Weekly Watchlist 049 - May 18 2025

Whats the story, fans of fraudulent fighting?

I wish I had an exciting, groundbreaking week that I could talk about but honestly, I'm just happy to make it through the week right now. The motivation comes and goes but I'm always able to bring myself back to wrestling at some point in the week and ground myself that way. I haven't been branching out as much lately, but I feel like that's going to change soon. Say, next week, maybe?

Until then, I keep marching through the DPW library as well as impromptu journey through GCW's Bloodsport events. Read on, dear friends, let me tell you about these fantastic bouts.

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Weekly Roundup

Here's what I watched for the week;

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Jake Something vs. Donovan Dijak - DPW World's Strongest 2024 - 11/17/2024

If looks could kill. DPW

Here we are folks, Jake Something's first defence of the DPW title and Dijak's DPW debut. Two of my favourite dudes set to clash in a hard hitting war. These two actually had a match a couple of months before this one at Limitless Wrestling's "Nine Lives" event on September 21st of 2024. I watched it a while back after remembering it even existed and knowing that this DPW match was in the horizon. It was a lot of fun but Dijak ended up getting the win and putting Something over after the match by calling him "the best big man alive today." Things seem to be pretty cool between them, with Something showing Dijak respect on his way to the back. 

But between September and November, something has changed. 

The beginning of Worlds Strongest 2024 starts with footage from a backstage altercation between Something and Dijak from earlier, with every able bodied person trying to hold these two titans back. They're cussing up a storm and trying to claw their way through the heap of bodies holding them back, not wanting to wait until the main event. Even during intermission, they come to blows in the crowd before they are pulled apart again. They might want to reinforce the ring or clear people out a few rows out to make sure nobody else gets hurt.

Something I wanted to point out here as the match starts, Jake is currently the only double champion in DPW's history, holding both the Worlds title as well as the Tag titles. They announce him as a Carolina Classic winner but all that means is he's guaranteed a Worlds Title match, which he won. It's certainly another feather in his cap, but not a championship in the traditional sense. Regardless, two belts Jake is an incredible sight. I'll never get tired of it. 

They're pretty composed once both men are in the ring with Dijak taking a seat in the corner and waiting for ring announcer Nadiah Hunter to tell the crowd to "feast your eyes" before removing his sunglasses, staring daggers through Something. Jake is fired up and pacing his corner like a caged cat, waiting and ready for the bell to ring so he can be let loose.

The bell rings and they circle each other, eyes locked as they exchange quiet, verbal barbs back and forth. Dijak has every right to be confident here, despite Something being the defending champion, he knows he can beat him, he's done it once before. If he can fight as hard as he did a few months ago, we'll have a new DPW Worlds Champion on our hands. 

They shove back and forth before Something goes for a double leg, driving Dijak into the corner and fighting to get vertical. He's holding Dijak by the throat as the referee literally wedges himself between the two. He's able to separate them, even if Dijak has a mittful of Something's hair, using it to pull him in for a side headlock as he berates Something the entire time. The champ is able to regain control by getting Dijak off his feet, using the lift as a way to help drive Dijak into the ropes. He tries to shoot Dijak off but he keeps hold of Something's hair. A gut kick, a forearm across the back, and a superkick to the face of the kneeling champ drops him. 

There's another strike exchange in the middle, with Dijak driving the point of his elbow into the back of Something's shoulders to stagger him. He sends Something into the corner shoulder first with a hard Irish whip, the ring visibly shifting on impact. Dijak is not only berating Something the entire match, he's making his feelings known to the DPW faithful as well. Cracking the champ in the corner with back elbow shots, he stops and shouts into the crowd "Shut the fuck up!" before whipping Something into the opposing corner. 

This momentary break gave Something enough time to collect himself, bouncing out of the corner and charging into Dijak with a shoulder tackle. The champ is building up a head of steam now, running through the challenger with his signature combo, which I've started to call "Don't. Stop. Moving." He runs through Dijak three times, stepping over his prone body before rebounding for the Something Press. This time, however, he changes tactics with Dijak so close to the ropes, opting instead to shove him over the top rope and down to the floor below.

The human bulldozer. DPW

Sent into the crowd, Something hits the floor on the opposite side, stalking Dijak and pulling him off the floor, playing basketball with his skull off the apron. Something has finally found the opening he was looking for, brawling with Dijak into the crowd and pummelling him a few rows deep. He leaves Dijak to sit in a heap of chairs, backing around to the far side of the ring to get a running start, charging in but running jaw first into Dijak's boot, appearing from out of nowhere. 

"We can't see! We can't see!" chants break out as Dijak recovers, standing on some chairs and raising a pair of one finger salutes to the sky.

"Can you see that?! Can you see that?!" he berates the crowd in response. 

Rolling Jake back inside, Dijak walks a lap of the ring and holds his jaw, waiting too long before going back for Something. A punch to the gut stuns the challenger, with Jake fighting back to his feet and sending Dijak into the ropes, rebounding but getting lifted into the air and dropped throat first on the top rope. Dijak adjusts his jaw as Something rises to his feet, turning to face the champion. 

All the way from Texas. DPW

 

"Fuck you!" Shouts Dijak, crashing through Something with a Hansen-like lariat as both men fall into a heap on the canvas. Dijak latches onto Something as he sits up on the canvas, wearing him down with a chinlock as the champion claws at Dijak's grip. With unreal strength, Something breaks the grip and gets back to his feet, trying for a bodyslam but Dijak slips out, evading the slam but unable to evade getting a lariat slammed into his chest, falling against the ropes while still on his feet. Something roars before charging for the ropes again, rebounding only to get cleaved with another Dijak lariat. 

Dijak forces Something's shoulders to the mat, only getting two even after demanding the referee counts. Frustrated, Dijak grabs referee Frank Gastineau by the throat. "When I tell you to count you fucking count" Dijak yells in his face before shoving him into the corner, turning his back to the official when he barks back at Dijak. Hearing this, Dijak backs Gastineau into the corner, looming over him and getting right in his face. To his credit, Gastineau isn't shrinking away, standing his ground as the appointed official for this main event. Size be damned, his word is law inside those ropes and he's going to remind Dijak of that no matter what. 

A basement dropkick drives Something deeper into the corner, already on his hands and knees, now flat on his back. Dijak stomps the chest of Something, holding his boot across Something's throat and using the ropes to apply extra pressure. Gastineau gets in his face and starts to count, with Dijak flipping him off mere inches from his face. He breaks the hold at four, walking right up to the line without actually crossing it. Something fights his way out of the corner, back on his feet and getting the better of a striking exchange until Dijak cracks him with a huge forearm. 

With Something doing his best to recover off the ropes, Dijak takes a seat in the corner and waits, flying right as Something charges in and connecting with a flying lariat. "Time to fly!" he shouts, pulling Something up into a front facelock, taking him up and over with a release vertical suplex. Something lands and looks like he's on another planet, getting covered by Dijak but kicking out as Gastineau's hand barely counts one. Somehow, someway, Something is still alive. 

With Something still laid out, Dijak again shouts in his face, lacing him with chops across the chest as he does so. Back to his feet before Something, he once again grabs a seat on the top rope, arrogantly eating up the jeers from the crowd as Something staggers to his feet. Going for a repeat, Dijak flies, but Something is one step ahead. With Dijak coming down for another flying lariat, Something snipes him out of the sky with a forearm under the jaw, flattening the challenger in an instant. If there's one thing Jake excels at, it's hitting you harder than you hit him. Every. Single. Time.

With the crowd cheering Something on, he catches Dijak by the throat as he gets to his feet before him, ripping him back to the canvas face first. With Dijak doubled over, Something moves in for a huge powerbomb but Dijak blocks it. What he can't block, however, is two sledgehammer-like fists being driven into his back, collapsing to the canvas in an instant. Dijak starts to retreat, pulling himself up with the ropes as Something roars, rebounding off the ropes as he tries to send Dijak over the top rope, but the challenger holds on. 

You can't escape. DPW

 

Refusing to give in, Something goes again, but still can't get him out. Third time should be the charm, but Dijak fires his hand out just in time, catching Something by the throat and backing him across the ring. Something tries to break the grip, eventually able to get Dijak by the throat. He forces Dijak back into the ropes, with both men tumbling over the top and down to the floor. Miraculously, Something never lost hold of Dijak's throat, planting Dijak on the apron with a huge chokeslam! Jake slides back inside with Dijak flailing to his feet, turning around just in time to get his head taken off with a lariat from the champion. He falls into the ropes and falls into the cover, but Dijak stays alive at two.

Pulling Dijak back to his feet and into position for a powerbomb, Jake holds a fist to the sky to signal the end. His momentary pause is enough for Dijak to get his wits about him, pulling Something onto his shoulders and charging into the corner, crashing into the turnbuckles with a huge Death Valley Driver. It takes some doing, but both men rise to their feet again, with Dijak set and ready. He latches onto the throat of Something but Jake hammers down the grip of Dijak, firing off a forearm but getting ducked. Dijak goes for it again, with Jake hammering out and trying for another forearm, with Dijak ducking the shot again. Maybe Dijak was going to try for another chokeslam, maybe he had another lariat in mind, or maybe he was hoping for Something to be off balance. What he wasn't hoping for was precisely what happened; a Jake Something sized forearm crashes into his jaw.

"Stay down, bitch!" DPW

Something hits the ropes and charges for Dijak, only to get caught with a massive superkick that dazes him long enough for Dijak to grab him by the throat again, this time succeeding in planting Jake with a huge chokebomb, rattling the ring on impact. "That's out champ!" and "Let's go Something!" chants break out as Jake kicks out at two, with Dijak laughing as he rises to his feet. Responding by gesturing to the crowd to Feast Your Eyes, calling for the end. Dijak pulls the dazed Something onto his shoulders, flipping him up and around, but Jake lands on his feet! He catches the rising knee of Dijak and rips him onto his shoulders for a massive powerbomb! He holds his shoulders for the cover but Dijak gets out at two.

With Dijak nursing his rips after the impact, he pulls himself up in the corner. Big mistake. Like a bull seeing red, Something charges from across the ring, driving into the torso of Dijak with a massive spear. Bouncing back off the impact, Something charges and crashes into Dijak a second time, trying to bisect his challenger mid-match. The crowd is in a fever pitch now, urging Something on by chanting "one more time!" with Jake nodding his approval. He backs into the corner but Dijak has enough wits left to realize whats coming next. Before Jake has a chance to charge, Dijak takes him off his feet with a fucking discus boot!

"Time to fly!" shouts Dijak, trying for another release vertical suplex but Something reacts first, getting set up for the suplex but pulling Dijak into the air first. As if to say "I've still got plenty in the tank" Something holds Dijak perfectly vertical for a few extra heartbeats before planting him with a falcon arrow in the centre of the ring. He pulls back a flailing leg of Dijak for a pin but Dijak gets free in time. He rolls to the apron to try and escape, but the champ is on his feet and not letting Dijak get away. 

Something has Dijak in his grasp, pulling him to the corner as Something starts to climb. "Get the fuck up, motherfucker!" bellows Jake, pulling Dijak higher and higher with him. He has him set and ready for a vertical suplex, but Dijak breaks free, levelling Something with a forearm to the jaw that sends the champ crashing back to the ring. Giving himself only a few seconds to recover, Something gets back to his feet and catches Dijak with a forearm of his own, halting his momentum on the top rope. 

Climbing to meet his foe, Something stands on the top strand with Dijak's head between his legs, pulling him up before falling back into the ring with a massive top rope Awesome Bomb!

Something's what they say, all his victims feel the pain. DPW

Jake hooks Dijak's leg for the cover but no! Somehow, it's not enough! Dijak escapes to the floor for respite, but he really should know better. Something charges and takes flight, but Dijak catches him with both hands on the throat, with champs feet barely catching him on the top rope as he's suspended in air. Carefully, he brings his feet off the top rope and onto the apron, only for Dijak to pull him down to the floor before chokeslamming Jake into the apron instead. 

"Eat shit!" Dijak exclaims, adding insult to injury.

Rolling Something in the ring, Dijak grabs the DPW Worlds Championship sat in the corner and holds it above his head, tossing it to the floor before getting back on the apron and lining Jake up for a springboard. There's a bit of an awkward landing as Jake barely catches him for Into the Void, but they are able to think on their feet and recover without a hiccup. Dijak staggers to his feet as Something grabs the ropes, shaking them Big Dave style before catching Dijak and sending him Into the Void. The referee counts three and Something retains, his first challenger held back. 

Beyond the end, there lies the Void. DPW

Have you guys figured out yet that I'm absolutely obsessed with reviewing Jake Something's matches? This guy literally ticks every single box for me. I can't tell you how hyped I get when his music hits and he charges into the ring, ready to beat the absolute piss out of someone and look like a million bucks on the other side of it. Let's not forget about Dijak either, I've loved him since his days in NXT and his current gimmick of "terror of the indies" is really fun. He's got the cred of being a former WWE guy, the history of coming up on the indies, and the drive to wrestle anyone and everyone just to make wrestling better. How can you now love someone like that? Genuinely awesome guy. Love these two dudes, what a fun fucking match. Sure, the ending was "botched" but they recovered so quickly and easily you almost forget it happened. No marks against them for that, too good to hate.

 

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Timothy Thatcher vs. Hideki Suzuki - GCW Josh Barnett's Bloodsport - 04/04/2019

Bishop to E5. Let the game begin. GCW

I can't exactly remember what came first for me, my interest in Bloodsport or my love for Timothy Thatcher, but I know this match is what put both of them on the map for me. I remember being really high on Thatcher's work while he was in NXT in 2020, even if his style was never, ever going to get over in WWE. I loved his Fight Pit matches with Riddle and Ciampa, not to mention his short lived tag run with the Blackheart. I feel like things just kinda lined up perfectly for me here. I was digging around for more Thatcher and came across this Bloodsport show, intrigued by seeing more shoot/catch style matches, something I was getting into more during lockdown. I'd never heard of Hideki Suzuki but learning he studied under Billy Robinson, I knew I'd be in for a really tight, technical masterpiece. 

And boy, this match did not disappoint.

From the opening bell, Thatcher and Suzuki are jockeying for control, trying to grab the other guys wrist until they mutually and wordlessly decide "fuck it, let's lock up," and so they do. Thatcher is the first to get the advantage, shooting around behind Suzuki and trying to bring him to the mat but Suzuki grabs the left wrist of Thatcher, with Toothless Timmy taking the blade of his right forearm and running it along the cheek of Suzuki. Free of Thatcher's grasp, Suzuki switches and grabs the waist of Thatcher instead, trying for a full nelson but Thatcher breaks the hold quickly and gets Suzuki with a hammerlock. 

It's a tight, no-holes opening to this match, and it persists the entire way through. A lot of people praised the main event over this match, pitting Josh Barnett against the other Suzuki on the card, Minoru. That's a genuine dream match and I really enjoyed it, but doing a time limit draw and then another draw in the 5 minutes of overtime, all the while injecting some sports entertainment shenanigans on a show that is meant to be the complete opposite of that kinda killed its chances of the perfect 5* for me. This match ticked all the right boxes for me, a fantastic example of "physical chess," as catch wrestling is often referred to as. 

The hammerlock from Thatcher is able to keep Suzuki down, spreading his legs wide and holding himself up on his right arm like a tripod. Sure, pinfalls don't count on this show, but letting yourself get taken to the canvas is still dangerous territory. The simplest of holds could end the match in seconds. He transitions out into a side headlock, with Suzuki nearly breaking it as he gets to his feet, but Thatcher grinds him back down, squeezing his head like a watermelon. The camera doesn't catch it, but commentary points out that Suzuki stepped on the ankle of Thatcher to break the hold, with Suzuki seizing on the exposed back of Thatcher, going for a front chancery of sorts on the canvas until Thatcher stands out of it, his head still trapped in a cravat, however. 

With the hammerlock back on Suzuki, Thatcher works to force Suzuki around to his back to really cinch the hold in, but Suzuki is doing everything he can to block. When he starts to realize that holding himself up with his foot isn't going to do much, he shoots off a knee to the side of Thatcher, stunning him for a second. Catching his breath, Thatcher drives through Suzuki with one of his signature knee strikes, throwing his entire leg into the shot.

The rib shot. GCW

The knee was enough to get Suzuki around to his back, with Thatcher methodically working from hold to hold on Suzuki, slowly finding himself in a favourable position. He suddenly drops back and tries for an armbar, but Suzuki holds onto his wrist, blocking one of Thatcher's best holds. He cloverleaf's his own legs and traps the arm of Suzuki inside, trying to put the squeeze on the elbow joint as Suzuki rolls to his side and gets his feet back under him. Standing up with Thatcher nearly folded in half beneath him, he breaks free while holding the left booth of Thatcher, driving a knee into his hamstring before leaping to the side, bringing his leg over with him and snapping it violently to the side. 

Thatcher recoils from the pain and slides across the canvas, nursing his leg as he stares daggers through Suzuki, standing in the opposite corner. He meets him on his feet as they tie up in the middle again, both men trying to double underhook the arms but being stopped at every attempt. A waistlock by Thatcher brings them back to the canvas but his control is short lived as Suzuki is able to twist his legs around the left leg of Thatcher, exploiting the weakness with a butterfly hold. Thatcher glares directly at Suzuki as he sits up, but gets a headbutt for his troubles, with Suzuki repositioning to a kneeling position, keeping the leg locked the entire way up. 

Cautiously, Thatcher fores off a forearm into the chest of Suzuki, his blow being absorbed as Suzuki waits for another. Thatcher is cautious still, but goes for another shot, stepping right into Suzuki's trap. He catches the arm and wraps Thatcher's head as if to guillotine him. Instead, Suzuki tries to lock his hands behind the back of Thatcher, going for a full nelson-type hold. I never claimed to be super well versed in all of these catch/amateur holds. It's my hobby, alright guys, chill out. 

Trap set and sprung, just like that. GCW

 Again, the camera doesn't totally catch how the hold is broken, but Suzuki recoils in pain from something, I'm going to guess that Thatcher used either a hand or his chin to dig into the ribs of Suzuki, but it's enough to force him to fall forward, and break the hold. Snatching Suzuki across the jaw with a chinlock, Thatcher tries to punish Suzuki as he squirms around on the mat, trying to break free and relieve the immense pressure on his jaw. Going against one of the Bloodsport rules, Suzuki goes for small joint manipulation to break the hold, grabbing the fingers of thatcher's left hand. He pulls him to his feet before ripping Thatcher to the canvas by the wrist, literally bouncing him off the bump. 

He tries to rip the arm of Thatcher out of its socket, pushing his feet on the ribs and shoulder of Thatcher as he pulls back, but Thatcher rolls up the legs and into Suzuki to relieve the pressure. Close to the edge of the ring, Thatcher escapes from a sudden headscissors by Suzuki bu rolling onto his back, forcing Suzuki to his stomach. Maintaining contact as he slips free, he lays his knees across the back of Suzuki, holding his crossed feet with his left hand and his chin with his right hand, falling back and into a bow and arrow hold.

Suzuki isn't in the hold very long, squirming free and landing in a side headlock on the canvas, driving a short punch to the forehead of Thatcher before breaking the hold. Suzuki gets to his feet but quickly bends over to get Thatcher in a front facelock, stepping in close to get a better position but Thatcher snags an ankle and forces Suzuki down to the canvas with him. With malicious intent, Thatcher wrenches Suzuki's ankle and knee to the side, prompting his adversary to pull his hair until the referee tells Suzuki to let go. The moment he does so, Thatcher wrenches the leg further, responding to the attack by trying to break his leg. Again, Suzuki goes for the face of Thatcher, trying to twist his head around by the chin but Thatcher breaks his grip and wrenches back on the ankle again, doing everything short of ripping his leg apart at the knee joint. 

Trying to get himself a lucky Hideki's foot. GCW

Snaking the foot around his chest, Thatcher gets Suzuki in a standing ankle lock, twisting further around still into a single leg crab, sitting out on the back of Suzuki. As clever as he is resilient, Suzuki is able to find the foot of Thatcher with his left hand, waiting for Thatcher to shift his position before pulling his foot back, knocking Thatcher off balance and putting Suzuki back in the drivers seat for a moment. They twist around with their legs tied up, no man really better off right now until Suzuki opts to roll out of the mess of limbs, going back in to catch the weakened left leg of Thatcher, grapevining it into a heelhook.

Thatcher is quick to sit up to lessen the pressure, with Suzuki immediately shooting his hand up beside his head, covering his ear to preemptively block a strike. His intuition turned out to be correct, with Thatcher firing off an open handed shot to the side of Suzuki's head, equal parts high five and face shot. Thatcher is able to snag the leg of Suzuki before Hideki tightens his grip further, sending Thatcher back to the canvas in pain, but this time he can squeeze Suzuki's leg as well. A stalemate. Both men rise to a seated position, headbutting one another until Thatcher drills Suzuki's leg with a short, snapping leg DDT. This was enough of a window for Suzuki to rise to his feet, untangling himself from Thatcher before stomping him in the forehead, dribbling his skull off the canvas. 

Thatcher squirms on the canvas in pain, trying to collect himself as Suzuki follows Thatcher's flailing, giving him quick kicks to the head to keep him disoriented. Eventually, Thatcher gets to his knees, only to eat a big kick across the chest that drops him back to the canvas. Twisting around in guard, keeping Suzuki at his feet, Thatcher fires off a kick to the hamstring of Suzuki that causes his leg to buckle. Another kick to the back of Suzuki's head brings him to the canvas, with Thatcher latching on with a fujiwara armbar attempt. Suzuki is able to block the first attempt at the hold and roll through the second, slamming his forearm into the chest of Thatcher while he's flat out on his back. 

Suzuki is on his feet again with Thatcher rising to meet him, only for a forearm to the jaw to render his legs as solid as jello, with Thatcher falling in a heap on the canvas, his consciousness slipping. Thatcher has enough awareness to shoot off a punch to the gut of Suzuki as he walks back over to Thatcher. They meet in the middle and trade forearms, with Thatcher stumbling around off the impact before colliding with a european uppercut on Suzuki on the rebound. He marches back in to a kneeling Thatcher, going for a strike but his knees giving out at the last second, catching himself on the shoulder of Thatcher. They square up again, forearms and lifters back and forth, with Thatcher able to muscle Suzuki up and over with a big 'ol gutwrench slam!

Suzuki tries to fend Thatcher off after the landing, but he can't keep him back, his wrist getting trapped before being flipped over onto his back, Thatcher laying across him with a double wrist lock locked in. Once again, the vicious knee strikes of Thatcher cruch the ribs of Suzuki, but the extra momentum Thatcher always puts behind them ends up costing him the hold. He falls forward after landing the shot, keeping hold of Suzuki's wrist but needing to adjust as he moves back into position, the shift giving Suzuki enough space to shift his arm out of the hold, eventually popping his hips and driving Thatcher up and off his chest. 

We're back with the strikes in the middle, with a leaping enziguiri knocking Suzuki loopy, with Thatcher mounting him and crushing him with forearm shots. Sensing the end is near, Thatcher catches a forearm shot from Suzuki this time and drives him to the canvas for his patented fujiwara armbar, but Suzuki rolls out! Back on their feet, Suzuki catches Thatcher with a leaping enziguiri this time, getting him up as if to back suplex him, instead splitting Thatcher in half with a nasty backbreaker. Pulling Thatcher to his feet with a double underhook, Suzuki fucking drills Thatcher through the ring with a massive slam. When Thatcher lands, he's on another planet, with the referee calling the match when it's clear that Thatcher is out. 

I could watch this all week. GCW

 When I tell you the finish to this match had my jaw on the fucking floor, I'm not lying. The first time I saw this match, I think I replayed that about a dozen times. The height, the impact, it's fucking beautiful. Sure, I'm sad Thatcher didn't pick up the win here, but this match was pretty evenly contested the entire way through, so I can't be too mad about it honestly. This is the kind of wrestling I adore and want to see more of. Sure, Bloodsport is becoming a once-every-siz-months-or-so type event, but I want more. I can watch old UWF-I stuff of course, but lets get more modern dudes competing in stuff like this. Maybe the idea of having matches that are almost a shoot doesn't appeal to every fake athlete out there, but there's plenty of them out there with some experience that would love the opportunity to spread their wings in an environment like this. I, for one, fully support more creativity in wrestling. 

This match is a fantastic modern example of catch wrestling on the "big" stage. Sure, there's some clear cooperation and working going on, but these guys are good enough at what they do that they make all the little in between moments mean something. When wrenching a move on tighter actually means something so it doesn't look like your just sleepwalking through a submission. No holes, just graps. It's the best.

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There we have it, another week in the books! 49 whole weeks already, where has the time gone? We're closing in on a full year of the Wrestling Vault and I've got a big post brewing that I'm going to drop on the one year anniversary of the blog. Not on the exact day, mind you, two days after the one year anniversary. Gotta keep with a schedule here, folks. If you want to have a guess at what the big one year anniversary post could be, drop me a line at cliffmorganwstl@gmail.com I probably won't tell you you're right even if you are right. Can't have you telling Meltzer!

Until next week, enjoy the weather and stay safe friends.

Cliff Morgan