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 Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2025 11:05 am
11th August 2025 - 31st August 2025
One Day Auto-Hit or Auto-Recover
The following is a Tornado Tag Team Match and it is scheduled for one fall!
No tags are necessary, all participants are legal in the match.
Disqualifications and count-outs apply.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2025 9:51 am
It would be a match to be remembered tonight -- and the air indicated that. As it thickened ever so slightly, the fans could feel the tension of the bout silently strangling them. A massive tag team match would be featured on the final show of WWF:G's multi-decade existence, pitting two teams of men that shared a bible's worth of history with one another. Perhaps most intriguing of all was the return of Hiro Shin-Mozas -- after failing to win at Wrestlemania 2024, he was never supposed to be allowed back into the company, and yet he shocked the world with his return to help Brad get the victory over Rosario at Wrestlemania 2025 and then again against Cartwright. He had seemingly gone from being an unwaivering force for good with the constitution to back it up...to being a hero no more. Born to push you 'round
Better just stay down
You pull away, he hits the flesh, you hit the ground
Mouth so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes
Just keep them closed, keep praying, just keep waiting Once again, the sound of Metallica would pour into the arena like oil into water -- the gruff sound of James Hetfield rising above the crowd and slamming off the roof, returning with fervor. "The Day That Never Comes" began, and from the back came a clean shaven Hiro Shin-Mozas. He looked stoic, his face chiseled in stone as it remained unmoved. There would be no theatrics, no playing to the crowd one way or the other. This would lead fans to give Hiro the cold shoulder, many choosing to jeer...but not all. There were still some people in this world who loved the bad guy, and were happy to see Hiro on the dark side, cheering him on and perhaps even feeling he was justified in joining Brad's contingent. Hiro made his way to ringside, and climbed up the steps with soft yet pointed stomps. Waiting for the one
The day that never comes, ah
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes, no
No, the sunshine never comes
Hiro stepped through the ropes and into the ring, making his way over to the ropes facing the hard-cam. He leaned into them and ominously stared directly into the lens. It was as if he was looking into a void and searching for something...Blackjack, perhaps? Maybe he wanted to make sure that if the psychopath was watching him from somewhere, that he really got the point stuck in his craw: Hiro was truly no longer his puppet. "The following contest is a TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH, set for one fall! Introducing first...fighting out of McIntosh, South Dakota...he weighs in tonight at 228 pounds...this is "THE DEALER"....Hiro...SHIN......MOOOOOOOZAAAAAS!" The Dealer? As the announcer introduced him, Hiro stayed leaning against the ropes and would not break his stare. His new nickname caused confusion, fans in the crowd speculating what exactly it could mean. Hiro would finally break away from the ropes and make his way into the corner where he would await Brad, readying himself for what would be his final match in the WWF:G.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2025 12:19 am
Just then the lights turned to a dark purple, as Strange Clouds by B.O.B starts up! The crowd booing at a moment's notice!
The man formerly known as "Bad Boy" but seemingly being just called "Brad" stepped out of the curtain, to the center of the stage. Wearing his normal black tights with purple lines at the sides, now with a black light track coat, and now sporting a mask that is covering the left side of his face!
A man that has faced numerous exiles from the WWF:G. Including his recent one at the hands of the man who he fought a few shows prior, Cartwright, and he schemed into taking his group over and getting the advantage over him in the past few months. Plenty of this thanks to the man that helped him both at Wrestlemania and Hardcore Heavan and his partner for tonight, Hiro.
Brad would begin his walk down to the ring, a few times glaring at fans that were yelling out about his messed up face! Finally after a few times he'd just march faster down the ramp in order to avoid the shouts at him to avoid them getting into his head!
And the partner, weighing 232 pounds, now residing in Charlotte, North Carolina....BAAAAD BOYYYY!
Reaching the end, Bad Boy walked towards the steps and gets up to the apron, stepping through the ropes.
Simply walking to the center of the ring as the sparks shoot off, the lights turning off entirely in the arena!
The lights would turn back on and Bad Boy would be revealed without the mask! The scars showing at the left side of his forehead as he stared directly at the camera!
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2025 11:58 am
The arena lights dim to a haunting glow as the opening notes of "Red Right Hand" by Arctic Monkeys echo across the venue, that sinister organ building suspense before the bass-heavy rhythm kicks in. A hush falls over the crowd before the eruption of cheers begins to build, because they know exactly who is about to walk through the curtain. The fog rolls low over the entrance ramp, tinted copper by the spotlight, and through it emerges Salem Croft. His shaggy black hair nearly brushes his shoulders, his copper-toned complexion catching the light as he steps forward with a slow, deliberate stride. His eyes cut across the crowd with a confidence born from experience, every fan knowing that “Showtime” has arrived.
Croft is dressed sharply in a snakeskin mandarin suit, the jacket catching the light with its patterned sheen. Along the cuffs and down the trim are subtle Native American accents—stitchwork and beading that give a nod to his heritage without taking away from the sharp outlaw presence of the look. The audience roars their approval, a mix of adoration for the fan-favorite and respect for the man’s unique style. He pauses at the top of the ramp, extending his arms wide in a gesture that makes the crowd grow even louder, a gesture that’s part proclamation, part challenge.
The announcer’s voice bellows over the sound system:
"From the Nightmares of Nap Town…weighing in at 232 pounds…He is 'The Copperhead'...He is 'The M.W. Deuce'...He is 'Showtime Salem Crrrooooft!’”
The ovation grows into thunder as Croft smirks knowingly, tilting his head back to let the moment soak in. His presence alone demands attention, a mixture of showmanship and grit. The haunting echoes of the music seem to coil around him, like the namesake serpent he’s tied to, as he stands tall on the stage.
But instead of making his way straight down the ramp, Salem waits, standing still under the copper spotlight. His arms fold across his chest as the crowd murmurs in anticipation, realizing he’s not alone tonight. This is tag team business, and he won’t descend to the battlefield without his partner. The fans begin to chant, some calling for “Showtime,” others calling for “Cartwright,” the energy building in waves. Salem, patient and composed, taps a boot against the stage in rhythm with the music, his eyes trained on the curtain.
As the beat continues to pulse, the tension grows—Salem turns his head slightly toward the entranceway, a sly grin tugging at his lips. He points toward the curtain with his copper-ringed hand, signaling the arrival of his ally. The anticipation in the arena becomes electric. Salem Croft stands tall, still as stone but radiating fire, waiting for Cartwright to emerge so the two can walk to the ring side by side as the serpent stares down Hiro and Bad Boy with sadistic glee!
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2025 2:56 pm
The lights shift from copper to a royal, deep red and blue with streaks of white slicing through the fog, bathing the stage in the colours of Great Britain.
Through the curtain steps Cartwright, “The Boss” himself, straight-backed and sharp-eyed, exuding the air of a man who isn’t just arriving, he’s owning the place. His tailored midnight-blue three-piece suit glints under the spotlights, the gold pocket watch chain swaying gently with each step. Every movement is calculated, unhurried, the kind of pace that says, I decide when the fight starts.
The crowd erupts, the chant for “Cartwright” surging until it blends into the music’s groove. He adjusts his cufflinks with surgical precision before glancing up toward the hard camera, his expression somewhere between calm confidence and a warning.
Announcer Finkel: "From London, England…weighing in at 220 pounds…He is the man who calls the shots…THE BOSS…CAAAARTWRIGHT!
Together they are.....SAAAAVAAAAGE GEEENTLEEEMEEEN!"
Cartwright stops beside Salem at the top of the ramp as rain pyro gently falls behind them, reinforcing their powerful look with calm yet showy. The two men exchange a single look, not a handshake, not a hug...just the silent understanding of dangerous men aligned for the first time. Salem tilts his head toward the ring and Cartwright answers with the slightest nod.
The fog thickens ahead of them, the red and blue strobes slicing through as they step forward in perfect sync, an unstoppable coalition heading toward the storm.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2025 3:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2025 4:44 pm
Bad Boy stepped to the ropes, leaning back on them as he awaited Cartwright and Salem to make their entrances. Shaking his head as Cartwright got to the ring, partially tilting his head towards Cartwright to show the scarring on his forehead.
The four men were in the ring, standing there, as the crowd let out an ovation as the tension could be cut with a knife...multiple times.
The ref checked on both teams to see if they were ready...and signalled to ring the bell...
And once the ref waved his hand to start Bad Boy rushed to Cartwright looking to grab and throw a mass amount of punches at him!
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 1:15 pm
The crowd is already heavily invested, this is a match that they thought they would never get to see.
Cartwright tenses himself as he prepares for battle, the referee signaling for the bell to ring.
But Bad Boy gets the jump on him, striking early with punches to and across the head, the crowd booing him for jumping the gun.
The Boss is taken to the nearby turnbuckle as he takes the strikes, blocking a punch and looking to fight out of the corner with Knife Edge Chops to Bad Boy's chest!
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 2:07 pm
Cartwright and Bad Boy were wasting no time handling their unfinished business, Salem ripping off his mandarin vest and tearing the buttons from his shirt as he shredded the clothes off him, sliding across the canvas to pop up and start charging Hiro to hammer him, as well!
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 2:28 pm
Brad was caught off guard as his right hand was blocked, the chop connecting causing him to stagger back!
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 2:55 pm
The crowd WOOOs with each back hand chop that connects, allowing Cartwright to escape from the corner as Bad Boy staggers backwards.
Now that there is some space, Cartwright looks to double leg Bad Boy down to the mat, so that he can rain down punches of his own!
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 6:23 pm
Hiro found himself quickly engaged with Salem Croft, the M.W. Deuce sliding into the ring and instantly trying to get into a hockey brawl with the Ethnic Enigma. This was Hiro's first match in nearly a year in a half, and his body was as good as it was going to feel for the forseeable future -- so a pushover he was not. Hiro began to drill Salem right back, the two trading blows to the head that led to them heading back to the ropes...and through them! Hiro and Salem crash to the ground at ringside and the match has without a doubt gotten underway.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 10:53 pm
Bad Boy was taken down, the punches rain down as he tries to cover up! Eventually Bad Boy trying to force the both of them to roll, trying to get Cartwright on his back to try to throw punches at him as they get near the ropes!
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2025 4:46 pm
Cartwright had become too focused on striking back at Bad Boy, allowing him to shift his body weight and their positioning!
They roll near the ropes as Bad Boy is now in the dominant position, returning fire at The Boss with mounted punches of his own!
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2025 3:39 pm
Bad Boy was on offense, and tried to pull away and stand up as they were near the ropes, looking to stomp on Cartwright as he was holding the ropes!
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