KSWA Part III

Thus begins the final installment of my KSWA series (Part I and II). I've probably beaten this to death, but I have a few more good pics and some information on the next event for all those readers who may now be Jones'n for some KSWA.

The next match was between some guy in a pink shirt and knickers against the most bad-ass dude in the whole event (and VIP member):
This guy (didn't catch his name) had an icy stare that put Brooks Orpik to shame. He was also the only character who actually looked like a wrestler in the sense that he was jacked. He won the match with ease; the more I think about it, the more it seemed like the "bad guys" won the majority of the matches.
I almost forgot about his two-tone pants... impressive. Here's another pic of Frank Durso strutting around the ring in anticipation of his match against the Venetian HOFer from earlier; just remember that odds are this guy is somebody's Grandpa:
The little girl in front was obviously not impressed. I was really hoping Durso would fling his jacket into the crowd, but it never happened. Durso ended up losing his match, which made me sad, but you can't have the Venetian guy lose his match on the night he's inducted in the KSWA Hall of Fame.

Next up was the final match between the Latin Assassin (good) and Dr. Destruction (bad) with the winner crowned champion of The Third Annual Joe Abbey Tournament. I was torn on who to root for; the LA was kind enough to take a picture with me during intermission, but Dr. D was the better character (Sheet Up!) and he hailed from the North Side (the neighborhood in which I was born and raised). It was like if Pitt played CofC; I guess I'd just hope for a good match. Dr. D came out brandishing a wooden bat...
... but despite the fiction rule of thumb (if you show a gun on the first page, it has to be used by the end of the story), the referee took the bat away from him. These kids behind me were not big fans of Dr. D:
That was at about 10:30 at night, twelve Pepsis, and eight bags of sour patch kids; these kids were jacked up. The match was unraveling like any other: close pins, lot of body slamming, dragging out slowly. That was until they rolled off the ring and started using the chairs as weapons. First, Dr. D slammed one on the LA's back as he was trying to get up off the floor:
Then the LA returned the favor just a minute later... twice. This was definitely the best part of all the action, as they did not take it easy on each other; these were real aluminum chairs that people had been sitting on and they used them like sledgehammers. The Latin Assassin then rolled Dr. D up into the ring and pinned him to win the tournament:
There was much rejoicing in the streets.

As with any long post, it starts out with a bang and ends with a whimper. But hopefully I may have whet your appetite for some local fake wrestling. The next event is Mayhem at the Moose, which takes place the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. Tickets are $10 for adults, which is twice as much as I paid on Saturday, so you know it's gonna' be twice as good. The main event for Mayhem is going to be an "I Quit" match between The Latin Assassin and The Enforcer (who I think was the huge dude with the two-tone pants). Somebody is going to step out of that ring and never return... I'll see yinz there.