gerine

Calling All Artists!


Hello lovely artists!
I’m interested in commissioning someone who’s good with reptiles to draw my iguana/amargasaurus character, Gerine! Refs:

http://www.furaffinity.net/full/7822889/
http://www.furaffinity.net/full/8082822/
http://www.furaffinity.net/full/7866026/

She is only a little bit anthro-ized, as you can see, mostly in her torso and expressions. She is mostly iguana, but I always loved the (now rejected :c) concept of skin sails on the amargasaurus, so I just sorta tacked them on P: She has some traits that are more prevalent in male iguanas, such as the bigger jowls, “brain bumps”, and more pronounced nuchal crest (See: http://www.herpcenter.com/green-iguana-care/green-iguana-anatomy/ ). She loves dinosaur toys, fruit, playing in the dirt, tropical climates, and pretty sundresses.

Styles that would portray accurate anatomy rather than toony liberties would be preferred! And a WIP to review would be great. Hopeful for a turn-around of 1-2 months at most, but would be happy with it taking much longer as long as you would keep me updated every few weeks or so. I’ve waited up to 2 years on commissions in the past lol so I’m pretty patient when I have to be. :3

I may only be able to afford one or two, so don’t be offended please if you don’t get an email within 24 hours of this post! Please message me with your prices as well as examples of your reptile art! I’m excited ^.^

Öyle sabah uyanır uyanmaz yataktan fırlama.
Yarım saat erkene kurulsun saatin.
Kedi gibi gerin, ohh ne güzel yine uyandım diye sevin…
Pencerini aç, yağmur da olsa, fırtına da olsa nefes al derin derin.
Yüzüne su çarpma, adamakıllı yıka yüzünü serin serin.
Geceden hazır olsun, yarın ne giyeceğin.
Ona harcayacağın vakitte bir dilim ekmek kızart.
Çek kızarmış ekmek kokusunu içine
Bak güzelim kahvaltının keyfine…
Ayakkabıların boyalı olsun, kokun mis.
Önce sana güzel gelsin aynadaki siluetin.
Çık evinden neşeyle, karşına ilk çıkana gülümse, aydınlık bir gün dile.
Sonra koş git işine, dünden, önceki günden, hatta daha da eskiden yarım ne kadar işin varsa hepsini tamamla.
Ohhh şöyle bir hafifle…
Bir güzel kahve ısmarla kendine, seni mutlu eden sesi duymak için alo de.
Hiç işin olmasada öğle üzeri dışarı çık.
Yağmur varsa ıslan, güneş varsa ısın, hatta üşü hava soğuksa…
Yürü, yürürken sağa sola bak, öylesine değil, görerek bak.
Çiçek görürsen kokla, köpek görürsen okşa, çocuk görürsen yanağından makas al…
Sonra, şöyle bir düşün. Kimler sana yol açtı, sen çok dar da iken?…
Kimler seni ferahlattı, hani kapını kimsenin çalmadığı günlerde kimler kapını tıklattı?..
Ne kadar uzun zamandır aramadın onları değil mi?…
Hadi hemen uğrayabilirsen uğra, arayabilirsen ara!…
Hatırlarını sor, öyle laf olsun diye değil, kucaklar gibi sor!…
Bu sadece onların değil, senin de yüreğini ısıtacak, yüzünde güller açtıracak..
Günün güzeldi değil mi?
Akşamın da güzel olsun…
Yemeğin ne olursa olsun, masanda illaki kumaş örtü olsun…
Saklama tabakları, bardakları misafire.
Sizden ala misafir mi var bu dünyada?..
Ailecek kurulun sofraya, öyle acele acele değil, vazife yapar gibi hiç değil.
Şöyle keyife keyif katar gibi, lezzete lezzet katar gibi, eksik bıraktıklarını tamamlar gibi.
Tadına var akşamının…
Gece evinde, dostların olsun.
Sohbet mezen, kahkahan içkin olsun…
Arkadaşım, hayat bu. Daha ne olsun?
Ama en önce ve illa ki sağlık olsun!
—  Can Yücel

 Öyle sabah uyanır uyanmaz yataktan fırlama.
 Yarım saat erkene kurulsun saatin.
 Kedi gibi gerin, ohh ne güzel yine uyandım diye sevin…
 Pencereni aç, yağmur da olsa, fırtına da olsa nefes al derin derin.
 Yüzüne su çarpma, adamakıllı yıka yüzünü serin serin.
 Geceden hazır olsun, yarın ne giyeceğin.
 Ona harcayacağın vakitte bir dilim ekmek kızart.
 Çek kızarmış ekmek kokusunu içine
 Bak güzelim kahvaltının keyfine…
 Ayakkabıların boyalı olsun, kokun mis.
 Önce sana güzel gelsin aynadaki siluetin.
 Çık evinden neşeyle, karşına ilk çıkana gülümse, aydınlık bir gün dile.
 Sonra koş git işine, dünden, önceki günden, Hatta daha da eskiden
 yarım ne kadar işin varsa hepsini tamamla, Ohhh şöyle bir hafifle…
 Bir güzel kahve ısmarla kendine, seni mutlu eden sesi duymak için alo de.
 Hiç işin olmasa da öğle üzeri dışarı çık.
 Yağmur varsa ıslan, güneş varsa ısın, hatta üşü hava soğuksa…
 Yürü, yürürken sağa sola bak, öylesine değil, görerek bak.
 Çiçek görürsen kokla, köpek görürsen okşa, çocuk görürsen yanağından
 makas al…
 Sonra, şöyle bir düşün. Kimler sana yol açtı, sen çok dar da iken?…
 Kimler seni ferahlattı, hani kapını kimsenin çalmadığı günlerde kimler
 kapını tıklattı?..
 Ne kadar uzun zamandır aramadın onları değil mi?…
 Hadi hemen uğrayabilirsen uğra, arayabilirsen ara!…
 Hatırlarını sor, öyle laf olsun diye değil, kucaklar gibi sor!…
 Bu sadece onların değil, senin de yüreğini ısıtacak, yüzünde güller
 açtıracak..
 Günün güzeldi değil mi? Akşamın da güzel olsun…
 Yemeğin ne olursa olsun, masanda illaki kumaş örtü olsun…
 Saklama tabakları, bardakları misafire. Sizden ala misafir mi var bu
 dünyada?..
 Ailecek kurulun sofraya, öyle acele acele değil, vazife yapar gibi hiç
 değil.
 Şöyle keyife keyif katar gibi, lezzete lezzet katar gibi, eksik
 bıraktıklarını tamamlar gibi. Tadına var akşamının…
 Gece evinde, dostların olsun.
 Sohbet mezen, kahkahan içkin olsun…
 Arkadaşım, hayat bu. Daha ne olsun?
 Ama en önce ve illa ki sağlık olsun!


 Can Yücel
(Yenidogan İstanbul)

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THE HOUSE OF DANIEL

THE HOUSE OF DANIEL

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The House of Daniel by Harry Turtledove

Genre: Alternate History — Baseball

Series: Stand Alone

Publisher:  Tor (April 19, 2016)

Length:  336 pages

Rating: 3.5 stars

Harry Turtledove has been one of my favorite authors since I purchased The Misplaced Legion in 1987.  Since then, he has led me through his Videssos Cycle (Byzantium history played out in a fantasy world), Gerin the Fox (good,…

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Date: March 17th, 2025 Event: ASWF Firestorm, 4th match on the card

*NSYNC’s “Pop” begins to play over the Joe Louis Arena PA system.  The crowd reacts with mild, mostly female delight as a small, sleek, mocha-skinned man appears on the ASWF Max-o-vision, surrounded by a bluish soft filter effect likely stolen from the original Star Trek set.  The house lights turn soft shades of blue and purple and strobe around the crowd.  When the first chorus hits, the man from the screen bursts from behind the curtain to another mild pop.*

Joey Styles: So here comes one of our resident daredevils, former professional base-jumper Casey Warner.
Kate Cabana: Speaking of freefalls, sounds to me like his popularity around here is taking a serious dive.
Styles: That may be because the newest member of Team Big Air hasn’t exactly met this new season with the same success he ended last season on.
Cabana: Well, if he can’t carry over his momentum from last year, maybe he has no business being our Television champion after all!  I told you he’d wash out, didn’t I?
Styles: In all fairness, Clovis had more than a little help from his brothers at Rise to Glory to steal that belt from around Casey’s waist!Cabana: “Steal” is such a harsh, inflammatory word, Joey.  Maybe you should consider your word choice a bit more.
Styles: If you’re going to sit there and tone police me all night, I’m leaving.
Cabana: You promise?
Corey “Fletch” Fletcher: The incoming match is scheduled for one fall!  The first fighter, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 172 pounds tonight, representing Team Big Air, iiiit’s Caseeeey Warrrrrner!

*The young man slides into he ring head-first, sliding his legs around to rise naturally to his feet.  He scrambles up the turnbuckle and hypes up the crowd a bit with some enthusiastic arm-waving.  As he back flips off the second turnbuckle, the house lights dim.  They pulse in time with Theory of a Deadman’s “Villain,” until they come back up before the aggressive drums kick in.  In this way, Adam Gerin introduces himself to the ASWF faithful.  He patiently makes his way to the stage, craning his head to watch the crowd react to him, his face locked in a scowl.  He wants to smile, as a few wicked twitches at the corners of his lips betray, but he has to keep his poker face locked in.*

Fletch: The second fighter, making his ASWF debut tonight, from right here in Dee-troit, Michigan and weighing 281 pounds, this is “The Villain” Adaaaaam Geeeeerin!

*The crowd cheers for their hometown boy.  If Adam is surprised by this reaction outweighing any boos, he doesn’t show it.  He smirks, but decides not to acknowledge the cheers in any way.  He’s the heel, after all.  He walks forcefully down the ramp and tromps up the ring steps, giving his dance partner a good once-over before he enters the ring.*

Styles: I am proud to say that, in my career, I have called some of the greatest moments and matches in wrestling history, both here and in ECW.  Even considering that, I never thought, never dreamed, that I’d have the chance to call the debut match of the child of a true ECW original.  Yet here we are, staring into the face of Adam Gerin.
Cabana: Don’t act like it’s the first time you’ve seen someone with a hardcore pedigree in this arena when I’m sitting right here beside you, Joey.
Styles: First of all, while I cannot deny that your mother is the undisputed Queen of the Deathmatch, she never did show up in an ECW ring.  Secondly, you’re not really a wrestler, are you?
Cabana: I could wrestle if I wanted to!  I just…don’t want to mess up my manicure, is all.
Styles: Uh huh.  Regardless, anyone who knows their wrestling history can easily see the family resemblance between this man and his father, “The War Machine” Rhino.
Cabana: “Resemblance” is putting it lightly, Joey!  Can we run a blood test on this guy and make sure he’s actually someone different?

*Adam discards his green letter jacket in the corner, never taking his eyes off the man across the ring from him.  The slight man adjusts his pink wristbands while Adam adjusts the straps of his plain black singlet.*

DING DING DING!

Styles: There’s the bell, let’s see what these young men can do against each other.
Cabana: If Casey wants to stand a whisper of a chance against this guy, he needs to take to the air early, and stay there.
Styles: No doubts, that’s his usual style–
Cabana: No, seriously.  I’ve done my homework on Adam Gerin, and he’s so much more than a name.  He’s a two-time NCAA champion at its highest weight class.  If Casey tries to get cute and try any tech moves on Adam, he’s going to get stuffed in an instant.

*It’s a real shame the ring warriors can’t hear the commentary team.  If they could, Casey might not have tried an arm wringer as his first move of the match.  Adam rolls forward to release the pressure of the hold, then deftly spins on his back to drop his foe face-first onto the mat with a drop toe hold.  Keeping his foe’s leg between his own, Adam rolls to his feet and stomps down hard, slamming Casey’s knee into the mat.  He transitions smoothly into a single-leg crab, staying on his feet to get more leverage on the knee.*

Styles: Far too early to actually net a submission, but it’s a good idea for him to start breaking down Casey’s knees early in the match.
Cabana: Of course!  He knows what he’s doing, Joey.  Between the tutelage of his uncles–that’s Edge and Christian, folks–and being an academic All-American, how could he not be a ring smart, well-prepared wrestler?
Styles: Oh really.  Do I dare ask what else you’ve learned about Adam Gerin?
Cabana: Oh sure!  His birthday is May 23rd, his favorite color is green, he earned Bachelor’s degrees in sociology and psychology from Michigan State, his favorite three bands are Blind Guardian, Unleash the Archers, and Sabaton, in that order, he has a 6 ½ inch–
Styles: Okay, okay, we get it!  If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re auditioning to be the future Mrs. Gerin!
Cabana: *gasp* Mr. Styles, I am appalled at you!  How dare you question my integrity as a broadcast journalist by making such a base accusation!  I am merely trying to pick up the slack that YOU are making when it comes to keeping our loyal, if uneducated, fans well-informed of the new faces around here.
Styles: My apologies, everyone, she’s feeling too much like herself today.

*While the commentary team jabbers, Casey has escaped from the hold and stumbled to the outside.  Adam beckons him to return to the ring with a waving hand.  Casey cautiously re-enters under the bottom rope, flinching when Adam stamps his foot and feigns a charge.  As Casey approaches him, Adam circles the ring in a low stance.  Casey rocks back on his heels.  Adam picks his spot then, closing the gap with speed too great for his body to logically produce.  Casey tries to throw a forearm in his way, but in a blink, Adam slides into back control of his opponent.  Casey tries in vain to sit out, and instead gets hoisted off his feet and smashed chest-first into the mat.*

Cabana: Takedown, two points.
Styles: Looks like Casey Warner’s having a bit of difficulty handling his opponent’s style.  If he doesn’t turn it around soon, it could be a short night for him.
Cabana: Studying this guy’s tapes in preparation for tonight, I can tell you that a lot of people have trouble adapting to Adam’s aggressive mastery of the amateur style at this level.  It’s to his advantage to keep working Casey over like this, with shooting takedowns and submissions.
Styles: I may not be familiar with all the rules of collegiate wrestling, but I’m pretty sure that full nelson he’s got on Casey isn’t legal there.
Cabana: Not in the NCAA, no, but here in the ASWF, that’s a hold as legal as any other.
Styles: Well, what about Adam mashing Casey’s nose into the mat?  That’s not legal anywhere!
Cabana: Oh, well, if that’s the case, let’s just outlaw the DDT while we’re at it, it does the same thing!

*The referee makes a judgement call, deciding that Adam violently rubbing Casey’s face across the canvas isn’t according to Hoyle, as it were.  He tells him to break the hold, and gets to a three count before Adam stands up and gets in his face about it.*

Adam: How the Hell is that illegal?!
Clyde: You were starting to get up to his eyes.  That’s your first warning, pal, now wrestle!
Adam: First warning?!  WHAT?!  For that?!
Cabana: A hazard warning?  For what?!
Styles: Referee Clyde Ellison clearly saw enough of a rules infraction to penalize Adam Gerin–two more, and he’s automatically disqualified from the match.  That’s the way it works around here, folks.

*While Adam bickers with the ref, Casey recovers enough to jump up and latch in a rolling cradle that puts Adam on his back.*

1…
2–no.

*Adam rolls his shoulder and lands on his knees.  Casey crashes into him with quick flip senton, which he rapidly follows up with a standing moonsault.  Casey tries to turn Adam’s body for the cover, to capitalize on his streak of offense, but try as he might, he can’t turn the big lug over.  He picks an arm to try for a La Magistral, but when he turns around, Adam yanks his hand free and jerks Casey’s ankles out from under him.  Before Adam can lock in anything more substantial, Casey wraps his arms around the bottom rope.  Adam relents at the referee’s warning and backs away, putting his back to the far ropes.  Casey springs to his feet and dashes at his foe.  Adam meets his charge by catching him mid-stride, flipping him into the air, and sending him ribs-first into his knee.  Adam keeps his arms locked around his foe’s waist as he stands up.  The crowd “ooh"s as he slings Casey over his head and slams him to the mat, then follows it up with another gutwrench toss that puts Casey on his stomach in the middle of the ring.  Adam rolls his hips once more to maintain the gutwrench hold, then lifts his victim for one last throw.  The toss starts like a side suplex, but Casey spins out in mid-air, landing stomach-first onto Adam’s bent knee.*

Styles: What a vicious set of torso-breakers, for lack of a more appropriate term.
Cabana: He calls that last one "Lose Your Lunch,” and I think it’s easy to see why.
Styles: Casey’s certainly looking a little seasick after that assault.
Cabana: You’re looking a little green around the gills yourself, Joey.  Don’t tell me you’re sympathizing with Casey?
Styles: I am not.  I may be biased towards men who follow the rules, but I’ve never, ever felt ill for one of them by proxy.
Cabana: HA!  That is a lie, more than 10 times!
Styles: Okay, okay, but it has been a long time.

*The crowd boos as Adam nonchalantly steps on his downed opponent’s stomach to get over him.*

Styles: Oh–now what that necessary?
Cabana: Adam must’ve thought so.
Styles: It just seems to me that he could beat Casey on technique along–not only is a move like that unnecessarily nasty, but giving him any time to rest could let Casey get right back into this match.
Cabana: Oh come off it!  He’s skunked already!
Styles: So it would seem after that rather rude elbow drop, but lest we forget, Casey Warner has a knack for turning things around very quickly to win a match.
Cabana: Not this year, he doesn’t.

*After the front elbow drop to his sternum, Casey scrambles towards the ropes for respite.  Adam picks a leg and tries to pull him back to the middle of the ring.  He does so, but Casey staunches any offense he might mount with a back mule kick that sends both men to the their backs.  Casey rolls to his feet, bounds off the ropes, and crashes into a seated Adam with a cannonball senton, a favorite move of his.*

1…
2…

*Adam bridges out of the pinfall, pushing Casey up with him.  He quickly inverts his stance, but Casey drops to his hands and knees before Adam can lift him.  Perturbed, Adam hunkers down and heaves Casey off the mat with a bit of strain.  Before Adam can slam him back down from a shoulder mount, Casey stretches his arms out and slides out of Adam’s grasp and behind him, dropping him with a neckbreaker once his own feet hit the floor.  He goes for the cover…*

1…
2…

*Adam bench-presses his smaller foe off of his chest and roughly heaves him to the mat.*

Styles: Looks like Casey’s experience is serving him well right now–the judges have him ahead on points, thanks to those near falls.
Cabana: Whaaaat?  That can’t be right.
Styles: It certainly is, according to this score card.
Cabana: Now, I mean, who are these judges?  I’ve never seen any judges at ringside!
Styles: They’re right up in the front row.  They’re plain-clothes judges; you’re not supposed to notice them.
Cabana: Huh.  And the fact that the card seems to be filled out in your handwriting…
Styles: Does not change the fact that Casey has taken the lead in the match.
Cabana: Rrrriiiiiight.

*Meanwhile, Casey tried to wrench in a headlock, but Adam threw him at the ropes.  Casey came off the ropes at full speed and tried to leap over Adam’s squatting frame, but Adam sprang upwards and caught his leg, driving him into the mat with a slapjack.  Now, Adam has back control on Casey, slamming him back to his stomach with another lifting takedown.  He pivots and hooks in a half nelson, turning Casey over easily for a pinfall.*

1…
2…
3-not yet.

*Casey squeaks a shoulder off the mat just before the referee brings his hand down for the third time.  Adam spins over his foe again, going for a grapple on the legs.  Casey manages to scramble to the bottom rope and latch on before Adam can get a good handle on him.  Even as the referee gets to three on his five-count, Adam won’t let go of Casey’s ankles.  Casey now dangles with his hands in a white-knuckle grip on the second rope.  Just as the ref counts four, Adam yanks Casey roughly off the rope, sending him gracelessly to the ground.  The referee twists Adam’s earlobe in response.*

Adam: What the fuck was that for?!
Clyde: Second warning, Gerin!  When I give the five count, you let go of the hold!
Adam: He let go of the rope!
Clyde: Under duress!  One more, and your night’s over, pal!
Adam: *glares a hole through him* Put your hands on me again, and your month’s over, “pal”!
Clyde: You wanna play it like that, Gerin?!  You’re awfully close to a DQ!
Styles: The referee’s making it crystal clear that Adam Gerin is skating on some very thin ice.
Cabana: Referee needs to get out of Adam Gerin’s way and stop splitting hairs out there, or he’s gonna end up in a full body cast.
Styles: You’re expecting him not to enforce the rules?
Cabana: I’m not saying he shouldn’t do his job.  I’m saying he shouldn’t be so obnoxious about it, and just let these guys wrestle.

*While Adam and the ref bicker and Kate and Joey banter, Casey recovers on the apron.  Facing Adam’s back, he launches himself off the top rope with a front dropkick, connecting with Adam’s shoulders and sending him sprawling to the ropes.  With his opponent hung out on the middle rope, Casey seizes the opportunity, quickly connecting with a Tiger Feint kick that puts Adam on his back.  With his foe now prone, Casey snaps back to his feet and somersaults over the top rope, smashing knees-first into Adam’s chest and face!*

Styles: 360 Facebreaker, let’s call it, and Casey’s back in control in a hurry!  1, 2, and no.
Cabana: Pretty decent ring smarts for a rookie, knowing just where the bottom rope was before the 3 count.
Styles: That’s exactly what I was talking about earlier, though.  Casey Warner’s offense is so fast, so precise, that he can turn a match around in an instant!
Cabana: Well, he should stop pandering to the crowd and press his advantage, unless he wants to lose!
Styles: He’s not going to “press his advantage” while Adam has a hand on the ropes, because unlike some people, he follows the rules around here!
Cabana: Hey, the way I see it, everyone gets two freebies during a normal match, and it’s in your best interest, no matter who you are, to take advantage of that fact.  If he’s not smart enough to do that, then maybe he deserves to lose!
Styles: But somehow, Adam’s rules violations, blatant though they were, were unjust?
Cabana: Joey, those calls were shady at best, and you damn well know it.  In fact, I’d like to petition the Silvers to review Clyde Ellison’s judgments during this match, because I think they’ll see–
Styles: Back to the match at hand, it looks like Casey’s going to try to finish this match with Head Trip!

*Indeed, Casey has Adam’s head sandwiched between his knees, ready to perform Dustin Murray’s signature front hurricanrana driver.  While is has proven effective against larger foes in the past, it’s only useful if the attacker actually hits the move, instead of posing in the ready position to get some momentum from a laughing crowd.  The crowd’s amusement is replaced with booing and shouting when Adam drives Casey into the mat with a vicious-looking electric chair slam.*

Cabana: HA!  That’s what you get, stupid!
Styles: For once I agree with you, Kate–if he hadn’t spent so much time playing to the crowd, he might have this match won.  Instead, it looks like Casey’s had the wind knocked out of him.  Adam’s not going for the pinfall, and I think that’s a terrible idea.
Cabana: I’m sure this young man has a reason for that.  With the teachers he’s had, I’m certain he’s been coached up on how to control the pace of any match, which is just what he’s doing here.
Styles: That evil look on his face tells a different story.  He wants to keep hurting Casey.

*Adam sends his groggy, but now-standing foe into the far corner with an Irish whip.  Casey still has the wherewithal to leap up to the second turnbuckle, rather than collide with the corner.  Anticipating that his foe will now charge in, he reflexively launches his own signature move, a spinning cross body block, toward the center of the ring as soon as he sets his feet.  So, he’s shocked, as is the rest of the audience, when he suddenly gets knocked back into the turnbuckles mid-flight by a 281 pound bullet.*

Styles: Oh my God!
Cabana: Nononono, Joey, it goes like this: *imitating Joey’s voice* GORE!  GORE!  GOOOOORE!
Styles: Don’t act like I’ve forgotten!  I have NEVER seen the Pinwheel Plancha countered like that!  Just–the way he anticipated Casey’s move, the slight stutter-step he took to make sure he didn’t get tagged instead, it tells me he’s done his homework in a big way!
Cabana: This is what the future of the industry looks like.

*Adam drags his opposition away from the ring post.  He cinches up the near leg and leans his bulk onto Casey’s shoulders…*

1…
2…
3!

DING DING DING!

*Adam slowly presses himself off of his foe’s collapsed carcass.  A wicked smile twitches again at the corners of his mouth as he stares at the crowd.  The crowd boos resoundingly at him.  From a kneeling position, he pulls Casey to his feet, pointing to the near ropes.  He hears some cheers from the section behind him.  Maybe they think they’ll get to take Casey home with them if he tosses him into the front row?  He assesses his woozy foe.  Finally, he decides on the punishment he’ll unleash on his conquered foe.  He shoves him lightly in the chest, letting him crumple to the mat.  He chuckles menacingly as he watches Casey hit the deck like a sack of shit.*

Styles: Was that really necessary?
Cabana: He’s sending a message to the locker room, Joey, and that message is as follows: I’m here, and I’m a bad, bad man.
Adam: HahahahHA!  None of you are safe!
Styles: We’ve got to go to commercial break, but just stay with us, folks, we still have our main event of the evening, the Four-Way Dance to decide our #1 Contender to the ASWF World Championship.  Stay tuned!

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Ultimate Glory 2025 card and results

Pre-show match: Dirk Schroeder defeats Brody Blankenship via pinfall with a fistful of tights.

Pre-show match: Carla Cabretta defeats Iris Mahoney via Banshee DDT, stealing Iris’s purported finisher in the process.

Opening match: Kadijah Najafi defeats Clovis © via knockout to become the new ASWF Television Champion.

2nd match: Eustis © defeats White Lightning via Dixieland Driver to retain the ASWF Hardcore Championship.

3rd match: H.A.R.D Corps (Full Metal Jackie and Lance Winger) and Adam Gerin defeat Team Big Air (Dustin Murray, Reese Harker, and Casey Warner).  Adam Gerin got the pinfall on Casey Warner after a Gore, aided by a double Irish whip from his teammates.

4th match: Carmen Butoes and Caroline McDaniel fight to a 15 minute time-limit draw.

5th match: Black Roses (Minerva and Pantera Negra) defeat Comeback Kids (Shane Howard and Darryl Woodham).  Pantera Negra got the pinfall on Darryl Woodham after Mojave Rose interference and a top-rope Panteraplex.

Musical intermission provided by Aeris and the Blackhearts.

6th match: Boran Koçak wins the International Showcase 4-Way Dance.  Order of elimination:
1) Shohei Innoue defeats Kazimir Zolnerowich via knockout.
2) Ganzorig Behsud defeats Shohei Innoue via pinfall with rope leverage.
3) Boran Koçak defeats Ganzorig Behsud via submission.

7th match: Memento Mori and Darien Horne defeat The Backwoods Boys (Abner and Buford) © to become the new ASWF Tag Team Champions.  Mori gets the pin on Buford after a combination Cape Town Cutter/Nemuigusuri.

8th match: Cassie Krause wins the 4-Way Dance for the ASWF Women’s Championship.  Order of elimination:
1) Mags Bradford eliminated by Mojave Rose © via dirty rollup after a piledriver.
2) Mojave Rose © eliminated by “Bollywood” Bala Bhamra via Bollywood Blockbuster.
3) Bala Bhamra eliminated by Cassie Krause via Implant Buster.

9th match: Huntley Peters defeats Tornado Jones © via Gold Standard Slam to become the new ASWF International Champion.

Main event: Miguel Fernandez defeats Deke © via Orange Crush Bomb to become the new ASWF World Champion.  A hot crowd body-surfs the new champ up to the entrance ramp after the match, leaving The Backwoods Boys to fret and fume in the ring.

Champions (as of April 2025):
World: Miguel Fernandez
International: “Mr. Magnificent” Huntley Peters
Hardcore: Eustis
TV: Kadijah Najafi
Women’s: Cassie Krause
Tag Team: Darien Horne and Memento Mori