The Ruckus show opening played, then over to the announce who hyped that “the Fury” Jim Jaspers would be in action in a QCW ring for the first time tonight on the road to Yule Be Sorry, but we would start things off with the QCW Heavyweight Champion of the World...
| • Mayhem d. Gran Atomico (with Los Perros Locos) in a non-title match • | It’s interesting that despite the fact these shows all happen in the same arena, Mayhem’s reaction from the crowd varies from week to week. Here, against the rudos, Mayhem soaked up the most positive reaction from the crowd he’s had since becoming champion. He was in control early and went for the senton bomb, but the Perros pulled Atomico from the ring. On the outside all three champions had words, which allowed Atomico to post Mayhem. Atomico took control of the match even through a commercial break, but Mayhem kept fighting back and fighting back, eventually capitalizing on Atomico missing a shoulder into the corner (thus posting himself), then drilling a sloppy but effective rewind rana and finishing with the senton bomb for the win. ** 1/2
But don’t hit the champ’s music -- hit Don’t Even Trip.
Nazir el-Fadal, back from his week’s suspension, came out to wrestle but with a mic in hand. He sarcastically thanked the rabble for their hosannas, but noted he’s never been here for them; who he’s here for is the charlatan in the ring holding his property. Last week the *talented* half of the team Razorblade trucked Atomico, and this week Mayhem barely survived the lowest rung of the luchadore ladder. No wonder people think of him as a joke, and even worse? He’s trying to take the QCW World Championship down with him. That’s why Nazir isn’t laying him out after a harder-for-him-than-it-should-have-been match, because he’s got his rematch at Yule Be Sorry and he doesn’t want any excuses. Because on neutral ground without crooked referees? The universe goes back to unfolding like it should, and Nazir becomes the first two-time World champion in QCW history. But if Mayhem and the rabble want to see what the REAL World’s Champion looks like...his match is next. Mayhem left the ring, Nazir came down to greet him, but the officials and other referees (BOOOOOOOOOO) got between them while they exchanged words and we eventually went to commercial.
| • Nazir el-Fadal d. Lucius Patton • | Poor Lucius came out here to avenge his tag partner but got clapped at the bell by a vicious leg lariat and wasn’t in the match afterwards, what little bit of it there was. Not content to send a message to Savage by putting away Patton in barely over three minutes (a minute quicker than Mason went over Atomico last week), after a couple Hamrin Valley Drivers and Thoughts and Prayers set up Lucius for the WMDDT, Naz threw him down and went up before hitting a senton bomb -- that’s right -- and pinning Lucius with a piefaced lateral press. SQUASH
Post match Nazir got back on the mic, not even sweating. “See, rabble? ANY idiot who can rub a couple brain cells together can be your disposable hero Mayhem. But ask Sweet Lu -- hell, why don’t you ask his buddy Jupiter -- what a REAL World’s Champion looks like?” Mic drop, Don’t Even Trip, angry crowd, successful Nazir. Same as it ever was…
...or not, as we got a vignette for the Forbidden Book Club. They missed Chrysalis. Well, not Chrysalis, but who they really were. If they accepted their offer to have a Club meeting and Thanksgiving with them, they would give them a night they would never forget...to remember. To be continued (?)
| • Lolo Vuitton d. Spring Green • | Green got the duke in the tag match last week but in singles here got run through pretty quickly. Bloody Shoe in a few, g’night. *
Another Forbidden Book Club invitation, offered up in the interests of equal time for Bella Bathory and Justine. Either we’re getting the Forbidden Polycule coming down the line or we’re going to get some fight. Or an orgy. Or both. Buncha weirdos.
| • Cindy Monet & Bettie Rokker d. Mirror Mirror & Wendy Neverland • | This actually became closer to a handicap match, for a weird reason: S. Mark Starr. The Storybookers’ (look, kids, it’s some falling stars! Make a wish!) corner was by the announce, and Starr was Starr. Wendy started the match, then Mirror Mirror must have heard what he said because they eventually dropped off the apron and they got in each other’s faces. Then he slapped them, and they headbutted him down and he stayed down. While Steve was frightened, Mirror stuck around to reaffirm S had it coming in a way he didn’t. They also had seen Summer Rose offer them a shot at the title on Twitter during the week, but considering their recent record, they would respectfully decline. Sandwich shoulderblocks finished the match with Monet getting the pinfall. * Wendy looked distraught afterwards in the ring while Mirror blew her off and walked to the back.
| • “Tiki God” Al Buffett & “the Fury” Jim Jaspers d. International Workrate Consortium (Stahl/Windsor) • | Well, if there was any doubt in your mind QCW had a new toy, his entrance removed it: Oasis’ “Supersonic” blaring (doing solo commentary, Steve got off a hilarious Jumanji reference when he heard the theme hit), Jaspers coming out with spiky hair and smirking and grinning before setting off red, white and blue pyro at the entrance. Steve also put over that there was previous history at play from across the pond, with proto versions of the IWC trying to recruit Old Jim but him being too...him. Jaspers started off hot, especially frustrating fellow countryman Windsor. Buffett got the tag and they showed some cohesion, but it was nothing compared to what happened when the IWC got Al in the Bad Part of Town and started reeling off quick tags and their own tandem offense. As these things go, Buffett was able to get in eye pokes on both, then a couple of rolling dodges to get him to the hot tag. Jim took over from there, eventually finishing off Stahl with a kneedrop version of a Rocker Dropper (best way I can describe it) before drilling him with the Fury Road running knee strike while Stahl was down on his hands and knees. One up, one down. But that wasn’t all... **
Jim stood solo in the ring after shaking Al’s hand, and got the mic, saying that he just got here and he was watching the beginning of the show when it occurred to him: Mayhem’s just taking the piss, innit? He barely won the title, he’s barely holding onto it as is. Maybe he shouldn’t have to worry about it so much anymore. Maybe as of next week he won’t have to - it wasn ‘t all that long ago that Old Jim was holding a title with pride, and if Mayhem has the bollocks he’ll put him on his arse next week. And if he gets to lift Naz’s Precious at the same time? Bob’s your uncle. But Jim’s your champion. Smirk. Cheers. And they did, louder than they did for Mayhem. So should the match come to pass, we’ll see how the audience loyalties lay. But for this week, Old Jim (and an Oasis classic) took us off the airwaves.
Next: s1e7 Ruckus
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