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Showing posts with label Buff Bagwell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buff Bagwell. Show all posts
Friday, March 27, 2020
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Robbie Rage 12: High Voltage (Robbie Rage and Kenny Kaos) vs. The American Males (Marcus Bagwell and Scotty Riggs) 3
High Voltage (Robbie Rage and Kenny Kaos) vs. The American Males (Marcus Bagwell and Scotty Riggs) 3
Robbie! Kenny! You're HUGE! Don't give in to these pretty boys!
Thursday, February 13, 2020
Robbie Rage 6: High Voltage (Robbie Rage and Kenny Kaos) vs. American Males (Marcus "Buff" Bagwell and Scotty Riggs) 2
You know, it's too bad I don't have more of his matches, I'd have loved to make a Scotty Riggs series. OR Buff Bagwell. This is actually a pretty hot match-up, come to think of it.
Friday, February 7, 2020
Robbie Rage 3: High Voltage (Robbie Rage and Kenny Kaos) vs. American Males (Marcus Bagwell and Scotty Riggs) 1
Not one, but TWO examples of tag teams that the WWE website would make fun of. Well know what I say? Fuck them. I mean, "swollen gym rats" like it's an insult? How is that an insult. Get the fuck out of here.
Friday, July 26, 2019
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Goldberg, Incapacitated
We've seen the beginning of the end for Goldberg, as he fought valiantly against the odds for the sake of his career. With his tag team partner and former trainer out of the picture, it was child's play for a plant in the audience to blind Goldberg with some mace to the eyes.
After easily outsmarting the strongman, the heels had their way with him, and this is where we resume our story...
Ah, you see, there's a simple explanation to the Centaur pose: Luger was lifting Goldberg for a devastating double team maneuver.
Finally, enough was enough. Clearly Goldberg could take no more; he was powerless to kick out of Luger's pin.
After the bell proclaiming his defeat (and the end of his career), a blind and defeated Goldberg struggled in vain to get to his feet. His former trainer, Dewayne Bruce, was there to tend to his fallen student, no doubt racked with his own feelings of guilt for having been unable to salvage his student's livelihood. Nevertheless, Bruce was there for his fallen friend, offering what succor he could. At this point, Goldberg's ruined career could be put on the back burner; his physical health was also at stake.
The heels, with their young protege in tow, made their triumphant way up the ramp, strutting and boasting as though they had accomplished something great. And who's to say they hadn't?
Meanwhile, a shocked and almost hushed arena watched the intensely personal moments of a teacher trying to nurse his utterly defeated student back to health, pouring water into his damaged eyes.
The once-mighty hero obediently submitted to these ministrations, crawling helplessly on the floor, unable to rise without physical assistance.
Meekly, the broken man was led out of the arena, away from the cameras, and out of the limelight.
And with that, the mighty had fallen. Evil had triumphed. A legacy of strength and dominance was obliterated, the images of power replaced with one of complete helplessness:
The End.
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