddenly say those things, is it? (suddenly I feel like I have a memory loss, it’s like my head is preventing me from questioning anymore haha)

But well, let’s think about it carefully. You know, Jimin is the most conscious of his image, right? He’s very cautious, and careful. Do you think he’d risk texting his (supposed) girlfriend in front of hundred thousand fans watching? I don’t. Let’s say we can’t see his screen, we don’t know who he was texting, but we’d question it, like you and I did, right? It’s too risky imo. Besides, if it’s actually his lover, don’t you think Jin or the staff/cameraman would do something about it? They wouldn’t just sit there and let him text his gf for like 10 minutes on live broadcast, at least that’s what I wouldn’t do, if I cared about my member and my group. But again, it could be that they didn’t think of this too seriously, which I doubt. Jin didn’t seem pissed at all when Jimin was distracted, perhaps he’s used to it, or perhaps he knew it’s sth important to Jimin (could be his family members).

The thing is, you and I will never know. We can only suspect. But what is important to me is not the fact that he is dating or not. I’m the most worried if it gets out, because they’re still growing, and they can be much bigger than they are now, including Jimin himself. I just don’t want things like this to hinder him. Even tho I ship Jikook/Kookmin hard, that doesn’t mean there’s not a part in me which reminds me that he can always date a girl (or a guy, if we’re careful, but I strongly doubt there’s any other guy except Jeon Jungkook), and even more than that. My exp with Kpop for years lets me know that being busy or having no time can just be an excuse. They can always find time for things like that, if their lovers are patient or dedicated enough. That’s what I hope as well, if he ever dates anyone, I just hope that one is a good person, and can take care of him mentally. He’s insecure and needs constant reassurance and supports, things fans can’t really provide if we’re not by his side physically.

All in all, thank you for sharing your observation with me. Let’s just… let it go, I guess? It could be an ugly truth, but we can never know. If he’s happily dating someone, I’m happy for him (tho inside me it’ll still hurt a bit, just a little bit ^^~)

But actually, if I could, I’d lovingly punch him like he did with Jungkook, then wish him happiness xD. His angelic voice will heal everything ♥

#ask #jimin #vlive 170423

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robertkstone · 6 years ago

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2019 Chevrolet Silverado 1500 Work Truck First Test

“Why don’t they just make a basic truck anymore?” the rancher asked me.

I was in northwestern Arizona on vacation, but it could’ve been anywhere, anytime. It’s a question I’ve answered a hundred times and an example of why I usually don’t mention where I work unless someone specifically asks. It always ends up dominating the conversation.

The simple answer is that the majority of truck buyers have decided they want a minimum level of modern convenience. Truck enthusiasts wax poetic about crank windows, manual transmissions, and push-button AM/FM radios, but if that’s what actually sold, they’d still be available. On the face of it, you’d think manual windows would be cheaper than powered units, but that’s only true for the physical parts. When an automaker is ordering a small batch of parts, thousands instead of hundreds of thousands, the price goes up because it’s a special order. Beyond that, it’s an extra bin of parts that has to be transported to the factory and integrated into the assembly line, and which line workers have to be trained to install and doors have to be designed to accommodate. Put all those costs together, and it’s considerably cheaper to just make power windows standard. It’s the same reason manual transmissions are disappearing.

That said, basic new trucks do still exist. We just call them “work trucks” now. Yes, they come with power windows, automatic transmissions, and color infotainment screens, but they’re otherwise as close to a blunt instrument as you’re going to get with zero miles on the odometer. Whereas others dress them up with names like “Tradesman” or “XL,” Chevrolet just calls it what it is; the “WT” in 2019 Chevrolet Silverado WT stands for “work truck.”

Don’t assume “work truck” means “dirt cheap,” though. Today’s trucks get pricey quickly, even the base models. Although it’s possible to get a single-cab Silverado WT for just under $30,000 with zero options, you’re likely to pay significantly more. Our tester, the kind of crew-cab long-bed you’d see in the fleet lot, rings in at about $36,500 to start and nearly $39,800 with all-wheel drive. (Note: Because the transfer case on our tester doesn’t have a low-range gear, we refer to it as all-wheel drive rather than four-wheel drive. True four-wheel drive with low range is available on other Silverado models.) Our truck has a couple options on it, like the Work Truck Convenience Package that includes niceties like cruise control, keyless entry, a power-locking tailgate with remote release, heated power mirrors, and a rear window defogger. Fancy stuff. We also picked up rubber all-weather floors for maximum durability. Plus, it looks better than any other Silverado, with its black, Chevrolet-stamped grille and steelies. Total cost out the door: $41,125.

Those rubber mats cover the smallest transmission hump in the segment, which means the person stuck in the middle of the front bench seat has somewhere to put their legs (though it’s too bad the rear floor isn’t flat like the competition). That and the standard 7.0-inch, color infotainment screen preloaded with Apple CarPlay and Android Auto are the highlights of an interior Christian Seabaugh called “a rolling OSHA violation.”

Hang on. Work trucks are supposed to have basic interiors, obviously. There’s a difference between basic and bad, though, and Chevrolet came down on the side of bad. Actual park benches would make more comfortable seats than the benches Chevrolet installed in this truck. We feel sorry for any tradesperson who spends their entire shift behind the wheel of one of these. Pair the uncomfortable, unsupportive driver’s seat with a steering wheel so close to the dash that even I, with my short legs, have to get up on top of the pedals to reach it comfortably, and you have a match made in a chiropractor’s dream. Manual seats are fine, but these only slide and recline. You can’t raise or lower them, a problem for shorter drivers because the dash is very tall and the seat is so low even 6-foot Miguel Cortina complained about it. A comfortable driving position simply does not exist.

Resigned to that, you start looking around and seeing what else you don’t get. Namely: storage. Unlike work trucks from Ford and Ram, there’s nowhere to put anything in the Silverado WT. There’s no storage under the front middle seat, no storage in the front armrest when the middle seat isn’t in use, no bins in the rear floor like in a Ram, no extra pop-out cupholders on the floor between the front seats like in a Ford, just a pair of dinky glove boxes barely big enough for more than one pair of gloves.

The cost-cutting doesn’t get any better from there. One USB port for six passengers, all of whom will have cell phones they want to charge at the end of a shift, is behind the times. Taking out the steering wheel buttons and making you reach through the steering wheel rim to turn a little knob to change screens is ridiculous. Spending money on a fancy infotainment screen and saving it on speakers with all the fidelity of an ’80s boom box makes no sense. If this were simply the way work truck interiors are, it would be one thing, but when Ford and Ram work trucks come standard with considerably nicer interiors, it just makes Chevy look cheap. That would be fine if it was cheaper than the other trucks, but it isn’t. Instead, as Seabaugh put it, “It’s a middle finger to the working stiffs who’ll have this truck forced on them by penny-pinching fleet managers.”

The good news is the Silverado WT excels at the one thing it’s supposed to: work. Everything bad about the interior is offset by the bed, which does more than any competitor straight off the dealer lot. The extra payload space is obvious to the naked eye. The inside of the box is so wide, I can lie down sideways in the bed without bending my neck (I’m 5-foot-9). At the corners are three times as many tie-downs as any other truck on the market, making it easier than ever to secure a load. Likewise, the standard bumper corner steps and handholds make climbing in and out a breeze no matter what’s in the bed, on the hitch, or hanging out the tailgate. The power-locking, remote-opening, soft-open tailgate (part of the convenience package) isn’t a must-have, but you appreciate having it every time you use it.

Allowing the Silverado WT to make use of all that hauling capability is a tried-and-true 4.3-liter pushrod V-6 with all the torque Ford’s and Ram’s base engines are missing, and then some. It doesn’t look like an earth-shattering difference on paper, but the Silverado WT gets up and moves with the slightest touch of the throttle, empty or loaded. That’s great for towing and hauling, because the engine barely notices the difference. If we could just get the transmission to pay attention, we’d really have something. Alas, it leans on the engine to get everything done with torque rather than just downshifting, and when it does drop a gear, it starts hunting back and forth between the low gear it needs and the higher, more fuel-efficient gear it wants. Tow/Haul mode helps, but it isn’t a silver bullet. Whatever the mode, it’s all backed up by brakes that feel stronger than the truck even needs, inspiring plenty of confidence when towing or hauling.

It shows in the numbers. The Silverado WT needs a respectable 7.2 seconds to get to 60 mph and does a 15.6-second quarter mile at 88.7 mph, quicker than a base model Ford or Ram. It outgrips those trucks, too, pulling 0.77 average lateral g on the skidpad and running a 28.0-second lap of the figure eight at 0.62 average lateral g. Braking is surprisingly longer than the Ford or Ram, stopping from 60 mph in 126 feet. Just goes to show a good brake pedal doesn’t always mean more stopping power.

That performance, though, comes at a cost. At 15/20/17 mpg city/highway/combined, it’s enough to make a fleet manager run screaming off the lot. The good news is, it actually gets much better fuel economy, at least when it’s not loaded. Our Real MPG team recorded 17.6/25/20.3 mpg city/highway/combined, making it almost as good as a Ford or Ram work truck’s EPA-estimated fuel efficiency. The bad news is, the Ford and Ram work trucks outperform their EPA numbers, too.

Last but not least, there’s the simple matter of how the Silverado WT handles itself with and without a load. Just driving to the job site, it drives like a truck. The ride is a bit brittle at times and bouncy at other times, but that’s the trade you make for payload and towing capacity. Unlike other trucks, though, everything isn’t automatically better when you put weight in the bed. Although weight irons out the brittleness, it exacerbates the bounciness from PerformanceJunk WP Feed 3 https://ift.tt/2HJdqOn via IFTTT

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6/10/19-PCW Political War on P-SPAN

PCW Returns! -Reaction and fallout from Trump’s huge announcement -FOX NEWS: Tucker Carlson and Sean Hannity vs. MSNBC: Rachel Maddow and Chris Matthews vs. CNN: Chris Cuomo and Don Lemon -The Sports Entertainment Coalition’s Mr. McMann introduces a new member -Seven Team Tag Team Elimination Match -Six Women Elimination Match -Executive Director Dawn McGill speaks/Joe Biden shows up. -The Dork Dynasty’s Final PCW Match -MAIN EVENT: Seven Man Elimination Match

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[ON SCREEN GRAPHIC: Blue background. The top of the Capitol Building occupies the left hand side of the television screen.

Centered in the middle of the screen: “P-SPAN. THE POLITICAL CHANNEL.”]

P-SPAN Announcer (off screen): The P-SPAN Network bring you long-form public affairs programming from the nation’s capital and are a public service of…

[ON SCREEN GRAPHIC: Logos of twenty three different cable and satellite television companies replace the Capitol Building and P-SPAN graphic.]

P-SPAN Announcer (v/o): …your television provider.

[ON SCREEN GRAPHIC: Returns to the blue background with the top of the Capitol Building occupying the left hand side of the television screen with “P-SPAN. THE POLITICAL CHANNEL.” centered in the middle of the screen.]

P-SPAN Announcer (v/o): P-SPAN. The Political Channel.

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Johnny Suave (voiceover): Last month, CEO of the Political Universe Donald Trump dropped one hell of a bombshell.

PCW CEO Donald Trump (R-NY)

REPLAY: 5/2/2019-Donald Trump’s Intergalactically Huge Announcement

Trump behind the podium.

Donald Trump: Thank you. Okay. The reason I’m talking to you today is there’s been some questions about why the Red Brand and Blue Brand have gone dark and cancelled shows and why PCW has run replays of shows from ten years ago over the past two weeks. Short and to the point, the current method of doing business with three brands isn’t working. So, it’s time to make a change.

…

Trump reaches under the podium and pulls out an Infinity Gauntlet (the same one featured in the Avengers movie). He places said Infinity Gauntlet on his right hand. Trump raises his hand in the air.

Then he attaches a red stone to the gauntlet. Then he snaps his fingers.

Donald Trump: The Red Brand is no more.

The press- except for most of the Fox News contingent – let out a loud cheer.

Trump then attaches a blue stone to the gauntlet. Again, he snaps his fingers.

Donald Trump: Blue Brand. No more.

The press- except for most of the Fox News contingent – groan.

…

Trump attaches a white and black stone with PCW on it on to the gauntlet. But he doesn’t snap his fingers.

Donald Trump: I made PCW owner Dawn McGill a generous offer for PCW that sets her up for life. She accepted. So what does that mean? McGill’s investment in trying to keep PCW alive just paid off for her in a big, big way. The Red and Blue Brand will consolidate under PCW. So, who will lead PCW going forward?

Out walks Dawn McGill followed by PCW Hall of Famers “No Frills’ Chris Escondido and Justin Sufferable. McGill shakes Trump’s hand as does Escondido and Sufferable.

Johnny Suave (v/o): But what you didn’t see was this…

REPLAY: 5/2/2019-Trump’s Speech

Trump is taking questions from the press. There’s a disturbance.

Male Voice: GET THAT GAUNTLET! THE FATE OF THE POLITICAL UNIVERSE DEPENDS ON IT!

Suddenly, Captain America (aka Chris Evans dressed in costume), Iron Man (Robert Downey Jr.- in costume), and Captain Marvel (Brie Larson- you guessed it, in costume) rush towards Trump and his Infinity Gauntlet that’s made the Red Brand and Blue Brand specific shows disappear.

But before they can reach him: -Escondido kicks Evans in the balls and then power slams him. -Sufferable chops Downey Jr and drives him to the floor with the Lou Thesz press. -McGill stops Larson in her tracks with a Spinning Heel kick and then follows with the McGill Bomb (sit-out powerbomb).

Johnny Suave (v/o): So, what happens next? PCW Extreme Political TV returns with a special two hour show.

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PCW Political War on P-SPAN Special Monday June 10th, 2019 Taped Saturday June 8th, 2019 Joseph Gentile Center Chicago, IL

Announcers: ‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave AGE: 50 / HT: 5’ 11” WT: 195 HOME: Philadelphia, PA HAIR: Brown / STYLE: Like Ronnie Dunn / FACE: Goatee DRESS: Brown suit without tie

Colleen Crowder ‘Low Level New York Times Reporter Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ AGE: 28 / HT: 5’ 5” WT: 142 HOME: New York City, NY HAIR: Black / STYLE: Curly / FACE: Narrow face with rounded jaw, turned-up nose, faint freckles, and thin lips. Bulging blue eyes, thin eyebrows. DRESS: Black pants suit

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Crowd: PCW!…PCW!…PCW!…

The camera pans all over the Joseph Gentile Center as PCW is on the air!

Spotlights move back and forth through the crowd.

Johnny Suave and Colleen Crowder stand in the ring.

Suave is his usual excitable self.

Johnny Suave: HELLO CHICAGO! Welcome to PCW Extreme Political TV and welcome everyone to the new era of PCW.

Crowder on the other hand…

Colleen Crowder: I can’t believe this happened. Donald Trump has abused his authority once again and even worse, he put Dawn McGill of all people in charge?

Johnny Suave: Well, seeing as PCW was profitable, spending money within their means, and growing an audience may have had something to do with it.

Colleen Crowder: Trump is giving McGill preferential treatment.

Johnny Suave: I’m sure this clip explains why Dawn McGill was put in charge.

FINANCIAL GURU DAVE RAMSEY TALKS WITH: Nancy Pelosi (D-CA), Mitch McConnell (R-KY), Kevin McCarthy (R-CA), and Chuck Schumer (D-NY)

Ramsey talks to the group about getting out of debt.

Ramsey describes in depth the steps needed in order to not only balance the budget but also pay off the national debt.

Pelosi, Schumer, McCarthy, and McConnell all return vacant stares.

Nancy Pelosi: Why can’t we just print more money?

Chuck Schumer: Or raise taxes.

Nancy Pelosi: Right. Or raise taxes.

Ramsey slaps his forehead. Then he shakes his head.

Colleen Crowder: See?

Johnny Suave: If Colleen Crowder’s reaction was ridiculously predictable…

Colleen Crowder: Hey!

Johnny Suave: …the reaction of Jerry Nadler’s (D-NY) Oversight committee to Trump deleting the Red and Blue Brand shows.

Cut to:

NADLER COMMITTEE OVERREACTION Lots of screaming, wailing, and gnashing of teeth.

Random Voice: IT’S THE APOCOLYPSE!

Jerry Nadler (D-NY) -chairman of the PCW Oversight Committee -arch-foe of PCW CEO Donald Trump

Nadler pounds his gavel and shouts “I WILL HAVE OVERSIGHT!” over and over and but it comes out like…

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Cut back to Suave and Crowder.

Johnny Suave: Of course, the American Patriots have their concerns too.

REPUBLICANS OVERREACTION We see several Republicans musing aloud whether or not this is going to be good for business. And then there’s…

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Cut back to Suave and Crowder:

Suave runs down tonight’s show: -Fox News vs. CNN vs. MSNBC in a tag match -First Round Tag Team Consolidation Match -First Round Women’s Consolidation Match -First Round PCW Title Consolidation Match -Plus, the Dork Dynasty makes their final PCW appearance tonight.

Johnny Suave: Also, Dawn McGill WILL be here and go over tonight’s matches.

Colleen Crowder (unenthusiastically): Yeah.

Johnny Suave: And we will have our first match of the night right after this.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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PCW ON THE ROAD June 15th – Hale Arena / Kansas City, MO June 21st – North Iowa Events Center / Mason City, IA June 22nd – Knapp Center / Des Moines, IA June 23rd – Tyson Events Center / Sioux City, IA June 30th – Indiana Farmer’s Coliseum / Indianapolis, IN July 4th – Chisholm Trail Coliseum / Enid, OK July 7th – Athletics-Recreation Center / Valparaiso, IN July 8th – Allen County War Memorial Coliseum / Fort Wayne, IN

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The Guild of Low Level Reporters Trying to Make a Name for Themselves (Sharon Johns of CNN, Dan Miller of the Washington Post) join Suave and Colleen at the broadcast table for the first match of the night.

MATCH ONE-FOX NEWS: Tucker Carlson and Sean Hannity vs. MSNBC: Rachel Maddow and Chris Matthews vs. CNN: Chris Cuomo and Don Lemon The match barely gets under way when there’s a disturbance in the force. That ‘force’ is Mollie Hemingway, columnist for The Federalist and Fox News contributor, who comes flying down the aisle with a steel folding chair.

Johnny Suave: Mollie Hemingway is coming to the ring with a steel folding chair. I wonder what she has in mind.

We find out right away when Matthews waddles over to cut her off and…

*WHACK* Down goes Matthews.

*WHACK* Down goes Lemon.

Maddow races over.

*WHACK* Down goes Maddow.

Then Cuomo.

*WHACK* Down goes Cuomo.

Suave is stunned. Crowder goes nuts. She calls for help…which she gets but…

MSNBC’s Lawrence O’Donnell races down, face beet red and he’s really pissed off.

*WHACK* Down goes O’Donnell.

Then it’s CNN’s Reliable Sources host Brian Stelter. He’s righteously indignant over Hemingway’s attack. Stelter goes up to her and wags his finger at him.

*WHACK* Down goes Stelter. *WHACK* She gives him another chairshot.

Tucker Carlson and Sean Hannity turn to each other.

Sean Hannity: Should we do something about this?

Tucker Carlson: Are you kidding me? Hell no.

The crowd can’t believe what’s going on. But wait, there’s more…

The New York Times’ Maggie Haberman sprints down. Colleen Crowder cheers as Haberman goes after Hemingway. Then…

*WHACK* Haberman staggers back. *WHACK* Down goes Haberman.

Crowder becomes sad. Miller jumps up when Jennifer Rubin of the Washington Post runs down to the ring.

*WHACK* Down goes Rubin.

Miller sits back down. Next, Jim Acosta of CNN. Sharon Johns excitedly stands up as Acosta demands that a single, solitary spotlight be shown on him and him only.

*WHACK* Down goes Acosta. *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK*

Colleen Crowder: Okay. Is this all really necessary?

Johnny Suave: Jim Acosta enjoys the limelight. He should be fine with this.

Hemingway drags Maddow and Cuomo to the middle of the ring. She covers and shouts at the referee to make the cover. He does.

WINNER: Mollie Hemingway @ 5:17

Hemingway drops the chair. A close of up the chair shows it is bent all to hell.

Crowder is livid.

Johnny Suave: You’re just mad because Mollie Hemingway just cleaned the clock of the alleged mainstream media- which she’s been pretty much doing for the past three years.

BACKSTAGE WITH THE SEC Corporate Sports(entertainment) Programming Nation reporters Reese Anderson and Rebecca Morris are on hand for a big announcement.

Sports Entertainment Coalition MGR: ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann ALIGN: 90% Heel MGR #2: ‘Mouthpiece of the SEC’ Phil Finebaum ALIGN: 95% Heel

With the CSPN cameras running, ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann, ‘SEC Mouthpiece’ Phil Finebaum, and CSPN CEO Mark Splitter walk out with the current Women’s Champion of the Political Universe Christa Carmondy.

Christa Carmondy AGE: 29 / HT: 5′ 9″ WT: 150 / HOME: St. Louis, MO STYLE: All-Around-Technical / FIN: Mean Girl Crush

Johnny Suave: McMann is lucky just to be here.

REPLAY: Donald Trump’s Big Announcement

Trump fires McMann as Executive Director of the Red and Blue Brand shows.

Dawn McGill rehires McMann as a personality/leader of the SEC.

McMann introduces Christa as the newest member of the Sports Entertainment Coalition.

Mr. McMann: The SEC is the gold standard in Political Championship Wrestling because more people care about sports than they do politics. Only the best of the best get invited into the SEC. Miller and Williams will tear the tag team division apart. Christa Carmondy’s high level of wrestling skill will elevate her past the rest of the women in PCW.

Christa Carmondy: Christa Carmondy is better than every single woman wrestling later on tonight. Christa Carmondy is a better wrestler than the PCW paper champion Yosemite Samantha. The SEC is better than any other faction in this company and they will make sure the nipping poodles don’t come near me.

Johnny Suave: And apparently Christa Carmondy likes to refer to herself in the third person.

Phil Finebaum gets the last word- as usual.

Phil Finebaum: The SEC does not rebuild. The SEC reloads. People wash out of the SEC. Miller, Williams, Carmondy, and ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson are major upgrades. The SEC is stronger than ever. My faction is better than your faction.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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MATCH TWO-TAG TEAM MATCH PCW Ring Announcer Kimber Marshall announces the eight teams. –Jill Berg Enterprises: Kirk Walstreit and P.M.C. Banks –The Bi-Partisan Dream Team: RINO and Blue Dog D –Weapons of Mass Destruction: A. Tom Bomb and Hy Drogen Bomb (American Patriots) –The Young Jerks: Zenk Cryger and James Idahola –The Sports Entertainment Corporation: ‘Dastardly’ Dave Miller and ‘Dangerous Dan Williams –Truckin’ Average Company: Ken Worth-American Trucker and Brad Company –The Green World Order: GreenPete and PeaceNick

The winner to face Union Jack and James the Auto Worker from the Progressive Alliance and PCW Tag Team Champions Rah and Halitosis in two weeks.

The Bi-Partisan Dream Team, The Young Jerks, The Green World Order, and Truckin’ Average Company start in a four corners match. After the first three eliminations, a team will come down to take the place of the eliminated tag team.

The Bi-Partisan Dream Team are the first to go because, of course, Bi-Partisanship is not a popular currency at the moment.

Bipartisan Dream Team eliminated at 4:12 / Jill Berg Enterprises enters.

Walstreit and Banks clean house. The Young Jerks are the next to go.

The Young Jerks eliminated at 6:09 / Weapons of Mass Destruction enters.

A-Bomb and H-Bomb go crazy hitting Atomic and Hydrogen Powerbombs on everything in sight. The GWO succumb to the onslaught.

The Green World Order eliminated at 8:35 / The Sports Entertainment Coalition enters.

Down to the final four.

The SEC and WMD engage in a wild brawl. Walstreit and Banks of JBE take care of Ken Worth-American Trucker and Truckin’ Average Company is the next to go.

Truckin’ Average Company eliminated at 11:09

Miller and Williams (SEC) win the hoss battle and eliminate WMD.

Weapons of Mass Destruction eliminated at 14:41

Jill Berg Enterprises: Kirk Walstreit and P.M.C. Banks vs. The Sports Entertainment Coalition: ‘Dastardly’ Dave Miller and ‘Dangerous’ Dan Williams remain.

Miller and Williams attack Walstreit and Banks. Brief brawl between the two teams goes in favor of the SEC.

Miller lifts Banks in the air and hits the Southern Cross. He lays in the boots on Banks.

Williams locks in the Devil’s Triangle on Walstreit with the clear intent of choking him out.

Outside the ring, Gordon Guyko is screaming at the referee to stop this. Finally Melissa climbs into the ring, takes off one of her heels, and whaps Miller in the head.

Bad move.

Miller grabs her by the hair. Lift. Southern Cross.

Walstreit taps out but the referee does not see it. He’s busy trying to rescue Melissa from Dave Miller. Banks breaks up the submission hold which infuriates Williams. He corners Banks and is about to inflict bodily harm on him. Walstreit comes in from behind and slaps on the sleeper hold.

Now it’s Williams in big trouble. ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann jumps onto the apron and claims Walstreit is choking his wrestler. The referee manages to pull Miller away from Melissa and sees Walstreit’s submission hold. Miller goes to make the save. Banks intercepts him and the two roll under the bottom rope and off the apron to the floor.

Walstreit releases the sleeper, spins Williams around, lifts him into the air, and spikes him with the Stock Market Plunge. Cover. One. Two. Three.

WINNER: Jill Berg Enterprises: Kirk Walstreit and P.M.C. Banks @ 21:08

SEC INTERVIEW IN THE RING Corporate Sports(entertainment) Programming Nation reporters Reese Anderson and Rebecca Morris introduce ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann, SEC Mouthpiece Phil Finebaum, and CSPN CEO Mark Splitter in the ring.

Mr. McMann: The SEC is the gold standard in Missouri Valley Wrestling. Only the best of the best are invited into the SEC. Miller and Williams losing tonight due to poor refereeing is unfair- unfair to us and unfair to our fans. They would have torn apart Union Jack and James the Auto Worker from the Progressive Alliance and PCW Tag Team Champions Rah and Halitosis.

Morris asks about the rebuild of the SEC.

Finebaum jumps in on that one.

Phil Finebaum: With all due respect Rebecca, the SEC does not rebuild. The SEC reloads. As Mr. McMann said, some washed out of the SEC. They couldn’t make the grade. Miller, Williams, Carmondy, and ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson are major upgrades. The SEC is stronger than ever. My faction is better than your faction.

Finebaum pauses…

Phil Finebaum: And Jim Harbaugh still sucks.

CSPN CEO Mark Splitter chimes in.

Mark Splitter: CSPN is the worldwide corporate forerunner in sports entertainment. We partnered with the SEC because sports entertainment is in our DNA and Mr. McMann epitomizes sports entertainment. CSPN is pleased to see that the SEC has rebounded from their recent issues. Once ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson wins the PCW Title, the SEC will regain their rightful place at the top of the PCW mountain. CSPN will be there to document it every step of the way and bring it to you, our fans.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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MATCH THREE-WOMEN’S MATCH Kimber Marshall is back out to introduce the wrestlers for the Women’s Match. –Jill Berg (Jill Berg Enterprises) –‘Former Hooters’ Waitress’ C.J. Lewis –Codee Pink (Progressive Alliance) –‘Queen of the Trailer Park’ Lani Harlot –‘Canadian Cyborg’ Sheline Carrigan (Progressive Alliance) –‘Texas Cowgirl’ Haley Dallas (Main Street USA)

The winner to face the SEC’s Christa Carmondy and PCW Women’s Champion Yosemite Samantha in two weeks.

All six women in the ring.

Berg snaps off several spinning heel kicks to start the match. Then she runs into the ‘Canadian Cyborg’ Sheline Carrigan. Carrigan nearly drives Berg through the ring with a vicious powerbomb and then finishes her off with the Canadian Destroyer. Carrigan deposits Berg over the top rope.

Jill Berg eliminated at 3:02

Harlot and Codee Pink brawl on one side. Haley Dallas and C.J. Lewis on the other. Codee Pink gets a little outside assistance from Emily S. List and blinds Harlot with a Glitter Bomb. She goes to dump the Queen of the Trailer Park out. But Carrigan comes up from behind and clotheslines Codee Pink over the top rope to the floor.

Codee Pink eliminated at 5:32

Carrigan then tosses Harlot out too.

Lani Harlot eliminated at 5:54

Lewis, Carrigan, and Dallas left.

Dallas Texas Lariats Lewis up and out of the ring.

C.J. Lewis eliminated at 7:18

Down to Carrigan vs. Dallas. The Texas Cowgirl tries to keep Carrigan at arm’s length. But the Canadian Cyborg powers her way in and finishes the job at the ten minute mark.

WINNER: ‘Canadian Cyborg’ Sheline Carrigan @ 10:01

Sheline Carrigan ‘The Canadian Cyborg’ HT: 6’0″ WT: 145 / HOME: Vilbank, SK STYLE: Power-Technical / FIN: Canadian Destroyer

‘Canadian Cyborg’ Sheline Carrigan is joined by her manager Coach E.J. Flack.

Coach E.J. Flack

E.J. points to the insignia on his jacket.

E.J. Flack: Ladies and gentlemen. My name is E.J. Flack and I am not here to change traditions. I am not here to pursue an agenda. I am here in Political Championship Wrestling because it is a challenge. And I eat challenges for breakfast. That’s why I’m here. And that’s why I am managing the next PCW Women’s champion. Sometimes in life, you have to face the big monster thingy. Sometimes in life, you have to take on something that’s bigger than you even if its huge tusks can shred you to bits in seconds…even if its jagged teeth can tear through you like a hot knife through warm butter. Sometimes when you’re climbing life’s mountain and come up against insurmountable odds, you have to…

Flack pauses for dramatic effect.

E.J. Flack: …Narfle the Garthok! Sheline Carrigan will do whatever it takes to get back to the top. We’ll wait our turn for now. But let me be clear. Carrigan’s coming for the Women’s title…sooner or late-

Suddenly, Carrigan gets blasted from behind by a steel folding chair.

Johnny Suave: IT’S KATHRYN RANDALL COLLINS! KRC IS BACK!

Kathryn Randall Collins “KRC” HT: 5′ 11″ WT: 145 / HOME: Ft. Myers, FL STYLE: Technical / FIN: Gogoplata

KRC is also in the best shape of her life. She knocks Carrigan silly with the chair shots and then takes out Flack as well.

Kathryn Randall Collins: Carrigan. Christa Carmondy and PCW Women’s Champion Yosemite Samantha! You’re all on notice. I’m back and I’m going to help bring the Progressive Alliance wage war against those who wage war against women. KRC is back folks. Deal with it.

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DAWN McGILL SPEAKS Dawn comes out to address the fans and the wrestlers. She’s not dressed up all formal like she was at the Trump announcement. Tonight, it’s jeans, white button down shirt, flats.

Dawn McGill AGE: 37 / HT: 6’ 0″ WT: 145 / HOME: Dallas, TX HAIR: Blonde / STYLE: Rachael Taylor-ish

Dawn McGill: Welcome everyone.

But before she can get down to business…

In the Conservative Inc. section, the American Patriots/Never Trumpers/country club set (Bill Kristol. Charlie Sykes. Jonah Goldberg. David French. Tom Nichols. David Reaboi. Jennifer Rubin. David Brooks. Mitt Romney (UT-American Patriots), Rick Wilson, and S.E. Cupp are arguing once again with the Deplorables’s section right next to them.

In the Deplorables’s section: ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay, ‘Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan, McAvay’s wife and one half of the famed West Texas Adult Entertainment duo Dark and Stormy, Stacee (Dark) Perry. Paige ‘Stormy’ Reynolds is also there along with Bert the Janitor.

Also with them, General DeBauchery- who looks like a bizarre combination of the AWA’s Colonel DeBeers and Lt. Aldo from Inglorious Basterds, sporting a black captain’s hat right out of World War II, smoking a cigar and grinning obnoxiously, Al Cahall- sporting six pack abs…oh…that’s a six pack in front of his abs.

Bill Kristol, wearing a captain’s hat and uniform as if he’s about to go sailing on a boat, shouts at General DeBauchery.

Bill Kristol: YOU PEOPLE DON’T BELONG! WE WILL SAVE THE REPUBLICANS FROM YOU AND TRUMP BY ACTING LIKE DEMOCRATS.

Kristol isn’t the only one unhappy.

From the left, Professor McCarthy brings his Flock out to the stage to express their anger over the consolidation of all three shows into PCW.

Professor McCarthy: I vowed never to set foot in red state, flyover country ever again. Since this merger has been unfairly forced upon us, we have no choice but to shout anyone and everyone down who doesn’t adhere to the good book.

Professor McCarthy waves his ‘good book’ in the air.

The Flock- Green World Order (Peta from PETA, GreenPete, ‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee, and PeaceNick, the Young Jerks (Zenk Cryger, James Idahola, and Anna- the foul-mouthed sidekick), the Deep State (One and Two), Emily S. List, and Codee Pink also share Professor McCarthy’s revulsion towards red state, flyover country.

Professor McCarthy: Make our words. We will not be silenced. We will be the ones doing the silencing.

McGill reclaims her time. She sticks a couple fingers in her mouth and whistles into the microphone.

Dawn McGill: Hey-ya. Executive director here. SHUT UP!

The noise quiets down.

Dawn McGill: Professor McCarthy. We’ve been through this before. There’ll be no silencing of anyone. We’ve tried it your way (she points at McCarthy) and we’ve tried it their way (she points at Conservative, Inc.). It’s pretty damn clear to me that neither of you guys care about anything other than furthering your agendas at the expense of the people. You both suck. That’s why I’ve been put in charge after the consolidation. That is why as far as I’m concerned- PCW is now a political correctness-FREE zone!

The crowd rises up and cheers McGill.

One wrestler speaks up and wants to know why she was dressed so ‘corporate’ during Trump’s announcement?

Dawn McGill: I can answer that in one word. Respect.

Wrestler: Respect?

Dawn McGill: Yes. Respect. Donald Trump asked me to wear something business-like to the announcement so I did. Why? It’s about respect for the office. I don’t care who it is…George W. Bush, Barack Obama, or Donald Trump, no matter who in charge, I respect the office. Does that answer your question?

The wrestler nods in the affirmative.

Dawn McGill: I just want to add I’ve been fortunate that all the hard work over the years has paid off and I’d like to give something back to PCW. That’s why I accepted the Executive Director job to lead PCW forward.

McGill expresses her appreciation for everyone’s patience as she tries to incorporate three shows into one.

The Ultimate Social Justice Warrior (Progressive Alliance) raises an objection.

Dawn McGill: Go ahead.

Ultimate Social Justice Warrior: I demand that my upcoming match be wrestled under California’s Ninth Circuit Appeals Court Rules. If my demand isn’t met, I will walk out.

Dawn McGill: Okay. ‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee of the Green World Order will replace the Ultimate Social Justice Warrior in the match.

That pisses off the USJW.

Ultimate Social Justice Warrior: Wait! You can’t do that! By not giving in to my demand, you’re preventing me from having a chance to compete in the match.

McGill waves at him.

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Johnny Suave: Wait a minute. First he says if McGill doesn’t agree to his rules that he’s walking out. She doesn’t agree. He walks out. And now she’s the bad person preventing him from being in the match?

Colleen Crowder: Makes sense to me.

Johnny Suave: It would.

Joe Biden’s voice: Perhaps I can be of assistance.

Joe Biden (D-DE) Former Aide de Camp to former PCW CEO Barack Obama (D-IL) The twenty-second candidate to declare for the 2020 race.

Biden strolls out to the ring and stands behind McGill.

Joe Biden: If I become the next CEO of the Political Universe in 2020, I plan on taking a more ‘hands-on’ approach than Donald Trump has.

As he talks, Biden puts his hands on McGill’s shoulders- much to her surprise…and annoyance.

Joe Biden: Not to say that Ms. McGill-

Dawn McGill (pointedly): Miss!

Joe Biden: …has done a bad job of running PCW…

Biden rubs McGill’s shoulders.

Joe Biden: …but we need a different approach than the one offered by Donald Trump. I plan on bringing a new vision to bring us closer together…

His hands start moving down- much to McGill’s alarm. She finally turns around and whispers something in Biden’s ear.

Joe Biden: …huh?

McGill continues to whisper something to Biden.

Joe Biden: If I don’t stop doing that you’re going to do what?

McGill rolls her eyes and explains to him again what the problem is and what will happen if he doesn’t stop.

Joe Biden: I’m sorry but that seems physically impossible to do- to yourself.

Dawn McGill: How bad do you want to find out?

Biden wisely removes said hands from McGill’s person.

MATCH FOUR-THE DORK DYNASTY’S FINAL APPEARANCE-The Dork Dynasty: Sheldon and Leonard Robertson vs. The Goatbusters: Peter Jenkman and Ray Scantz with Ergon Kimber Marshall comes out to do the in-ring introductions.

“Theme from the Big Bang Theory”- Barenaked Ladies

The Dork Dynasty Leonard Robertson – Nerdy master’s students and duck call, decoy fabricators. AGE: 36 / HT: 5′ 10″ WT: 180 / HOME: Pasadena, CA ALIGN: 59% Face / STYLE: Scientific FIN: Big Bang death-Blast THEME SONG: Valet: Penny Sheldon Robertson – Nerdy master’s students and duck call, decoy fabricators. AGE: 32 / HT: 6′ 4″ WT: 195 / HOME: Pasadena, CA ALIGN: 60% Heel / STYLE: Hardcore-Scientific / FIN: Big Bang death-Blast Valet: Amy

Kimber Marshall: And their opponents…

*Spooky music begins followed by a funky beat*

(sung to ‘Ghostbusters’) If there’s something grazing In your neighborhood Who you gonna call (Goatbusters) If you see a herd And it don’t look good Who you gonna call (Goatbusters)

I ain’t afraid of no Goat I ain’t afraid of no Goat

If you’re seeing horns Running through your yard Who can you call (Goatbusters) If you have a goat Sleeping in your bed Oh, who you gonna call (Goatbusters)

I ain’t afraid of no Goat I ain’t afraid of no Goat

Who you gonna call (Goatbusters) If you’re all alone Pick up the phone And call (Goatbusters)

I ain’t afraid of no Goat I hear it likes the girls I ain’t afraid of no Goat Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Who you gonna call (Goatbusters) If you’ve had a dose Of a freaky Goat Maybe you’d better call (Goatbusters)

Let me tell you something Bustin’ makes me feel good

I ain’t afraid of no Goat I ain’t afraid of no Goat

The Goatbusters walk out. Peter Jenkman and Ray Scantz followed by Ergon walk down to the ring.

Background? It’s been well known that the Dorks were going to call it career in May and that day has come for the nerdy master’s students and duck call, decoy fabricators. The Goatbusters gets the call to be the Dork’s final opponent.

What Happened/Finisher? The Dorks actually get along with each other. They run through the hits and hit the Big Bang Deathblast on Scantz to score the win.

WINNER: The Dork Dynasty @ 10:58

Aftermath? Leonard cries after the match.

Sheldon tells the crowd ‘well of course you’re going to miss us.’

And Penny announces she’s pregnant.

Leonard Robertson: Whhhat?

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A GAME OF THRONES MOMENT-DEMOCRATS/PROGRESSIVE ALLIANCE PCW Executive Director Dawn McGill is speaking with Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-NY).

The backdrop is: a burned out part of a formerly grand castle called the Red Keep. An Iron Throne remains behind them- made from the swords of his vanquished enemies, fused by dragonfire, a physical seat of office as well as a metonym for the monarchy of Westeros.

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez: It’s not easy to see something that’s never been before…a good world.

Dawn McGill: How do you know? How do you know it will be good?

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez: Because we know what is good.

Dawn McGill: What about everyone else? All the other people who think they know what’s good?

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez: If we have our way, they don’t get to choose.

Dawn McGill: I see…

McGill reaches back and grips the Singapore cane she carries with her…

Cut back to the broadcast desk. Crowder (again) is not happy.

Colleen Crowder: That is not a fair and accurate representation of the Progressive Alliance’s views.

Johnny Suave: I don’t know. I think that’s pretty spot on. Hold on. There’s more. There’s the other side of the coin.

A GAME OF THRONES MOMENT-REPUBLICANS/AMERICAN PATRIOTS ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay is speaking to Conservative, Inc. and trying to calm things down as tensions continue to be high between them and McAvay’s Deplorables.

Ray McAvay: Why just you? Why should the rich and well-connected people get to override the will of the people?

McAvay walks forward.

Ray McAvay: We had a vote. The status quo and the ruling elites lost. Maybe the decision about what’s best for everyone should be left to…everyone.

Conservative, Inc., all exhibiting facial expressions that make them appear to be constipated, try to digest what McAvay has just proposed.

Then one begins to laugh.

Then another.

And another.

Bill Kristol: Maybe we should give dogs the right to vote as well.

More laughter.

McAvay rolls his eyes.

Jennifer Rubin: I’ll ask my neighbor’s horse.

More laughter…howls of derision.

McAvay touches his nose. Bert the Janitor tosses him the Big Bertha Driver. And then…

Cut back to the broadcast desk. Crowder is happier.

Colleen Crowder: Okay. That makes more sense.

Johnny Suave: They both make sense. Main event right after this.

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Johnny Suave: Let’s go to Kimber Marshall in the ring for tonight’s main event.

MAIN EVENT-MEN’S MATCH Kimber Marshall is back out to introduce the contestant in tonight’s main event. –‘Charlie Wrestling’ Charlie Blackwell (Main Street USA) –Average Joe (Truckin’ Average Company) –‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels (Progressive Alliance) –‘Starz N. Stripes’ Kevin Scott –‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson (Sports Entertainment Coalition) –‘Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan (Deplorables) –‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee (Green World Order)

The winner to face ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay of the Deplorables and PCW Champion ‘Anti-Hollywood’ Stone Chism.

Seven men in the ring. One will advance on. Who will it be?

Well, we know who one of them won’t be. ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson immobilizes Average Joe with a powerbomb and then tosses him over the top rope for the first elimination.

Average Joe eliminated at 2:30

Dickinson chases down ‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee next and dispatches him over the top rope the hard way to the floor.

‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee eliminated at 3:52

Colleen Crowder: That’s not right! I demand to voice my complaint about Brock Cole Lee’s unjust elimination. This proves that PCW referees aren’t interested in any sort of justice. He should disqualify Dickinson right away.

Johnny Suave: Don’t put yourself in a position to get eliminated then. We’re down to five.

Kevin Daniels takes off across the ring and tries to hit Dickinson with a high crossbody. Dickinson ducks under and back body drops Daniels over the top rope- Daniels lands on top of Brock Cole Lee.

‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels eliminated at 4:15

Blackwell, Bryan, and Scott all look over at Dickinson like a pack of wolves scouting out their next meal. Dickinson suddenly realizes that his place in the match could now be in jeopardy- despite his huge weight advantage. He decides to try to escape under the top rope but Scott and Bryan pull him back in. Blackwell and Scott hit a double-team vertical suplex on Dickinson. Bryan crane kicks Dickinson onto an ethereal plane. Then all three neatly deposit him over the top rope for the elimination.

‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson eliminated at 6:20

Down to three: Charlie Blackwell, William Daniels Bryan, and Kevin Scott. Everyone shows off their technical prowess with lots of early chain wrestling and reversals. Scott looked for openings to slap on his American Stars and Fujiwara Arm Bar while Bryan looked to hit another crane kick at the first earliest chance. Wrestling chess match. Blackwell held the upper hand in the early going. Scott rallied back in the middle part. Scott tried to slap on the American Stars and Fujiwara Arm Bar on Bryan close to the ropes. Bryan grabbed the ropes with his free hand and referee Ron Martin called for a break.

Scott broke the hold. Bryan popped back up and Blackwell slammed Scott into the corner turnbuckle. Scott staggered forward. Bryan lifted him up into a vertical position and planted him with a vertical suplex. Blackwell and Bryan then whipped Scott up and over the top rope.

‘Starz N. Stripes’ Kevin Scott eliminated at 10:15

Bryan matched Blackwell move for move. Both guys went for their finishers early and avoided each other’s submission moves. Then Blackwell and Bryan both whiffed on dropkicks and kipped back up for the respectful staredown. Blackwell probably held a slight edge in the early going as WDB still has a little ring rust to shake off. But the longer the match went on, the more Bryan settled in.

Bryan’s stamina began to fail him at the seventeen minute mark and allowed Blackwell to begin to string together moves. While the Deplorables did their best to try to keep Bryan going, Blackwell started to set up the Prairie Populist for the end.

After grounding Bryan in the middle of the ring, Blackwell slapped on the Katahajime and choked the remaining energy out of him. Blackwell then sent Bryan up and over and emerged as the winner.

William Daniels Bryan eliminated

WINNER: ‘Charlie Wrestling’ Charlie Blackwell @ 18:56

Aftermath? Post-match staredown between both men. Finally, Charlie offered a hand. Bryan paused and thought about it for nearly a minute. Then he shook Blackwell’s hand and raised the winner’s arm in victory.

Johnny Suave: WDB is about ninety-five percent back. The problem is, as Rick pointed out earlier, Charlie Blackwell is running at about one hundred and twenty-five percent of where he was two years ago. I thought Bryan looked much better. Blackwell and Bryan slowly ramped up the tempo to build to something better later on- but that played right into Blackwell’s hands. Bryan ran out of gas late. Blackwell is just at a different level right now and he retains the title. Colleen?

Colleen rolls her eyes and just looks back at him with contempt and distain.

Suave previews the next edition of PCW Political War on P-SPAN…

NEXT TIME ON PCW ON P-SPAN -PCW TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH: Union Jack and James the Auto Worker from the Progressive Alliance vs. PCW Tag Team Champions Rah and Halitosis vs. Jill Berg Enterprises: Kirk Walstreit and P.M.C. Banks -PCW WOMEN’S TITLE MATCH: SEC’s Christa Carmondy vs. PCW Women’s Champion Yosemite Samantha vs. ‘Canadian Cyborg’ Sheline Carrigan -PCW TITLE MATCH: ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay of the Deplorables vs. PCW Champion ‘Anti-Hollywood’ Stone Chism vs. ‘Charlie Wrestling’ Charlie Blackwell

[‘Trumpet Concerto No. 2 in D major – 3 Allegro assai’ begins to play in the background and P-SPAN quickly cuts away to another political event.]

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