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jvpw · 2 years ago

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'WCW POWER HOUR' 01.02.93 Recap + Review - Bagwell & Armstrong vs. Windham & Pillman, Big World Title Announcement

AIRDATE: January 2, 1993 COMMENTATORS: Tony Schiavone & “The Living Legend” Larry Zbyszko

WCW begins their New Year with Power Hour, featuring a tag team main event pitting Brad Armstrong & Marcus Alexander Bagwell against Barry Windham & Brian Pillman, plus some big news as a new World Champion has been crowned…at a house show in Baltimore during the week.

CHAMPIONS

WCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: Big Van Vader

WCW UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: “Ravishing” Rick Rude

WCW WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION: Scott Steiner

WCW/NWA UNIFIED WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: Ricky “The Dragon” Steamboat & Shane Douglas

LINEUP

2 Cold Scorpio vs. Joe Cruz (SQUASH)

Scotty Flamingo vs. Keith Cole (*)

Brad Armstrong & Marcus Alexander Bagwell vs. Barry Windham & Brian Pillman (**1/2)

*****

2 Cold Scorpio vs. Joe Cruz

Right at the bell Schiavone announces some huge news: Big Van Vader is World Champion once again, having defeated Ron Simmons on Wednesday in Baltimore. More to come later today on Saturday Night. Cruz has the weight advantage but not much else and Scorpio easily dispatches him with various aerial moves, including a skin the cat into a slingshot splash and finally a 450 Splash to win.

2 Cold Scorpio defeated Joe Cruz via pinfall (2:44)

JON’S THOUGHTS: Scorpio out here casually busting out 450 Splashes in 1993, turning the crowd into that exploding head guy from Scanners. Love it. (SQUASH)

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-Schiavone and Zbyszko hype the next Clash of the Champions, scheduled for January 13th, which will feature an Arm Wrestling contest between “Heavy Metal” Van Hammer & Tony Atlas.

-CLIP (12/19/92 Worldwide): Van Hammer defeats Ron Simmons to win WCW’s Strongest Arm competition put on by Jesse “The Body” Ventura. Hammer’s ceremony is interrupted by Tony Atlas, who says he was too late to enter the contest but HE’S the one with the strongest arm in WCW.

-PROMOTIONAL CONSIDERATION PAID FOR BY THE FOLLOWING: Zap Pack’s video game trading cards, GI Joe action figures, and Predator 2 for Sega Genesis and Game Gear.

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Scotty Flamingo vs. Keith Cole

Cole overpowers Flamingo to start, keeping control with a side headlock until Flamingo finally stuns him with a belly-to-back suplex. Cole counters an abdominal stretch with a hip toss, Flamingo goes back on the offensive with a series of kicks and a bearhug. Cole won’t stay down though, kicking out of Flamingo’s pinfall attempts and fighting back with lefts and a clothesline. Flamingo catches a charging Cole with an elbow and finishes him off with an airplane spin into a Samoan Drop for the 1…2…3.

Scotty Flamingo defeated Keith Cole via pinfall (4:46)

JON’S THOUGHTS: Flamingo may have gotten the win but Cole looked like the stronger man here, kicking out of every other pinning attempt in rapid fashion. Also it has to be said: Keith Cole has the GREATEST mullet I have ever seen on a human being. It is amazing, the perfect level of trash. Knowing the trajectory of Flamingo’s career in the 90s I have no idea what he’s got left to do in WCW under the gimmick. Could be a Michael Wallstreet circa 91 situation where he just suddenly…vanishes. (*)

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-Teddy Long hypes up the 8-Man ThunderCage scheduled (SCHEDULED) to main event January 13th’s Clash of the Champions special. Clips aplenty play showing the major feuds going into the match (Ron Simmons/Rick Rude, Sting/Big Van Vader, Dustin Rhodes/Barry Windham, Van Hammer/The Barbarian, the final grouping having no real beef with each other but we paired everybody else off so whatever).

-Schiavone and Zbyszko discuss January 13’s scheduled (SCHEDULED) Bounty Match between Erik Watts and Cactus Jack then take it to footage from Jack’s match at last year’s show, a Falls Count Anywhere contest against Van Hammer from the 1.21.92 Clash. It’s a helluva thing mostly thanks to Jack’s bumps but sadly the show does not give us the whole thing, instead cutting to Missy Hyatt mid-move for the next segment. Booo.

-Missy Hyatt wants Erik Watts to make her his manager, as he needs someone to guide him. Cut to a clip from Saturday Night in 1992 where Rick Rude snaps off a Rude Awakening on the concrete floor. Watts makes it to the apron and Rude suplexes him back in…and now we’re back to Hyatt who continues pleading her case for becoming his manager.

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Brad Armstrong & Marcus Alexander Bagwell vs. Barry Windham & “Flyin” Brian Pillman

Windham muscles Armstrong into the corner, Armstrong quickly fights his way out to reset. Armstrong drops Windham with a shoulder tackle followed by a dropkick into a side headlock takeover. Windham counters with a headscissors, Armstrong kicks his way out and a shoving match breaks out before the ref is forced to intervene. Schiavone brings up Armstrong & Windham’s history, the two having battled over the U.S. Heavyweight Championship at the second-ever Clash of the Champions. Pillman, Armstrong’s former Light Heavyweight Championship rival, tags in and gets dropped with an enzuigiri. Pillman misses one of his own, Bagwell tags in and goes after Pillman’s leg to ground the high-flier. Windham tags in, Bagwell surprises him with a dropkick and back body drop. Bagwell brings Windham to the canvas with a side headlock, Windham escapes but eats a pair of dropkicks followed by an armdrag into an armbar. Pillman sneaks a tag in and traps Bagwell in a side headlock. Bagwell catches a flying Pillman with a shot to the midsection followed by a dropkick and armdrag. Pillman sends Bagwell into Windham’s knee, Windham tags in and drives an elbow to the back of the neck. Bagwell fires back but misses a clothesline and Windham puts him into the canvas with a DDT, popping the crowd.

Windham connects with a belly-to-back suplex, Pillman tags in and comes off the buckles with an elbowdrop for the 1…2…Bagwell kicks out, Pillman settles into a chinlock. Pillman tosses Bagwell to the floor behind the ref’s back, avoiding a DQ. Bagwell catches Pillman with a crossbody but Windham ties up the ref too long and only ends up with a one-count at best. Pillman traps Bagwell in an abdominal stretch, Windham pulling on the arm for extra leverage just out of the ref’s view. Bagwell escapes with a hip toss and crawls under Pillman’s legs to make the hot tag to Armstrong. All four men battle in the ring, ref forces Bagwell out and Windham & Pillman hit a proto Total Elimination (Pillman clipping the knee, Windham connecting with a lariat), Pillman covering Armstrong for the 1…2…3!

Barry Windham & Brian Pillman defeated Brad Armstrong & Marcus Alexander Bagwell via pinfall (9:22)

JON’S THOUGHTS: Having jumped from 1991 to 1993 in my WCW lookback I was a little surprised to see Pillman & Windham as a heel tag team given how heated their feud was back in the day, taped fist matches and the like. They worked really well together and I liked the finish a lot. Schiavone bringing up Armstrong’s history with Windham was a nice way to give some flavor to this one and I want to go back and watch that match now. (**1/2)

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-Schiavone and Zbyszko hypes tonight’s Saturday Night, where a tournament will begin to get a shot at Rick Rude’s United States Heavyweight Championship.

*****

FINAL THOUGHTS

Disappointing that we didn’t get the full Van Hammer/Cactus Jack match from last year’s Clash, but besides that Power Hour was a breeze to get through. Main event tag team match was fun, loved seeing 2 Cold Scorpio in action, and the tease about Big Van Vader regaining the World Championship during the week did a good job hyping Saturday Night for later in the day.

#world championship wrestling #wcw #wcw 1993 #wcw power hour #tony schiavone #larry zbyszko #2 cold scorpio #joe cruz #scotty flamingo #keith cole #teddy long #missy hyatt #brad armstrong #marcus alexander bagwell #brian pillman #barry windham

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90s00wcwwwf · 2 years ago

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WCW 1997 December. Fights/results.

1st December 1997: “WCW Monday Nitro Broadcast”: Knoxville, TN – 5,782 sellout (5,115 paid)

($92,914 live gate)

Dark matches: Rick King won a squash match; The Volcano Kid won a squash match.

Nitro: (12/01): Rey Misterio Jr overcame Juventud Guerrera; Hugh Morrus dropped Wrath; Prince Iaukea downed Yuji Nagata; Harlem Heat defeated Meng and The Barbarian; Scott Hall dropped Disco Inferno; The Ultimo Dragon overcame Psicosis; Chris Benoit overturned Kidman; Lex Luger downed Marcus Bagwell by DQ; Diamond Dallas Page rolled over WCW US Champion Curt Hennig by DQ.

8th December 1997: “WCW Monday Nitro Broadcast”: Buffalo, NY – 16,848 sellout (15,101 paid)

($251,698 live gate)

($107,000 merchandise sales)

Dark match: Juventud Guerrera defeated Johnny Swinger

Nitro: (12/08): Ray Traylor defeated Konnan; Steve McMichael beat The Barbarian; Dean Malenko overcame Prince Iaukea; Chris Benoit overturned Lodi; Hugh Morrus toppled Randy Savage by reverse-decision-DQ; Disco Inferno beat WCW TV Champion Perry Saturn to win the title; Marcus Bagwell defeated Lex Luger by count-out; Diamond Dallas Page rolled over Scott Hall by DQ.

9th December 1997: “WCW Saturday Night TV Taping”: Erie, PA – 2,343

($45,472 live gate)

Saturday Night: (12/13): Mortis downed Ernest Miller; Scotty Riggs dropped Bobby Eaton; Steve McMichael overturned Mark Starr; Yuji Nagata defeated Prince Iaukea; Chris Benoit overturned Fit Finlay; Louie Spicolli bested Chavo Guerrero Jr; Meng and The Barbarian defeated Harlem Heat; Dean Malenko overturned Juventud Guerrera; Ray Traylor defeated WCW US Champion Curt Hennig by DQ

Saturday Night: (12/20): Konnan beat Bobby Walker; WCW TV Champion Disco Inferno defeated Johnny Attitude; WCW Cruiserweight Champion Eddie Guerrero overcame Bobby Blaze; Diamond Dallas Page rolled over Roadblock; Dave Taylor defeated Mean Mike; Perry Saturn bested Chris Jericho; Public Enemy downed Scott and Steve Armstrong; Kidman dropped Glacier; Buff Bagwell defeated Lex Luger by DQ.

15th December 1997: “WCW Monday Nitro Broadcast”: Charlotte, NC – 9,320 sellout (8,499 paid)

($146,425 live gate)

($30,000 merchandise sales)

Dark match: The American Patriots defeated The Samoan Swat Team

Nitro: (12/15): WCW TV Champion Disco Inferno defeated Yuji Nagata; Finlay pinned Dean Malenko; Rey Misterio Jr and Juventud Guerrera downed Psicosis and La Parka; Scott Hall bested Chris Jericho; The Steiners toppled Konnan and Scott Norton by DQ; Randy Savage rolled over Booker T; Chris Benoit overturned Scotty Riggs; Marcus Bagwell defeated Lex Luger by DQ; Ric Flair toppled WCW US Champion Curt Hennig by DQ.

16th December 1997: “WCW Saturday Night TV Taping”: Gainesville, GA – 1,800 sellout (1,494 paid)

($13,090 live gate)

Saturday Night: (12/27): Dean Malenko overturned La Parka; Bill Goldberg defeated The Renegade; Ultimo Dragon overcame Psicosis; WCW Cruiserweight Champion Eddie Guerrero overcame Rey Misterio Jr; WCW US Champion Curt Hennig dropped Bobby Eaton; Chris Benoit overturned Perry Saturn by DQ; Booker T defeated Yuji Nagata; WCW World Tag Champions The Steiners bested Public Enemy; Scott Hall battled Ray Traylor to a double-DQ.

Saturday Night: (01/03): Meng dropped Bobby Eaton; Chris Jericho defeated Evan Karagias; Konnan toppled Norman Smiley; Mortis defeated Juventud Guerrera; Steve McMichael overturned Louie Spicolli; Finlay dropped Bobby Walker; Disco Inferno beat Brad Armstrong; Hugh Morrus downed Frankie Lancaster; Barry Darsow and John Nord defeated Disorderly Conduct; Diamond Dallas Page rolled over Curt Hennig by DQ.

22nd December 1997: “WCW Monday Nitro Broadcast”: Macon, GA – 7,615 sellout

Nitro: (12/22): Finlay downed WCW Cruiserweight Champion Eddie Guerrero by count-out; Steve McMichael defeated Meng; Rey Misterio Jr, Juventud Guerrera and Hector Garza beat La Parka, Psicosis and Silver King; Chris Benoit toppled Van Hammer by DQ; Rick Steiner overturned Scott Norton by DQ; WCW US Champion Curt Hennig bested WCW TV Champion Disco Inferno; Harlem Heat dropped Scotty Riggs and Lodi; Marcus Bagwell overcame Chris Jericho; Randy Savage pinned Lex Luger.

28th December 1997: “WCW Starrcade 1997”: Washington, DC – 17,500 sellout (16,052 paid)

($543,000 live gate)

($164,000 merchandise sales)

11,036 tickets were sold on the first day of sale (11/15) for $389,910. By 11/17, 12,501 tickets were sold for $423,431

WCW Cruiserweight Champion Eddie Guerrero pinned Dean Malenko; Randy Savage, Scott Norton and Vincent rolled over The Steiners and Ray Traylor; Bill Goldberg overturned Steve McMichael; Perry Saturn bested Chris Benoit in a no-DQ encounter; Marcus Bagwell downed Lex Luger; Diamond Dallas Page toppled WCW US Champion Curt Hennig to win the title; Sting rolled over WCW World Champion Hulk Hogan to win the title.

29th December 1997: “WCW Monday Nitro Broadcast”: Baltimore, MD – 12,196 sellout (11,040 paid)

($225,339 live gate)

Set new WCW record gate for market.

Nitro: (12/29): Bill Goldberg hammered Glacier; Chris Benoit overturned Van Hammer by DQ; Ultimo Dragon bested WCW Cruiserweight Champion Eddie Guerrero to win the title; WCW US Champion Diamond Dallas Page pinned Mortis; Booker T overcame WCW TV Champion Disco Inferno to win the title; Curt Hennig dropped Chris Jericho; Lex Luger toppled Marcus Bagwell; WCW World Champion Sting battled Hulk Hogan to a no-contest.

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kogo-dogo · 3 years ago

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Okay. No. Look. I need to talk about Scott Steiner. I need you to understand, as a lifelong wrestle enthusiast, that this guy is not just having scenes cherry-picked out of his career. This is legitimately just how he is, sometimes more unintelligible.

He used to be a clean cut, smiling All-American with a mullet until WCW looked at him and whispered, “Be true to yourself, Scottie,” and he immediately started wearing chainmail and screaming about how much sex he gets. Calls himself “Big Poppa Pump.” Spends his time screaming and you have no idea what he’s screaming about, and you can watch people in the ring with him just start looking more and more confused the longer he talks.

He wrestled with his brother, Rick, for a long time, too. And to give you an idea of the difference between these two: Scott is a man in wraparound shades and chainmail who gives some of the most lurid and crazed promos ever. Rick works in real estate.

And watching them work together in Ye Olden Days is insane because Rick is just this little “:)” boy who stands there while Scott is shrieking about, “I AM GONNA GET LAID BY EVERY WOMAN IN THIS ROOM AND THEN IM GONNA SLAM ENERGY DRINKS UNTIL I PUKE” and I can’t tell you how beautiful it is to watch.

#kogoramble #it’s just wonderful #especially once we get Buff Bagwell involved and it becomes #Rick going CAN I PLAY WITH YOU GUYS? :(#and two incredibly buff dudes emotionally pantsing him and high-fiving every time #it’s like watching seven year olds in the body of the hulk

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dollwithavolleygun · 3 years ago

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BACKSTAGE AT MANIA. LET’S GO KIDS.

Part one features: @workraterebecca, @niiightmcre and a very dapper Scotty Steiner on a golf cart.

Whole gallery is here! Be free and click to your hearts delights.

#&work shit;

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chargedshot · 4 years ago

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Beach Blast 1992 Slam-Along

This week Iggy and Kane sit down to watch Beach Blast 1992 and they are in for one snore-fest of a show. Iggy thought that the main event of the evening was Sting vs Cactus Jack and was surprised when he learned there were three matches after that one. Instead, Kane and Iggy talked about how the Star War sequels were a mixed bag and how we would have fixed it, the 90s and 80s animes, how great Gundam Wing was, and much more.

Match Card

Beach Blast 1992 has one dark match that was reported to have occurred before the main show started. Dark matches were not recorded back then so we did not see it as part of the show.

Dark Match

The Junkyard Dog, Tom Zenk and Big Josh vs Tracy Smothers, Richard Morton and Diamond Dallas Page

Main Card

Brian Pillman (c) vs Scotty Flamingo WCW Light Heavyweight Championship Match

Ron Simmons vs Terry Taylor

Marcus Bagwell vs Greg Valentine

Sting vs Cactus Jack

Ricky Steamboat vs Rick Rude 30 Minute Iron Man Match

Dustin Rhodes, Barry Windham and Nikita Koloff vs The Dangerous Alliance (Arn Anderson, Steve Austin and Bobby Eaton) (with Paul E. Dangerously and Madusa)

The Steiner Brothers (Rick Steiner and Scott Steiner) (c) vs Terry Gordy and Steve Williams WCW World Tag Team Championship Match

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blowflyfag · 11 months ago

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: 1995 THE YEAR IN WRESTLING. March 1996

TAG TEAM OF THE YEAR: HARLEM HEAT 22,863 votes

Harlem Heat won their first WCW World tag team title in December 1994. Since then, they’ve lost and regained those belts three times. Indeed, it’s been a tumultuous year for our Tag Team of the Year.

For brothers Booker T and Stevie Ray, it has been the kind of year they completely expected. The brothers have always been determined to make their many detractors look like know-nothings.

“A lot of people,” said Booker, “they like to pass themselves off as experts. Those are the ones who said my brother and me were too slow and too dumb. Well, these belts didn’t appear around our waists by magic. These experts need to take another look at themselves and us!”

Booker and Stevie are both excellent athletes. They enjoy executing spinning kicks and leaping from the top rope. They are not scientific masters, but thanks to Sherri Martel, they have used their talents as well as any tag team ever has.

“Honestly they didn’t impress me at all the first time I looked at them,” said Marcus Bagwell. “I saw two big guys without much skill. I figured Patriot and I wouldn’t have much trouble with them. All they did was take the World tag team title from us.”

That was Harlem Heat’s first World title victory. At Slamboree ‘95, they lost the belts to The Nasty Boys. Then they regained them a few weeks later, There they regained them a few weeks later. Their second title reign was ended by Bunkhouse Bunk and Dick Slater. They won the belts back from Bunk and Slater at Fall Brawl. One night later, they lost them to Bagwell and Scotty Riggs. Nine days later, they regained them yet again.

“At first, I wanted to accuse them of being inconsistent,” wrote Paul Natale of Bangor, Maine. “But then I realized it takes guts and heart to keep rebounding like that and beat four different teams to win the title four times.”

Harlem Heat did all this while fighting the perception that they would just be ordinary contenders if not for Martel. Stevie Ray won’t have it.

“Sister Sherri knows her stuff,” he allowed. “But this all came from me and Booker. We’re champions today because we set out to be champions a long time ago. We’re better than champions. We’re the Tag Team of the Year! We finally got respect!”

No argument there.

RUNNERS-UP

THE SMOKIN’ GUNNS: 15,302 votes

First runner-up: The Gunns, one of the sport’s quickest duos, won their first WWF tag title when they defeated The Kid and Bob Holly one night after the Royal Rumble. After losing the belts to Owen Hart and Yokozuna, they used a feud with Jacob and Eli Blue to work their way back into contention. Their efforts bore fruit. In September, the Gunns regained the title.

OWEN HART AND YOKOZUNA: 13,283 votes

Second runner-up: Call them wrestling’s odd couple. Who would have expected a skilled 227-pound mat technician to mesh so well with a massive 568-pound sumo star? During their five-month run as WWF World tag team champions, Owen and Yoko must have surprised even themselves. They learned to put their individual egos aside and may have been the year’s most feared twosome.

RICK AND SCOTT STEINER: 10,021 votes

Third runner-up: The brothers Steiner are still a top-fight tag team, but they didn’t win any titles this year; we suspect their high finish in the voting came mainly as a result of name recognition. The Steiners were big stars in New Japan, though, and have been competing and winning regularly in ECW over the past few months. The fans haven't forgotten them.

VOTES FOR OTHERS (14,921)

Some of the top vote-getters who did not capture a runner-up spot include: Tony Anthony and Tracey Smothers, Marcus Bagwell and Scotty Riggs, Bunkhouse Buck and Dick Slater, Bobby Eaton and Lord Steven Regal, The Gangstas, The Heavenly Bodies, PG-13, Public Enemy, Raven and Stevie Richards, and Al Snow and Unibomb.

#harlem heat #wcw #world championship wrestling #sherri martel #sister sherri #booker t #Stevie Ray #PWI #pro wrestling illustrated #magazine scan #magazine transcript #1990s #PWI 1990s #1996

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hogibebeleri · 5 years ago

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- A -

Aaron Johnson - Leo Constantine

Aaron Tveit - Ezekiel Wymond

Abbey Lee Kershaw - S

Adam Brody - Cedric P. Powell

Adelaide Kane - Alana Windsor

Aidan Turner - Blaise Lynch

Alicia Vikander - Lily Marzia Lewis

Alona Tal - Claire Jenkins

Alycia Debnam Carey - Faith Franchot

Amber Heard - Edith Mori de Oliveira & Aureola Diana

Amy Poehler - Apple Corin

Ana de Armas - Riley Polanco

AnnaSophia Robb - Olivia Maeve

Andrew Garfield - Christen Austen

Andrew Lincoln - Desmond

Andy Samberg - Milo Dexter

Anna Christine Speckhart - Maria Sparrow

Anna Kendrick - June Lynwood

Ansel Elgort - Landon Scotty

Armie Hammer - Nikolai Fedosov

Ash Stymest - Wilford Grayson

Ashley Benson - Lexie Mallaith

Astrid Berges-Frisbey - Anthea Harrison

Aubrey Plaza - Zoya Everdene

- B -

Barbara Palvin - Annie Lancaster

Bella Heathcote - Fern Weinberg

Bill SkarsgÃ¥rd - Hermes Wolfhart

Boyd Holbrook - Hugo Montague

Bradley Cooper - Adonis Dard

Brett Dalton - Aldous Riordan

Brian J. Smith - Ä°.

Brit Marling - Euria Madlyn

- C -

Candice Accola - Evanora Eckhart

Carey Mulligan - Ophelia Delfino

Charlie Cox - Darcy Hemingway

Charlie Weber - Wardell Jon

Chloe Bennett - Miroslawa Waljewski

Chris Pine - Azure Welkin

Chris Pratt - Dux Stanton

Chris Wood - Atlas

Christian Bale - Mars Brant

Christian Cooke - Conor Lynton

Chyler Leigh - Cassandra Evans

Claire Holt - Karyna Gwen

Clark Gregg - Christopher Hart

Courtney Eaton - Night Haven

- D -

Daisy Ridley - Monica Myles

Dakota Johnson - Barbie Riley

Dan Stevens - Damien Delacroix

Daniel Radcliffe - Michael Genim

Daniel Sharman - Clementine Quinton

Danielle Campbell - Calista Apostolou

David Tennant - Hunter Chandra

Dianna Agron - Isis Chamberlain

Domhnall Gleeson - Jules E. Lincoln

Dominic Cooper - Quentin J. Lloyd

Dominic Sherwood - Dimitri Wolf

Douglas Booth - Vasco Delacour

Dylan O''brien - Nathaniel Hawkins

Dylan Sprayberry -Ove Stanford

- E -

Eddie Redmayne - S

Ebba Zingmark - Eloine Heaven

Eiza Gonzalez - Veronika Boleslava

Eleanor Tomlinson - Calleigh Gardenar

Elizabeth Debicki - Pippa Voughan

Elizabeth Henstridge - Gwendoline Cler

Elizabeth Olsen - Corinne Constantine

Eleanor Tomlinson - Calleigh Gardenar

Ella Purnell - Dolu

Elle Fanning - Rosie Van Laren

Ellen Page - Lydia Carrington

Elodie Yung - S

Emeraude Toubia - Elena Dimitriou

Emma Stone - Alexandra Zaleski

Emilia Clarke - Maya Davenport

Emilie De Ravin - Astrid Blanche

Emily Bett Rickards - Ocean Highmore

Emily Blunt - Lilla Arverne

Emily Browning - Ava Marlowe

Emily Deschanel - Hannah Montiel

Emily Didonato - Vera Isabel

Emmy Rossum - Vivian Gardner

Emily Rudd - Antje Griet

Erin Richards - Glory Constance

Eva Green - Verena Gray

Evan Peters - Viktor Chekov

Evangeline Lilly - Blue Marchand

Ewan McGregor - Acse Lemoine

Ezra Miller - Eugene Irwin

- F -

Felicity Jones - Macey Raphaelle

Felix Kjellberg - Silvestre CÃ©sar

Finn Jones - Buster

Freya Mavor - Olivia Fitzgerald

- G -

Gabriel Luna - JosÃ© Espina

Gaia Weiss - Freya Kjellfrid

Gal Gadot - Cerys Ryan

Garrett Hedlund - Vitto Carlevaro

Gemma Arterton - Sabetha Belrossa

Georgina Haig - Calypso

Gigi Hadid - Mitchie Finnegan

Gina Rodriguez - Ida Castillo

Grace Phipps - Mia Kayleigh

Gustaf SkarsgÃ¥rd - Vincent Valente

- H -

Haley Bennett - Graciela de la Fuente

Hannah Simone - S

Harry Lloyd - Valentin Veaceslav

Hayden Christensen - Kristoff E. Petrov

Hayden Panettiere - Skyla Chavira

Hayley Atwell - Carmela di Chimici

Henry Cavill -Â Chester Norton

Hunter Parrish - Francis Rousseau

Hwang Jung Eum - Hana Godfrey

Ian De Caestecker - J.C. Murphy

Isabel Lucas - Helen Ambrosia

- J -

Jack O''Connell - Roy Whesker

Jai Courtney - TÃ©o Teixeira

Jake Johson - Tony Thompson

James Franco - N/ash Carrington

James McAvoy - Sebastian Van Laren

Jamie Chung - Irene Weitz

Jane Levy -Â Elsie Rodgers

Jasmine Sanders -Â Liesje Lijsbeth

Jason Statham - Rafael Romero

Jay Baruchel - Cal J.W. Fox

Jeffrey Dean Morgan - Zed O''Callaghan

Jenna-Louise Coleman - Cecilia D. Chandler

Jennifer Morrison - Penny Black

Jensen Ackles - Florian W. Hoffman

Jeon Jeongguk - Jeon Jeongguk

Jeremy Renner - Dorian Dixon

Jesse Soffer - Grover Alen

Jessica De Gouw - Vera Guthrie

Ji Sung - Yong Jae Sun

JoAnna Garcia Swisher - Pacifica

Joe Gilgun - Desmond Gallagher

Johanna Braddy - Reva Keegan

John Krasinski - Jesse Wescott

Jon Kortajarena - Aaron Anderson

Josefine Frida Pettersen - Dolu

Jude Law - Andrei Pavlov

Julian Morris - Wesley Franklin

Julianne Hough - Madelyn Weaver

- K -

Karen Fukuhara - Yuki Nakashima

Karen Gillan - Emma Fray (<33)

Kate Mara - Tuesday Beckett

Kate Mckinnon - Myrna Morgenstern

Katherine McNamara - Norene Harland

Kaya Scodelario - Quinn Jenae

Keira Knightley - Mystral Roux

Kevin Zegers - Damon Wallner

Kit Harington - Joel Paxton

Kristen Bell - Vivien Rouge

Krysten Ritter - Iris Thorne

- L-

Lauren Cohan - Wonder B.

Leighton Meester - Anastacia Bouvier

Leonardo diCaprio - Jerry Arlexa

Lily Collins - Frankie Chandra

Lily James -Â AnaÃ¯s V. Grimaldi

Lindy Booth - Camilla Weitz

Lindsey Morgan - Zenobia

Lizzy Caplan - Ramona Fade

Logan Lerman -Â Harley Langley

Luana Perez - Elizabeth Burton

Lucy Hale -Â Sheri Payne

Lyndsy Fonseca - Daisy de la Vina

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Mads Mikkelsen - Ä°

Maeve Dermody - Athena Zoega

Maia Mitchell -Â Lynda Stine

Margot Robbie - Josie Lesniewski

Maria Valverde - Valerija Roque

Marie Avgeropoulos - Ljubica Solvej

Marion Cotillard - Marika Lamora

Martin WallstrÃ¶m - Fabio Chepe

Mary Elizabeth Winstead - Amelie Steiner

Matt Hitt - Douglas Roswell

Matt McGorry - Corbin Renwick

Matthew Daddario - Diego Mendoza

Matthew Gray Gubler - Patrick Descoteaux

Max Irons - Marc Janko

Max Riemelt - Ziggy Hildebrand

Melanie Martinez - D

Melissa Benoist - Charlotte Evans

Melissa Fumero - Catherine Winters

Michael Fassbender - Franco Locatelli

Miguel Ãngel Silvestre - Rico A. Moreno

Min Yoongi - Min Yoongi

Morena Baccarin - Tulip Talitha

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Natalie Dormer - Gem Julep

Nick Blood - Isaac Wyatt

Nick Offerman - Alfred Castillo

Nico Mirallegro - Jack Daniels

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau - Theos Volantis

Nina Dobrev - Emmaline Winslow

Norman Reedus - Harley Harford

Noomi Rapace - Yulia Utkin

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Olesya Rulin - Ceku BalÄ±m

Olga Kurylenko - Zelda Croft

Olivia Holt -Â Rylee Cantrell

Oscar Isaac - Aldo C. Ferreiro

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Paul Rudd - Marco Polo

Paula Patton - Winter Willford

Penelope Mitchell -Â Caitlyn Weatherly

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Rachel McAdams - NavoÅŸ Lancaster

Rashida Jones - Jean Cardellini

Rebel Wilson -Â Lauren Dwyer

Reeve Carney - Dylan Breckendridge

Richard Madden - Tristan Windsor

Rinko Kikuchi - S

Rosario Dawson - Eve Blanchett

Rosamund Pike - Daniela Carlevaro

Rose McIver - Skyler Freestone

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley - Leona Lane

Ruth Negga - Lara Tailler

- S -

Sabrina Carpenter - Louise Linn

Sam Claflin - Mathias Clayton

Sarah Gadon - Nina Buchvarov

Sarah Hyland - Marceline Apostolou

Sebastian Stan - Maximillian di Chimici

Seychelle Gabriel - Leila Beaumont

Scarlett Johansson - Diamontina Dixon

Shailene Woodley - Joy Cappella

Shantel Vansanten - D

Shelley Hennig - Nora Simmons

Sophia Bush - D

Sophie Cookson - Rain Gisbourne

Summer Glau - Rhea Crisanta

- T -

Taron Egerton - Caleb Lysander

Tatiana Maslany - Margo Wiggins & Felicia Makovecz

Taylor Marie Hill - Milla Alexander

Taylor Swift - Melanie Phoenix

Teresa Palmer - Dora Desjardins

Theo James - Keiro Padmore

Tom Ellis - Hector A. Whittemore

Tom Felton - Alpha Rigorous

Tom Hardy - Dito Delfino

Tom Hiddleston - Newton F. Windsor

Tom Holland - Flynn Holdsworth

Tom Mison - Armitage Cromwell

Toni Garrn - Audrey Tyler

Torrey Devitto - D

Travis Fimmel - Forrest Dickson

Tuppence Middleton - Mia Santiago

- U/Ãœ -

- V -

Victoria Justice - Lotus van Boven & Selo

- X -

Xavier Samuel -Â August FridtjofÂ

- W -

Will Smith - Dante di Mercurio

Willa Holland - Ethea Middlesworth

- Y -

- Z -

Zendaya - Izzy McGowan

Zoe Kazan - D

ZoÃ« Kravitz - Thalia Hardy

Zoe Saldana - Kiara Kingsley

Zooey Deschanel - Hailey Montiel

Zoey Deutch - Myra Blackbourne

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mrepstein · 5 years ago

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Brian Epstein’s Address & Telephone Book

A small leather bound pocket address and telephone book that was owned and used by Brian Epstein. The book dates to 1967 and it consists of pages of addresses and telephone numbers some of which are typed, some of which are in Epstein’s hand and some which have been added by hand on his behalf. // (click HERE to view more pages from the book)

The book contains a total of 404 entries - a selection of them are listed below:

ATV Ltd

ABC Television Ltd

AIR London Ltd.

Tom Arnold Ltd

Neil Aspinall

Artistes Car Hire

Annabels [nightclub]

Alexander’s Restaurant

Ashley Steiner Famous [talent agency]

Al Aronowitz

Atlantic Records

Eric Andersen

Bob Anthony

Bryce Hanmer & Co [accounting firm]

Bedford, Okrent & Co

BBC Television Centre

BBC Broadcasting House

Al Brodax

Cilla Black

Mr. & Mrs. Tony Barrow

Mr. & Mrs Don Black

Bryan Barrett

Jack Barclay Ltd [Bentley dealership]

Peter Brown

Mr. & Mrs. B. Bullough

Mr. & Mrs J. Bullough

Miss J. Balmer

Mr. &. Mrs. Ivan Bennett

Eric Burdon

Francisco Bermudez

Lionel Bart

David Bailey

Bag O’Nails

Tony Barlow

Ray Bartell

Rodney Barnes

Bruno One Restaurant

Sid Bernstein

Kenn Brodziak

Leonard Bernstein

Al Bennett

Beverly Hills Hotel

Brian Bedford

Scotty Bower

David Ballman

Bob Bonis

Bill Buist

Arthur Buist

Dr. Norman Cowan

Curzon House Club

Crockfords Club

Clermont Club

Cromwellian Club

Paddy Chambers

Radio Caroline

Michael Codron

Cap-Estel Le

Mr. & Mrs. J. Cassen

Columbia Pictures Ltd

Eric Clapton

Capitol Records Mexico

Michael Cooper

Roger Curtis

Neil Christian

Maureen Cleave

Thomas Clyde

Cash Box

CBS Records Ltd

Denny Cordell

William Cavendish

Caprice Restuarant

David Charkham

Capitol Records

Columbia Broadcasting System

Bob Crewe

May Cunnell

Car Hire Co. for Lincoln

Dr. Kenneth Chesky

Capitol Records (Voyle Gilmore)

Irving E. Chezar

Danny Cleary

Bobby Colomby

Bob Casper

Andre Cadet

Daily Express

Disc & Music Echo

Decca Records

Bernard Delfont Ltd

Bernard Delfont

Noel Dixon

Jimmy Douglas

Chris Denning

Simon Dee

Rik Dane

Dolly’s [nightclub]

Hunter Davies

Terry Doran

Pat Doncaster

Norrie Drummond

Alan David

John Dunbar

Peter Dalton

Kappy Ditson

Robert Dunlap

Robert L. David

Diana Dors

Ivor Davis

Tom Dawes

Brandon de Wilde

Don Danneman

Malcolm Evans

Clive J. Epstein

Mr. & Mrs. H. Epstein

EMI Records Ltd

EMI Studios

Geoffrey Ellis

Etoile Restaurant

Tim Ellis

Terry Eaton

Kenny Everett

John East

Bob Eubanks

Esther Edwards

Ahmet Ertegun

Alan Freeman

David Frost

Georgie Fame

Robert Fraser

Andre Fattacini

Dan Farson

Billy Fury

Barry Finch

Marianne Faithfull

Robert Fitzpatrick

Warren Frederikson

John Fisher

Danny Fields

Francis Fiorino

Dr. Geoffrey Gray

Hamish Grimes

Derek Grainger

Rik Gunnell

Rik Gunnell Agency Ltd

Derrick Goodman & Co.

Peter Goldman

Christopher Gibbs

David Garrick

Geoffrey Grant

Mick Green

John P. Greenside

Michael Gillet

General Artists Corp.

John Gillespie

Voyle Gilmore

George Greif

Ren Grevatt

Milton Goldman

M. Goldstein

Gary Grove

Henry Grossman

Mr. & Mrs. Berrell Hyman

Doreen Hyman

Mr. & Mrs. Basil J. Hyman

Mrs. A. Hyman

Steve Hardy

H. Huntsman & Son Ltd

Simon Hayes

Frankie Howerd

Henry Higgins

Chris Hutchins

Tony Howard

Wendy Hanson

Marty Himmel

Casper Halpern

John Heska

Ricky Heiman

Joe Hunter

Ty Hargrove

Hullabaloo.

Walter Hofer

M.A. Jacobs & Son

David Jacobs [lawyer]

Dick James Music Ltd

Mr. & Mrs. D. James

Mick Jagger

Brian Jones

Michael Jeffries

Drummond Jackson

David Jacobs [d.j.]

Brian Joyce

Gerry Justice

Gibson Kemp

Johnathan King

Mr. & Mrs Maurice Kinn

Kingsway Recording Studios

Ashley Kozac

Kafetz Camera Ltd.

Reg King

Andrew Koritsas

Ed Kenmore

Walker Kundzicz

John Kurland

Murray Kauffman

Larry Lamb

Martin Landau

Kit Lambert

Dick Lester

Mr. & Mrs. Vic Lewis

Tony Lynch

Radio London

Mike Leander

John Lyndon

Bernard Lee

Kenny Lynch

Denny Laine

Lomax Alliance

Ed Leffler

David G. Lowe

Richard W. Lean

Goddard Lieberson

Laurie Records

Liberty Records

London Records

Alan Livingston

Melody Maker

Peter Murray

Keith Moon

Mr. & Mrs. G. Martin

Mr. & Mrs. Brian Matthew

Midland Bank Limited

Vyvienne Moynihan

Gerry Marsden

Ian Moody

Michael McGrath

Cathy McGowan

Mr. & Mrs. J. McCartney

Albert Marrion

Robin Maughan

Peter Maddok

Gordon Mills

Brian McEwan

John Mendell Jnr.

Marshall Migatz

Fred Morrow

Chruch McLaine

Vincent Morrone

Jeffrey Martin Co.

Gavin Murrell

Dean Martin

Gordon B. McLendon

Sal Mineo

Scott Manley

Bernard Mavnitte

Verne Miller

John Neville

Joanne Newfield

Tommy Nutter

Francisco Neuner

Tatsuji Nagasima

New Musical Express

NEMS Enterprises Ltd

Graham Nash

Nemperor Artists Ltd

Louis Nizer

Bob Nauss

Gene Narmore

George H. Ornstein

Olympic Sound Studios

A. L. Oldham

Myles Osternak

Roy Onsborg

Col. Tom Parker

Jerry Pam

Plaza Hotel

PAN AM. rep

Bob Perlman

Allen Pohju

Robert H. Prech

John Pritchard

Prince Of Wales Theatre

Don Paul

Sean Phillips

Jon Pertwee

Ricki Pipe

Dr. D. A. Pond

David Puttnam

David Puttnam Associates

Tom Parr

Harry Pinsker

Kenneth Partridge

Larry Parnes

Priory Nursing Home

Viv Prince

Steve Paul

Radnor Arms [pub]

Leo Rost

Keith Richard

Record Mirror

Dolly Robertson-Ward

Charles Ross

Rules Restuarant

Marian Rainford

Bobby Roberts

Bill Rosado

Vic Singh

Speakeasy [club]

Simon and Marijke

Simon Shops

Judith Symons

Keith Skeel

Tony Sharman

Simon Scott

Barrie Summers

John Singleton

Squarciafichi

Don Short

Dr. Walter Strach

Walter Shenson

John Sandoe Ltd

Bobby Shafto

Harry South

Brian Sommerville

Robert Stigwood

David Shaw

Chris Stamp

Aaron Schroeder

Stephen, Jacques & Stephen [law firm]

Leo Sullivan

Gene Schwann

Herb Schlosser

Gary Smith

Jim Stewart [co-founder, Stax Records]

John Simon

Jerry N. Schatzberg

Lex Taylor

Robert Shoot

Lauren Stanton

St. Regis Hotel

Eric Spiros

Howard Soloman

Taft Limousine Corp

[Sidney] Traxler (lawyer)

T.W.A. Ken S. Fletcher [director, public relations, TWA]

Derek & Joan Taylor

T.W.A. (Victor Page)

Martin Tempest

Evelyn Taylor

Twickenham Studios

Kenneth Tynan

Alistair Taylor

F. T. Turner & Son Ltd.

R. S. Taylor

Michael Taylor

George Tempest

Norm Talbott

United Artists Corp Ltd

U.P.I.

Klaus & Christine Voormann

V.I.P. Travel Ltd

Mark Warman

Gary Walker

Robert Whitaker

Peter Watkins

Peter Weldon

Mrs. Freda Weldon

Alan Warren

Orson Welles

Sir David Webster

Alan Williams

Dennis Wiley

Terry Wilson

Nathan Weiss

Norman Weiss

Gerry Wexler

Murial Young

Bernice Young

Peter Zorcon

#Brian Epstein #handwriting #60s

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celestialvoid-fanfiction · 6 years ago

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Our Last Moments, Together

Stiles and Scott have been taken by the Grave Digger and buried underground. The team has eight hours to find them.

Scene stealer, based on BONES season 2 episode 9.

Stiles let out a weak groan as he blinked his eyes open, his head pounding and the air hot filling his lungs as he drew in shallow breaths. His eyes were heavy as he blinked them open, the muffled sound of a radio reaching his ears. He could see the green glow of the car radio, his surroundings lit by the dull light of the overhead light.

He pushed himself upright, wincing at the searing pain that tore through his body. His hand shook as he lifted it to the back of his neck, feeling the tender, bruised skin and the swollen welt.

He turned off the radio and fell back against his seat, bursts of light filling his darkness as he tried to focus, tried to remember what had happened. He was investigating a case: two boys – Ethan and Aiden Steiner – were buried alive in a silo, held at ransom but their father had been too late.

There was a quiet groan from the back seat.

Stiles wheeled around, his eyes focused on the figure slumped in the back seat.

“Scott?” he gasped. He pushed himself out of his seat and climbed in between the front seats, looking at his friend. His heart lurched into his throat when he saw Scott’s leg; his shin had been torn open, blood soaking the leg of his pants. The metallic stench was sickening. “Scott, what happened to your leg?”

Scott let out another groan. He blinked his hazy eyes open, looking around. “Where—where are we?”

“We’re buried alive,” Stiles answered. “I think he got us.”

“Who?” Scott asked.

“The Grave Digger.”

Derek pressed play on the voice message, the distorted voice ringing through the speaker.

“Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall have been buried alive. Wire transfer eight million dollars to the following Grand Cayman account or they will suffocate to death. Upon receiving the wire transfer I will provide you with Stilinski and McCall’s G.P.S. coordinates. You have eight hours. This will be my last communication.”

“He learnt from the Steiner boys,” Derek said, his voice tense. “He got two of them. He cut the deadline in half.”

He glanced over to where Isaac set up his tablet, a timer set – eight hours from when Derek had gotten the message – and ticking down.

“But why is he demanding so much?” Lydia asked. “He’s always been so understanding about how much the person he’s demanding the money from can raise in the time given.”

“I don’t know,” Derek said. “All I know is Stiles was on his way to the library before heading home.”

“Scott went after him to tell him something,” Allison added.

“So what do we do?” Isaac asked.

“We keep investigating the case,” Derek answered. He turned to Isaac. “I need you to find out what it was Scott wanted to tell Stiles. Lydia, check the evidence again, see if there’s anything we might have overlooked.”

“What do I do?” Allison asked.

“Call Melissa,” Derek said. “Let her know what’s going on. I’ll call Stiles’ dad.”

“Where are we?” Scott asked again, his unfocused eyes taking in their surroundings.

“Buried,” Stiles repeated. “Underground.”

“I don’t remember how I got here,” Scott said.

“I think the Grave Digger ran you down when you tried to stop him from taking ma and then pumped you full of drugs to ruin your short-term memory,” Stiles said.

“Same as Ethan Steiner.”

Stiles nodded.

Scott looked around at the interior of the car. “How long have we been down here?”

“I don’t know,” Stiles admitted. “Two hours, I think.”

“So let’s say this vehicle has twenty percent oxygen, two people…” Scott shook his head. “My brain’s not working.” He dragged his hand down his face. “If we started with twelve hours of air, we’ll be unconscious in ten,” he said. “After that, if no one pays the ransom, we’re…”

“Dead,” Stiles finished. “We’re going to be fine.”

Stiles pushed himself back into the front seat, grabbing his bag from the foot hole and emptying it on the passenger’s seat. He emptied his pockets and began to sort through what they had.

“Two bottles of water, a mini first-aid kit, ibuprofen, a digital camera with a backup battery, a book, some pens, and a cell phone with no battery,” he listed.

“Two,” Scott corrected, digging his phone out of his back pocket and passing it to Stiles.

“Two cell phones with no battery,” Stiles said, setting the phone down on the seat.

“And this.” Scott pulled a small vial out of his pocket.

Stiles cocked an eyebrow. “Perfume?”

“For Allison,” he explained. “Nothing says ‘I love you’ like perfume, right?”

Scott flinched, wincing.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asked.

“My leg,” Scott wheezed, tears pricking his eyes.

Stiles shuffled back between the seats, helping Scott lift his foot onto the centre console.

“I think you might have compartment syndrome,” Stiles said, studying Scott’s leg.

“Is it terminal?” Scott asked. “I mean, within the next few hours?”

“No,” Stiles answered. “But it is going to get painful.”

“More painful than now?”

Stiles nodded. “Slip-into-shock-and-die painful.”

“And there’s nothing we can do about it?” Scott asked, the dull light casting shadows across his worried face.

“There is,” Stiles said. “But I’m not a doctor, Scott.”

“I know, but if anyone can do it, Stiles, it’s you.”

“It’s fifty-fifty, Scotty,” Stiles said. “If I do this, then I could send you into shock and kill you sooner.”

“The upside? Me not breathing doubles your survival time,” Scott said reassuringly.

Stiles shook his head. “I’m not interested in surviving that way.” He let out a measured breath. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

“Can you walk me through what you’re going to do?” Scott asked. “So I can ready myself for it.”

“I’m going to make a long incision in the fascia and squeeze the blood out to release the pressure in your leg,” Stiles explained.

“How long is a ‘long incision’?” Scott asked. “Actually, don’t tell me.”

Stiles grabbed the book from the passenger’s seat and a pen, passing them back to Scott.

He didn’t have to be told what to do, he took the pen and tore a page from the book, hastily scribbling a note before folding it and slipping it into his pocket.

Stiles opened the mini med kit, finding bandages and gauze. He grabbed another pen, using his phone to smash the plastic to a sharp point. He rolled up Scott’s pant leg and poured some water over Scott’s leg, clearing away some of the dry blood.

“Wait,” Stiles carefully dug into Scott’s wound, pulling out a sliver of blood soaked, coloured aluminium.

“What’s that?” Scott asked.

“Evidence of what happened to you,” Stiles said, grabbing the book and setting it between the pages.

He shrugged off his jacket and rolled it up, sliding it beneath Scott’s ankle. He turned back to Scott.

“Ready?” he asked.

Scott pulled up his shirt, bunching it in his mouth and biting down into the fabric. He wound his arms around the arm rest and the cushioning of the back seat, digging his fingers in.

“It’ll be best if I do this fast and without empathy,” Stiles said. “And don’t try to fight passing out.”

Scott nodded.

Stiles let out a measured breath. He pressed the jagged edge of the broken pen against Scott’s leg, pushing down until it broke the skin.

Scott cried out, his screams muffled by the shirt in his mouth. Tears streamed down his face as Stiles tore open his leg, blood streaming from the wound. His cries died out as his eyes fluttered shut and his body fell limp against the car door.

The blaring horn woke him with a start. He bolted upright with a gasp, wincing as throbbing pain flooded his head.

“Shit,” Stiles gasped, clutching a hand to his chest. He let out a heavy sigh. “Thank God, I didn’t kill you.”

Scott offered him a weak, reassuring smile. “How long was I unconscious?”

“A while,” Stiles answered. “How’s your leg?”

“Better.” His brow furrowed with confusion as he looked over the shoulder of the driver’s seat at Stiles. “What are you doing?”

“Hot-wiring the phone to the horn to give it enough of a charge that we can send a message,” Stiles explained.

“From underground?”

“We get radio reception,” Stiles pointed out, nodding towards the car radio. “Direct current of the 12-volt will burn out the circuits in a 4.2-volt cell phone in a microsecond unless I jury-rig a resistor. That might buy us just enough time to send a single burst transmission. Derek or my dad can trace it to the nearest cell phone relay tower.”

“Smart,” Scott said. “Where did you learn this stuff?”

“Parrish,” Stiles answered. He glanced over his shoulder with a panicked expression. “Please don’t tell my dad.”

Scott let out a quiet laugh. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He watched Stiles for a moment. “And what message shall we send, ‘Goodbye’? ‘Nice knowing you’?”

“What are we surrounded by?” Stiles asked, ignoring his question.

“Pain, despair, and a subsoil accumulation of agglutinate aridisols.,” Scott answered.

Stiles looked over his shoulder, levelling his gaze on Scott.

“Ash,” Scott reiterated. He grabbed a handful of the dirt that was scattered across the back seat and sniffed at it. “Hits of nitrogen and sulfur.”

“So, where are we?” Stiles prompted, turning his attention back to wiring the phone.

“Coal country,” Scott answered. “Virginia.”

“We need more than that,” Stiles said.

“Pass me the laser pen” Scott said.

Stiles reached over to the seat beside him and passed it back to Scott.

“We need benzophenone.”

“What?”

“Benzophenone,” Scott repeated. “It’s in soaps, plastic packaging, sunscreen.”

“We don’t have any sunscreen,” Stiles replied.

“The perfume,” Scott said, pointing to the vial on the passenger’s seat. “And the camera.”

Stiles passed them both back.

Scott used his teeth to pry open the perfume’s lid, pouring it into the handful of dirt he had cupped in his hand.

“It smells nice,” Stiles said.

Scott set the empty vial down and picked up the camera, switching it on. The camera whirred, the flash blinding as he took a photo of the handful of dirt. He looked at the photo displayed on the digital screen, straightening with excitement as he said, “I know where we are.”

“How fast’s your texting?” Stiles asked.

“Lightning quick,” Scott answered.

Stiles passed him back the hot-wired phone. “You have about four seconds to enter a message and hit speed dial. You ready?” Stiles asked, holding his palm against the worn leather of the car horn, waiting.

Scott drew in a deep breath, his thumbs over they keypad. “Ready.”

“Three, two, one.” Stiles slammed his hand down on the horn.

The baring sound filled the small space as Scott rapidly typed the message. The phone sparked, electricity crackling as the rancid smell of smoke burnt their nostrils.

Scott yelped as the current shocked his hands and the screen went black.

Stiles took his hand off the horn, the two of them staring at the dead phone. “Did… Did it send?” he asked.

“I think so,” Scott answered, uncertain.

“Eight million?” John repeated, stunned. Fear and helplessness filled him. “I don’t have that kind of money.”

“I do,” Derek confessed. “My family has bonds and property. If we can’t find them in time, I’ll pay.”

“I can’t ask that of you,” John said.

“Stiles is my friend,” Derek said. “I want him back too.”

John opened his mouth to say something when Derek’s phone chimed.

He fished it out of his pocket. His heart skipped a beat when he read the name.

“It’s Stiles,” he called out, quickly writing out the message on the nearby whiteboard for everyone to see.

6 7 16 M1.4

“Does it mean anything to anyone?”

They shook their heads.

“They’re getting low on oxygen,” Lydia said. “Hypoxia leads to confusion.”

“It’s Stiles,” Derek interrupted, his voice firm. “It means something.”

“It’s not a G.P.S. location,” John said.

“It doesn’t matter,” Isaac said quietly.

“IT does matter,” Derek snapped.

The boy shook his head, pointing at the timer.

0.00.03

0.00.02

0.00.01

0.00.00

“We’re out of time,” Isaac rasped.

“No,” Derek growled. “We can’t give up.”

“Derek—" Lydia said quietly.

“This is Stiles and Scott we’re talking about. They can be idiots a lot of the time, but they worked out how to do this—” He gestured at the code on the whiteboard. “You think they didn’t they somehow found a way to extend their air supply? I’m not giving up until we find them.”

“Who was it meant to get to?” Allison asked, her eyes focused on the code.

“Stiles’ phone to mine,” Derek answered. “So, it was meant for me?”

“But it means nothing to you?” Allison asked.

Derek shook his head.

“What if it wasn’t Stiles texting?” Isaac asked.

“It was Scott,” John offered.

“So, it’s meant for Allison,” Lydia said.

“But it’s numbers,” Allison said. “So, it’s meant for Lydia.”

“Scott would have written poetry for Allison.”

Lydia stared at the code, her jade eyes misted with thought. “It’s not math,” she said. “Six, seven, sixteen: carbon, nitrogen, and sulfur on the periodic table. They’re buried in coal-rich soil.”

“Keep going,” Derek encouraged.

“The mineral components in coal are all the same. It’s the organic components that provide a unique fingerprint. They’re called macerals. They fluoresce at different levels. A reflectance of 1.4 is quite rare, suggesting a high concentration of inertinite.”

“Tell me you know what that means,” Derek pleaded.

Lydia’s eyes lit up. “I know where they are.”

Stiles slumped against his seat, skin soaked with sweat. His lips trembled, hot air dancing across his lips. His eyes were growing heavy and his vision as blurring. He felt lethargic, his body aching as he pulled his shirt up and wiped the sweat and dirt away from his face.

He grabbed the broken pen he had used to operate on Scott and climbed into the back seat.

“What are you doing?” Scott asked, watching Stiles pull down the flap in the centre seat that opened up into the boot.

“Hoping for a miracle,” Stiles whispered as he reached into the darkness. “Don’t talk. Save your breath.”

His hands patted the old carpet until his fingers brushed up against something solid. ‘Thank God’, he mouthed as he reached further into the boot and pulled the spare tyre forward. He grabbed the broken pen and slammed it into the side of the tyre, grunting as he strained to pierce the thick rubber.

There was a quiet hiss.

Stiles pulled the pen out, listening to the air that rushed out of the punctured tyre.

Stiles and Scott both leaned towards it, drawing in breaths as relief filled their body.

“That’s not going to last us,” Scott rasped. “Why prolong the inevitable?”

“Derek will find us,” Stiles whispered.

“You have a lot of faith in him,” Scott said.

“Not faith,” Stiles replied. “I’ve seen what he can do. I know he’ll find us.”

“We’re buried underground, running out of air, we have no idea if our message got out there, let along if anyone understood it; what you have is faith,” Scott said.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile a bit.

Scott nodded to the punctured spare tyre. “How long will that ask?”

“Long enough for me to try one last thing,” Stiles said. “But it’ll kill us.”

“What is it?” Scott asked.

“The air bags.”

“They aren’t actually full of air,” Scott pointed out.

“I know. I’m going to use them to blow our way out of here,” Stiles said. He climbed back into the front seat.

“Using the explosives from the air bags? That could defiantly kill us.”

“So will doing nothing,” Stiles pointed out.

“I’m scared to ask where you learnt this,” Scott said.

“Parrish,” Stiles answered. “He was int eh bomb squad before he got a transfer.”

“So, what’s going to happen?” Scott asked hesitantly.

“I’m not really an explosives expert but the dash might shape the charge enough to blow out the windshield,” Stiles answered. “If we’re less that four feet below the surface, the charge could blow is to freedom.”

“And if we’re buried more than four feet beneath the surface?” Scott asked.

Stiles hesitated for a second before answering, “Then the concussion will turn out brains to jelly.”

Stiles tore a page out of the novel before passing it back to Scott again. They were both silent as they wrote their letters, folding them up and shoving them into their pockets.

“Try and get as far away from the explosion as possible,” Stiles said, watching in the rear-view mirror as Scott carefuly moved his leg, laying himself out across the back seat. Stiles set the explosive on the windscreen.

“Care to join me?” Scott said, jokingly holding his hand out to Stiles.

Stiles chuckled as he climbed into the back seat again. He reached into the front seat and picked up the wires.

“So, this is it?” Scott whispered.

Stiles looked down at the wires in his hands, tears welling in his eyes. “This is it.”

“You should get in the boot,” Scott said, taking the wires from Stiles’ trembling hands. “You’ll be safer in there.”

Stiles shook his head. He looked at Scott, tears trailing sown his cheeks. “Scott, you’re my brother. So, if you’re going to do this…” he shuffled closer, setting his hand on Scott’s. “…you’re going to have to take me with you.”

Scott fought back tears as Stiles pulled him closer, hugging his friend one last times.

Scott detonated the charge.

The last thing he remembers is the sound of muffled soft rock on the radio before the thundering bang tore through him, agony flooding his head. There was a deafening rumble as dirt flooded through the broken windscreen, the weight bearing down on them.

Stiles fought the instinct to fight back, trying his best to hold his breath as the darkness crashed over him.

It felt as if his lungs were consumed by a raging inferno, the jagged claws of firebirds tearing at the tissue as they tried to dig their way out of his chest. His pulse thundered in his ears, deafening. He tried to move his body, but it was no use; the weight bearing down on him was too much.

His body grew weak, his lips trembling as he fought to hold onto his breath.

Finally, he let go.

He felt the tension fade away as the darkness consumed him.

“Stiles…”

The voice seemed to drift about in the nothingness. The deep, husky voice seemed so familiar, so soothing.

“Stiles, open your eyes. Please, open your eyes.”

Stiles let out a weak groan, coughing up the dust and ash that filled his lungs. Strong arms held up upright as he slowly blinked his eyes open to the glaring sunlight.

Slowly, his vison came into focus, looking up at the man that held him.

He had a square jaw that was darkened by stubble and wore an old black leather jacket that was covered in dust. He ran his hand through his thick, dark hair, trying to tame the mess that was tousled by the wind. His fingers raked his hair away from his face, exposing his pale green eyes.

Derek.

Stiles let a sigh of relief fall past his lips.

“Scott,” he muttered, straining to look around.

Allison and Isaac were nearby, holding onto Scott he coughed up lungfuls of dust.

“He’s okay,” Derek reassured him. “Paramedics are right behind us.”

“He needs a hospital,” Stiles rasped.

“And so do you,” Derek replied.

“I’m fine,” Stiles said dismissively.

“You’re going to hospital,” Derek said with finality.

Stiles reluctantly submitted, letting his body weaken in Derek’s arms. He looked across the dusty ground at Scott.

He was alive.

They’d made it out alive.

Stiles jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him. He spun around to see Derek standing a few feet away with his hands buried in his pockets and an unamused expression on his face.

“I went to see you in the hospital, they said you discharged yourself.”

“I’m fine,” Stiles lied.

“No, you’re not,” Derek said.

“The doctors pumped me full of painkillers and antibiotics. I’m fine,” Stiles said. “I need to get back to work.”

“You need to rest,” Derek argued.”

“This guy’s still out there, Derek. He’s not going to stop,” Stiles snapped, turning to glare at Derek.

“And we’ll stop him,” the man promised. “We’ll start tomorrow. All of us.”

Stiles turned away from him, letting his shoulders sag as he let out a defeated sigh. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet.

“I can’t… I can’t sleep,” he admitted.

Derek took a step closer. “I thought they gave you something for that?”

“No, I mean, every time I close my eyes I feel like I’m back in that car, except…”

“Except what?” Derek asked.

“Except this time, you’re not coming; this time you don’t find me in time,” he said. He couldn’t bring himself to look Derek in the eye, his mind racing as he began to ramble, “You know, when you’re drowning, you don’t actually inhale until right before you black out. It’s called voluntary apnoea. It’s like no matter how much you’re freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding. Then, when you finally do let it in, that’s when it stops hurting. It’s not scary anymore. It’s actually kind of peaceful.”

“Hey,” Derek whispered, crouching beside Stiles and levelling his gaze with his. “I’ll always find you,” he promised.

Stiles smiled weakly.

“Come home with me,” Derek said softly.

Stiles blinked in shock. “What?”

“You can sleep at my place tonight,” Derek said. “That way, when you open your eyes, I’ll be there.”

“Really?” Stiles asked.

A sweet smile lifted Derek’s lips. “Really.”

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WCW Souled Out 1997

Date: January 25, 1997.

Location: Five Seasons Center in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

Attendance: 5,120.

Commentary: Eric Bischoff and Ted DiBiase.

Results:

1. Masahiro Chono defeated Chris Jericho.

2. Mexican Death Match: Big Bubba Rogers defeated Hugh Morrus (with Jimmy Hart).

3. Jeff Jarrett defeated Mr. Wallstreet.

4. Buff Bagwell defeated Scotty Riggs.

5. Scott Norton defeated Diamond Dallas Page via count-out.

6. WCW Tag Team Championship Match: The Steiner Brothers (Rick & Scott) defeated The Outsiders (Scott Hall & Kevin Nash) (champions) to win the titles. The title change was later overturned.

7. Ladder Match for the WCW United States Championship: Eddie Guerrero (champion) defeated Syxx.

8. WCW World Heavyweight Championship Match: Hollywood Hogan (champion) and The Giant fought to a no-contest.

My Review:

Souled Out 1997 is one of the strangest shows I’ve ever watched. The nWo had grown so popular in the six months since it formed that WCW decided to give the stable its own pay-per-view and the results are, well, yeah. I commend them for trying to do something different, and there’s a lot of potential in the idea, but the actual show is a huge misfire. Its only real success is turning the nWo into a bunch of uncool dweebs. The stable was initially presented on WCW television as these cool, rebellious outsiders from an unnamed Northern wrestling company. Literally none of that shines through here. If this show is any indication, the nWo are obnoxious. They’re a bunch of assholes who laugh at their own jokes. Who would aspire to be like these guys?

Aesthetically, the show does go out of its way to look different from your average WCW pay-per-view. Everything is draped in black and white. Gone is the blocky, colorful WCW entranceway and in its place is a menacing set of stairs. Unfortunately, a lot of these ideas to break from the norm don’t quite work. Eric Bischoff and Ted DiBiase are insufferable as a pair of heel commentators, milking the most out of every terrible joke they can muster. The faces are accompanied to the ring by an nWo voiceover, who mocks them with insults that are neither creative or funny. There’s also some attempt at these handheld, alternative camera angles that essentially make the matches look like something out of America’s Funniest Home Videos.

Perhaps the biggest blunder of all, however, is the Miss nWo pageant. A contest on a wrestling pay-per-view between women who were brought out of complete obscurity and have never seen an ounce of wrestling in their life, let alone anything from WCW, would normally be right up my alley. The potential camp value should be high. But, wow, it’s just pure cringe from the start. Not only does it come off incredibly insulting to both the women involved and everyone’s intelligence, it’s also really awful watching Bischoff et al try to squeeze something fun out of it. By the way, all of the contestants can’t even seem bothered to care. The pageant is won by Miss Becky. I wonder if she knew she were at a wrestling show at all.

The actual card is kind of an afterthought. A lot of it is just an excuse for the nWo to dunk on the WCW roster, which is to be expected but it doesn’t really seem like there are a lot of high stakes here. It feels like the show is setting up to the nWo getting their comeuppance in a seriously major way yet we never get there. We do get to see The Steiners get one up on the nWo and win the tag belts, but the decision would be overturned the next night on Nitro. Hogan and The Giant then proceed to put on one of the worst main event matches I’ve seen in some time. It’s a completely phoned in 10 minutes that ends in a schmoz like literally every Nitro main event at the time. And then the show ends on a really weird note, with the nWo celebrating as the crowd in Cedar Rapids watches in silence.

That’s a good way to sum up this show, actually⏤it’s a party where only the hosts are entertained. The fans have to watch the nWo fuck around and make their crappy jokes as they sit there in complete apathy, and can you blame them? This show doesn’t bother catering to them at all. Maybe the contestants in the Miss nWo pageant were onto something in not giving a shit.

My Random Notes

The nWo is so cool they could only find one referee to officiate their matches.

Let it be known that when Big Bubba ran over Bill DeMott with a motorcycle, he was doing the Lord’s work.

DiBiase was never any good as a commentator. See also: Royal Rumble 1994. You’d think the charisma he brought to his promos would translate well into the commentary booth, but he sounds like a mellowed-out dad whose wild days are long behind him and therefore lacks the energy to get something over.

Any word on the whereabouts of Miss Becky? Is she still in Iowa making French fries or whatever the fuck was listed as her hobby?

One of the highlights of the show, not kidding you, is the adorable old woman in the crowd celebrating with DDP. It’s a cute moment.

Speaking of DDP, his rise to superstardom is one of the best things about this time period in WCW. The Nitro where he officially turns face and dupes The Outsiders is pretty badass. The feud with Randy Savage will officially make him but, for now, he’s just the cool anti-hero babyface WCW needs in their fight against the nWo.

The WCW guys don’t get their entrance music for this show, which is certainly one of its more irredeemable qualities, as it means we don’t get to hear Jeff Jarrett’s country bop of a theme.

This will sound weird, but the commentary made me miss Tony Schiavone so much. Dude is the voice of WCW, for better or worse. Couldn’t they have wrote it into the show that WCW was forced to send one of their commentators to the show? The show really needed that balance.

I’ve seen some love for the ladder match on this show, but I’m kinda indifferent to it. WCW didn’t do a whole lot ladder matches and when they did, they often lacked the spectacle of a WWF one. This one isn’t an exception to me, sorry. Probably not helping matters is that the crowd is pretty dead for it (surprise, surprise). Ladder matches work better when you can hear the shrieks of excitement from the no-good marks, y’know?

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