B-17

Ahhhhh! The numbers!

Proof why we need more tag teams. Look at these two punks. Getting Ovah in a tag team. Standing out in a tag team. Relying on each other and helping each. Take notes, rookies.

So we meet again? Seems to be a continuation of a beautiful time.

Blaine stood patiently at the podium. Reporter: How is the leg? Blaine gave her leg a hard whack with her hand to prove a point. Blaine: Healing. Reporter: How long will you be out? Blaine: Not why I'm here. Reporter: Then why call this conference? Blaine scanned the room before continuing in a dejected voice. Blaine: I'm not ready to return...My leg had been injured at Mugen’s Beach Party, I tried to make it to the end of the season, but hefty bitches happen. I will be back, but I’m not looking forward to it. The crowd mummers a bit at being told the dominant Blaine wasn’t looking forward to returning. Blaine: Valkyrie is abducted, our women's champion and what do you do? Nothing. Where are your balls? I hate the bitch as much as anyone else, but what the hell? Blaine: She's the best. The very best. She is the god damn champion. The fucking champion! A public relations agent came running up. PR agent: Blaine, you can’t swear! Blaine: No! These cu--

Did you say Mugen?

That doesn't even make sense. We are all broadcast on the same channel and distributed on the same DVDs and PPVs.

Part 3 Mystery voice: Isn’t it freeing? To know what the numbers mean? B17 was no longer tied down. His captors realized he was not a threat to run anymore. He had become one with the numbers. B17: They’re beautiful. I can see...everything now…It all makes sense. Almost...some I still can't make out. Mystery voice: Tell me, Bee. Tell me what you see. B17: They are...blurry yet. B17 shook his head: 7-15+1….7-16...June of 2016, King of OCW...No B17….why? The mysterious figure silhouetted in the glass windows above slammed their fist in frustration. Mystery voice: You know why! They don’t love you! They never loved you! What else do the numbers tell you! B17: 2-19-7...The number of registered B Community Members...where are they? Mystery voice: Forget about them! They turned on you! Four days after beating Wrex what did they do? They convinced you to put your championship on the line against three other men! They wanted to see you fail! B17: But...no...no. I don’t believe my community would do that… Mystery voice: The numbers don’t lie, Bingo!

Straight to DVD.

part 2. What do these crazy people want from B17? What do the numbers mean???

I gave him wings.

B17: Breathe it in, TY. Do you smell that? TY takes a deep breath. TY: Um...smog? B17: No, Ty. That’s the smell of Brooklyn, and we own the passage to it. WE OWN THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE. TY looked down from the pedestrian pass upon The Brooklyn Bridge as the cars sped by in brisk morning traffic. TY in a hushed voice: We own all of this? B17: Yes. As a B Community member that has not betrayed me you are entitled to free usage of all things that start with B. It is known. You can make a lot of money from those who need these things. TY: Is that why you tried to sell to Mr. Sensation? B17: And Mr. Sensation will regret his decision to not buy this bridge. Once tolls are enforced this will be a gold maker. TY: Mr. 17, you seem very obsessed with money and nice things lately...Um...Don’t you think you might be taking things too far? B17 glared at his young apprentice. B17: Too far? Going too far would be this! B17 raised up his stolen FI case and held it over the side of the railing. TY: WOAH! Hey now. That’s a very valuable case! B17: I AM ONLY BEHOLDEN TO ME! THE NUMBERS MEAN NOTHING! TY: We’re not even talking about numbers, Bingo. I didn’t even say a number! B17: 17 blue cars have gone by since we got here. 89 people have walked past. You’ve looked at this case 34 times! You want this case! Go get it! B17 flung the case over the railing into the East River. TY: NO! He leaned over the rail and looked down, watching it fall. B17 tapped grabbed his arms and slid something over them. B17: You’re gonna need this. TY: Huh? B17: Spread your arms. It’s a Mugen design. TY: Wha- B17 pushed him over the ledge before he could ask any further questions. TY: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TY Spread his protosuit wings and began to soar, without much time to make a decision he started to chase down the rapidly moving FI case. B17 watched with a smile on his face until he turned around and returned to the view of the cars below. A white van sat stationary below him. Cones had been placed around it and other commuters honked in displeasure as they were forced to go around. Mystery Voice: Time to find out what the numbers mean, Bingo. A wet cloth slipped over his mouth and fumes filled his lungs and he remembered no more.

Who let Spider back in your building?

Barbie vs Crazy Satan People? Doesn't seem like much hope. Still amazes me that Barbie is a face now.

As B17 drifted to sleep, comfortably tucked in by the warm Mugen Thermal Sleep Partner, he felt an odd chill brush past his face. This chill had no place within his room. The temperate was always maintained at a pleasant 71 degrees fahrenheit. B17: TY! Secure the windows! Ty didn’t answer. B17: TY? Mystery voice: How do you feel, Bingo? B17 tried to pop out of bed, but unseen goons on either side held him tightly down. His Mugen Thermal Sleep Partner, such a comfort on long nights, acted as a restraint! B17: TY! Mystery Voice: TY is occupied. Please stop shouting. I just want to talk. B17: Talk about what? Voice: Are you sad? B17: What? Voice: Are you lonely? B17 looked to those holding his covers tight against him, but he could only see their bowed heads. Voice: You’ve been an Idol for so long to so many of your B Community...but what have they done for you? Who comforts you when you're sad? Who lifts you up in tough times? Who will stand with you instead of expecting you to stand for them alone? The dark figure walked closer. Voice: I can be that for you. Even Gods need more than love and admiration...sometimes they need...sacrifice. You’ve sacrificed for your community? Have they for you? B17 remained silent. Voice: What do the numbers mean, Bingo? Could they set you free? B17: The numbers… Voice: We will talk soon.

B17: Ahhhh. Javier, I’ve long needed this...more in the lower back, please. Javier, a long limb, beautiful Puerto Rican massages B17 firmly. B17: Javier, please go get some more oil. Javier obliges and quickly disappears into another room. A television set in the far corner crackles to life. A familiar mechanical voice sounds out. B17: NO! He springs up and tries to flee the room. Voice: 7 time 2 plus 1 plus 1 plus 1! B17 freezes in place, hand out reaching for the door handle. Voice: Now that I have you momentarily. I’d like to ask you a few questions. B17 seems to start regaining practical muscle function and starts to move his hands to cover his ears, but the movement is painfully slow. Voice: I know what the numbers mean, Bingo. You can’t lie to me anymore. Do you feel lonely, Bingo? B17: Yes. B17 looks startled at his own admission as he continues his slow motion movement away from the TV. Voice: Do you feel wronged by OCW with the ignoring of H2O’s illegal pin, and KD’s count out victory ensuring them a OCW Championship opportunity? B17: A hundred times yes! SHUT UP, 17! Voice: How does it feel to have an entire community look to you constantly for their own needs and support? B17: Horrible! I feel like I’m being sucked dry by leeches! B17 finally seems too regain motor movement function and grabs a vase from a tale top. Voice: Who will you turn--- B17 launches the the vase across the room. The tv screen shatters and voice is silenced.

They mean nothing.

You know it.

After a week of refusing to seek medical attention for her potentially torn ACL, Blaine had finally been sedated and brought to the hospital for testing. "She should have come in that night," said Dr. Winston. "Look, I don't condone how she was brought in, but it was necessary." Blaine does indeed have a torn ACL. "We can pinpoint the exact moment it happened too," said Dr. Winston. "In the opening minute of the match you can see the...um, I don't know her name, try and grab Blaine's leg, but she stumbled clumsily into her knee and caused it to bend at and odd angle." It is Dr. Winston's professional opinion that Blaine will be out for 4-6 months.

B17: Look, I’m not saying my cameo in Hell Razors 4 was Oscar worthy, but I mean how many more people showed up just to see me? Personally, I count this as one of my highest grossing films of all time...I just really nailed the part, you know? Ty continued to nod his head and smile: Yep. Nailed it. B17: Be sure to really work the oils into the sole of my feet, very tense there lately. Ty’s hands busied themselves massaging B17’s feet. B17: Beautiful out here isn’t it? He looked around at the private pool of The Mandalay Bay. An entire section had been reserved for him. Not long ago he had directed Ty to send The B Community away so that he could enjoy the shade of the palm trees in silence. B17: My agent said I should send it in as an audition for Winchester. I got a real good chance of playing Dean. Don’t you think. Ty: No one could play him better. DING. PA System: Just a reminder that our Selena Gomez concert is scheduled for tonight and we will be closing down our VIP area during set up in 10 minutes. B17 exhaled dramatically B17: That is the fifth time they have made an announcement about closing down. Go fix it. I’m not leaving! My relaxation is much more important and I need at least 15 more minutes, you tell them, Ty! Ty: I, um…. B17: Don’t give me excuses give me results! Ty scurried away. B17 leaned back and folded his hands behind his head. Crackling voice through the PA: This thing on? Yeah. Bingo! What do the numbers mean? B17 whipped his glasses off and sat bolt upright. B17: Who’s there! PA: The numbers, Bingo! We are out of time. What do they mean? B17: They mean nothing! B17 now stood and began to shout at the small box connected to the tree above him. B17: Nothing! PA: 7...8...1...1. K that one didn’t work. 2...3...2...5...3....2. A second voice crackled into life from another box located near the pool. PA 2: Try going to 19. PA: 7...3...4...1...2...2...1. B17: Stop it! Get out of my head! PA: Oh shit, we’re getting closer. PA 2: 7...3...4...2...3? B17 stopped shouting immediately. He turned slowly to the distraught crowd huddled by the bar. He smiled at them and the tvs began to flicker. B17: Ohhhh ohhhh death ...ohhh ohhh. PA2: FUCK WE WENT TOO FAR, UNDO IT! PA: FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! 3...2...ummm B17 began to walk slowly towards the crowd with his arms raised: Wooooh death. PA2: IT WAS 4! A 4! PA: 3...2...4...3...7! Ty: Um...Mr. Bingo, are you ok? B17: What the hell is going on?

Her father was a top female competitor? Wha?

Early reports out of Summercide suggest that OCW Superstar Blaine tore her ACL during the opening match of the ppv. More information will become available after further testing.

I have a long history of top rope failures. It's a thing.

I've been enjoying the heel match work with submissions and arm work. It really opens up the impact of big moves. It really felt good against Kd with the pace.